Penny White

Penny White stares into space during math class, caught up in the clouds and goodness of spring. SHe dashes to history, and she fawns over William Blake in her literature class. She laughs with her friends at lunch and gets into a mood after a long day. She spends time with her family before doing her homework when she gets home. She enjoys spending time with her cat and with her books - she loses herself in them.

And I know I've gotten this wrong.
And I know I'm writing about me.
But what's so different about us anyways?

I can't tell if she's real.
And she doesn't know I exist.

Pictures

The world is entirely too concerned
with pictures.
     [SAY CHEESE!]
     (Ahh... That's a bad one!)
     {Take another! I look fat!}

A day an a half exists no more
     because of a disfunction
     (it wasn't the camera...)
The art is forgotten in the nostalgia.

My life wishes to be measured in
coffee spoons again
     When simple talk
     made the memories

     which made a life
     that made me

Quiet

Today is a lovely day in Vancouver.
The birds are chirping
     (or so I see)
The leaves are rustling in a soft breeze
     (is that what I feel?)
The world glistens
     (I know this to be true)

With music blaring,
I bounce along, ignoring you and the rest of the world
To the personal rhythm in my mind
I feel the day.

We have lost the ability to live.
     I no longer feel.
     I only know

This influx of emotions is
overwhelming

short
stilted
sentences
incomplete....
Oh i'm confused

All you need is love, love... Love is all you need

I plug back in.
And the world goes quiet.

My problems are soft
    They fill my head
     And I think

But soon, I no longer do that

Gate

To be hated from all sides

but loved by the man beside you.

To represent a wall

     A face in the concrete

     An arm reaching out to stop

A fate in the barrier

     The expect me to be human

     I am a wall

They can't escape through me

I reserve that for myself.

Excuse me sir

     Sir

The wire is there for a reason.

      To keep you filth out

Were defending out identity

And splitting it al one

Quick, no one's looking.

Slip a key into my lock.

It softly clicks

     A thunderclap in the mountains.

Leave the door ajar.

And flee

A Trojan Queen

A queen watches a battle from a raised platform to protect her life. The old king sits beside her, watching his sons, as much worry as his queen felt for him.
The queen doesn't feel protected.
She sees more fighting, hears more screams than the soldiers on the battlefield. The battle rages on and the sun beats down. He brow worsens. Why must she watch? She's supposed to be innocent and lovely.
She's tainted by war.

Onwards and Away

And the slightest breath of wind
curls around the leaf,
nestling it in unsupportive coldness,
sending it up and North,
a ballerina, twirling out of control
     and dropping-
     a career ended.
The leaf lies inanimate once more
just staring at the cloud as they too
are moved onwards and
     away.

To a Place

Meandering with no direction and
no cause for alarm,
street lights extinguishing as we pass by

And still we walk.

And still we joke and kid
as the night closes in

The Cold holds my hand under my glove
while shared experience
envelopes the entire form.

We meander from place to place,
wandering with no real direction.
     We'll get there eventually.
     Land has to end somewhere

A fire in the distance seems too far away,
tempts us with it's wicked smoke

Let us wander, you and I
To a place beyond matter