His dog chased her
through the woods.
The rifle can **** from
three-hundred yards.

Watch her leap logs
and sidestep
sticks grabbing
at her shoulders.

There are three Gods
in the woods,
behind any tree.

No one is as ruled
as the lawless.
No one is as sedated
as the frenzied.

Sympathy couldn't be
measured in screams,
but measured
in her breaths.

Beyond the
honeydew horizon,
the senseless cease.
The half-life of eyes:
her only escape.

Where the tree-trunks
are furnished by the
candied corpses.
Her feet chomp at the
prostituted ground.

She will die, here,
whether she lives
or not.
For what is stolen,
stays.

The year began with another funeral.
**** and ASL. That was it. That was the future.
By now, extremely adept at finding excitement even through second hand experience
I didn't want to make this any harder for him than it already was.
Once my father made a decision,  there was no stopping him.
I swept back one side of my hair with a comb and pinned the white flower over my right ear.
I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares.
Life is bracing with all its peaks and valleys.
there just isn't a whole lot you can say while waiting to get mugged, so I kept my mouth shut.

These sonnets,
I read,
Make no scence,
But neither does this class.
English has never been easy,
But it has also never been hard,
And since we have a test,
Coming up I am nervous.
I hope I do not fail,
Like I did so many times last tri,
I hope I get an A,
And I don't have to stress.
English is not easy,
And it makes me kind of queasy.

The glow of Amber leaves on a soft cool evening,
Trees swaying and moaning in the crisp autumn wind
This is where I climb higher and higher to take in the bittersweet taste of fall
There is truly no season better than this.
The sun is setting faster, it's light leaving a stunning orange light skimming over the earth,
Children dress for occasion,delicious fattening food is high in demand
and blessings are sung.
How could one not love a beautiful scene only fall could bring?

My bones are hollow like a baby birds
I cannot hold much weight on my shoulders
Due to the burdens that have already made their homes there
When I see you my bones shudder
Sidewalks shivering inferior to an earthquake
Trees shaking in the midst of your hurricane
Your presence alone in the same room as me
Turns my once still body to a constant tremble
I do not want you to leave
But I do not want to perish either

I've lived along your open skin, cheek on your back as I breathe. My face dances in the depth of your spine. I forget the silence that sweeps a moment like that.