A picture hanging on the wall, a desk and two black curtains
falling down to the floor;
The full moon hides behind rainbow clouds,
stories of that yesterdays' sun
written
metal sounds
and two drops of heavy dew.

... Sighs ...

I was circling your thoughts,
they were mine
to wonder about
and make them shine
all the way
through the spirals of our times.

... wishful sighs ...

A picture hanging on the wall, a flower on the desk,
two black curtains falling down
and up the full moon staring...
An almost hidden by rainbow clouds
love for that yesterdays' sun...

The two drops of heavy dew
are reflecting into the floor.

© All rights Reserved Theodora Oniceanu

I tire of seeing what I desire taunt me just out of reach.
Many a number of dreams while I slumber push me into the breach.
Feelings of dread from the thoughts in my head, unable to send them aloft.
My mind it wanes from internal pains and visions I cannot throw off.
Inwards I spiral towards total denial of emotions that seem to propel.
So slow I do creep, the pain it runs deep, traveling towards unending hell.
Exhausted I lay, my head in dismay, begging for it to all end.
When will I know?
Time, it runs slow, can someone just be a friend?

Rocks ripple my river reflection
as amber and caramel leaves spiral
from sleeping oaks
landing atop water as lily pads
and clothing my mirror image.
I envy the resting trees,
tucked in for the winter.

In the middle of a war,
maybe with no shore.
Not a defeater.
But no better.
Weary with no sword.
Not metres apart from being floored.

Stuck in the thought spiral.
Tears filled in a barrel.
Your arrival, a hope,
like a climb up rope.

Still in the fight.
Now standing upright.
A finger on the trigger,
with you as my aiding pillar.

Cowardice grips me tight
and guides me in all the wrong directions-
like a puppet I go where it wants
I flee from Commitment, from Growth
and float aimlessly in pools of despair
created as a byproduct of Cowardice’s actions

there are times where Bravery finds me
floating by solemnly, head barley above water-
it releases me from my shackles
and in those times I remember how to swim
I remember how to command my own limbs
and I emerge and I stand, to face down Fear

but inevitably
inevitably
Cowardice finds me once more
and when I blink the chains return
and it pulls me in all the wrong directions
leaving me craving Bravery’s warmth
just out of reach now, I grasp for it over and over
but I-
I just
can’t
reach

Evening Motion Sickness

Twas for the river that I think of you.
About that agony smile.
The denim closing stars following as we walk to "Fourth time Around".
Those grey soaked fingers.
The curls of brown blanketed.
The easy clouded stride.
That soft sight peaking back like film.
The grasp in grasp.
That defying glide from the lips.
The silent dance from the waist.
So wicked.
The further air.
The fruitful chaos.
And the watery time known before decay.



Garrett Johnson.

Sometimes I dig myself in so deep that I can not get out.
So deep that my cries can’t be heard,  no matter how loud I shout.
So deep that the light above is quickly fading away.
So deep that the darkness blends my nights into my day.

I’m crying, begging, pleading, asking, please come save me now.
I’m trying hard to climb back out but I can’t help but drown.
I need the light to come and turn this somber mood around.
I’m sinking further, deeper, deeper deep into the ground.

You see I need someone to help me, come and catch me when I fall.
So if you hear me begging, can you  please answer my call.
I mean I need someone to save me when I’m down, I need your all.
So if you have some time to spare please baby break my fall.