Submissions by SunshineRedirected (anita marie)

thick and nearly tangible,
buzzing empty air.
Salt, sting, and questions,
thoughts that we don't share.

Shrouded with our fading past,
lie somewhere, love and lust.
While the silence breeds contempt,
we're getting lost in smoke and dust.

Actions are misleading
when conversation's dead.
And we'll tear ourselves to pieces
with the words we leave unsaid.

Sticks and stones will break our bones
and words can stir up fear
but the silence is a poison;
a looming threat that we can't hear.

knights of smoke. wandering refugees, hiding in tunnels and in the sky.
stealing stars and giving them to those who don't need them.
robbing the rich to feed the sinners.
these are not the heroes we expected.
but who are we to decide?
Chivalry is not dead, but redefined
by the children of everything, running through the tunnels
straight through the night and into the morning, fearless.

running blind.
No end in sight.

knights of lust and broken things.
Jumping out windows to see how far they'll fall,
knowing one day...

envy reared her ugly head,
stared squarely in my eye,
and no one noticed when she said,
“…you know, its all a lie.”

uglier still, was she called “hope”
who danced in front of me.
from her lips slipped, “try to cope,
nothing’s a guarantee.”

anger is in hiding still
somehow, she cannot die.
perched upon my window sill,
too weighted down to fly.

pouring salt into my wounds is lust,
who gives herself to me.  
the salt turns all my bones to rust;
nothing in life is free.

im happy, but...