Snapshot of a Burning HorizonI’d like to be awakeSnapshot of a Burning Horizon by Synesthi
for a while today but,
that’s a little much to ask.
As I lie between sheets and
I feel the embers inside me
and try to unzip my ribs
with blunted fingernails.
I try to be as you are
when you take me by the shoulders
and tell me I’m real but
I’m still not here when I
climb over the balcony edge
in an attempt to find what has been
As my thoughts wander and
tangle in my hair I want to say
that I am drowning
but the feel of the ground on
my bare feet is too much to say I’m
But it’s not enough to say I’m
I go mad most days by noon and
stick my teardrops to cinderblocks
and try to believe you when you say
I was a good idea.
Small pills slip through the hourglass
and as I wake up long after
the sun sets I want to tell you that
I’m here now
and even though we both smell
I want to laugh because
if I must be on fire,
let me burn.
But the pills slide down
At the Crossroad between Never and AlwaysI’d like to believeAt the Crossroad between Never and Always by Synesthi
the scars on my hands and
the stars in the sky
were brothers once.
I’d like to believe that
there is night
and sometimes, if I’m lucky
it isn’t both at once.
There’s a plastic bag full of stardust
like those people carry drugs,
close to the heart,
closer to the bones.
And she always said I’d be like them.
Lost and desperate,
and so the stardust is in the river.
This is my story,
you get pencil, and I get ink.
And the stars are mine forever.
I’ve been lost before.
They say time is cycles,
that there is day, and
there is night, and day again
but you’re lying.
They put a clock in the wall
and said time-passes,
but I’m still lost.
Maybe we’re all lost together.
That’d be a nice thing to think.
But we all know I don’t believe it,
we all know because I’m
and while we’re all in this together
I’m lost far enough to hear
I, DecemberThe world was warm when I was born.I, December by Synesthi
A big, wet-warm world,
and I was small.
Mom told me I’d grow
into it, but maybe
it was wishful thinking or maybe
I fell short.
It was cold sometimes, and wet,
and it rained down on me
and I yelled sometimes (or wanted to),
tried not to cry sometimes (but always did).
But I was warm.
Used to press my hands on my mouth,
cold hands (he said warm heart)
to keep it in.
I was a well-kept secret,
stones along the bottom of the river.
Had crazy eyes, you know,
but damn it, I kept warm.
They say it’s hot out there
but I’m cold
freezing like I never was.
Grandpa took me swimming
in December once and
Oh, oh, cold!
blue lips and sharp teeth,
and cold, cold, cold!
but I’ve never been cold like this.
They say it’s hot,
they say summer-is-too-long
but it is winter here,
I want to swallow the sun,
put it back in me
and cover my mouth
and be safe, and small,
and warm-wet growing
but they don
Too Many ThursdaysMy green hair-tie says there’s beenToo Many Thursdays by Synesthi
too many Thursdays as I cut it in half.
(I knick my hands on the scissors,
red all over but that’s okay,
there’s no red day anyway.)
It’s worn down and broken
and there has been too much time
since Here and Now
and I am the surgeon with scissors
and unsteady hands,
so too-many-Thursdays and one
(sometimes the man with the knife makes a mistake)
the calendar is printed wrong.
I am scared they will fall off,
beads on a cut string
and Thursdays (too many) will fall off,
bounce at my feet.
They will roll into corners,
I’ll lose them all,
and they’ll laugh,
knit the space-time threads into mittens,
make forever your friend,
and I am the surgeon who
Even when it comes bleeding
and says that I made the rainbow wrong
when all I wanted was a hair-tie.
I want to c
|I've been thinking about my wings lately...|
canopy and cagethe sand paints a cleft into my backcanopy and cage by Aquarius-Claire
and the sky can tell i am not listening.
i could be anywhere else.
i could be underwater.
the amber horizon loosens itself,
the daylight is approaching,
i am no nearer to where i needed to be
than i was when the night came,
i am no nearer to where i needed to be
but there is something stirring in the cavity
of my chest, a cancer perhaps
or maybe just a call to arms.
the madness is coming.
small cells bewilder at its approach.
the blood beats itself into my fingers.
the body hums and runs.
i am not new to it.
the madness, not the body.
i am very new to the body.
i have swallowed the chaos before but i will
not swallow it now. there is too much
to be learned from the shifting faces
beneath my eyelids,
and i cling to notebooks and
old plunderings hoping
to draw breath where there is no breath
left to be drawn. the past is grotesque
and it is absolute,
it is not absolute nor is it grotesque,
i hate the things that i have seen
and do not ha
Depression (in Eight Parts)I.Depression (in Eight Parts) by SpiritFingers
I took a walk once, and
Depression walked alongside me.
"I want to be alone," I told him.
"I know," he replied,
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"I have a plan,"
Depression said to me.
"Not today," I said.
He frowned and asked,
"How did you know my plan?"
I gave the weekend over to Depression
but he took three days
instead of two.
"Think of it as an investment," he said.
"And maybe I'll let you have a Friday night
Fallen to the floor
I look up and see
he's smiling at me.
"You know what they say
about old dogs."
He's doing this on purpose,
I know he is-
and it's working.
"They can't learn new tricks?"
I asked, playing my part.
"No," he replied,
I walked away,
my Trials and Tribulations
defeated behind me.
but even he took a moment
and whistled low.
"I don't think much of you, but
those were some big guys."
I answered honestly:
"What were they,
compared to you?"
I looked Depression in the eye
staring without pardon or
Ninety-Nine Questions of Meme on the Wall ...Dude, why do these things go so viral all at once?Ninety-Nine Questions of Meme on the Wall ... by hopeburnsblue
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The Basics ...
1. Full name: Melissa Raye Finefrock ... I mean, why the heck not? You've seen bits of it at a time, so there it is all at once.
2. Age: Twenty-three years
3. Birth Date: 8-25-1990
4. Birth Place: Anaheim, CA
5. Gender: Female
6. Occupation: Freelance lit fic editor, poetess, singer/songwriter, volunteer in varying capacities
7. Primary School: Dooley Elementary, Plano, TX ... also, why on Earth didn't the
120 Seconds - Results!!Winners120 Seconds - Results!! by BurdenedHearts
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|I am a Synesthete (the term for someone who has synesthesia) and enjoy writing (prose and poetry), long-distance running, and playing music. My username is another (less formal) term for someone with synesthesia.|