Here it comes—that Familiar feeling, that Pounding in my chest, that Pulsing in my head, that Last-straw sensation of Life-blood burning as it Flows beneath my skin. What do you want, soul? Why do you pine For things as fleeting as wind? Beneath your wing, what is there but Flittering pieces of a reputation, And…
Author: Bex
Dr. Cinnamon
I—impassioned by art, philosophy—ask for help.“Would you piece this together for me?Some things I see, but some I don’t.All I want to do is know.”I feel the fire burn within as wonder rises and spinsthrough my little stretching mind.Then I melt as I look up.Laughter? A sneer?Oh my goodness what am I doing here?“No,” says…
The Fall of a Sparrow
I killed a sparrow today. As I sped across the Texas highway at 85 mph, the sun just beginning to set behind me, blanketing the landscape in deep late-summer hues of green and blue, my eyes were heavy with the end of the long day and the thought of the long drive ahead. My mind…
Linguistic Analysis of Shakespeare’s Sonnets 97-99
While my favorite sonnet will always be the beautiful and inspiring 116, I was taken by a new group of Shakespearean lines as I read through them this time. Sonnets 97-99, equally as passionate as my preferred, speak to the troubled hearts of separated lovers. I appreciated the connection between the three of them, and…
On Elephants
I don’t believe in the power of elephants. Too many of my acquaintances (whom I will generally call society) stiffen at the thought of them. Fear bound and still, with lips pursed and forearms crossed, they whisper over frigid shoulders, “There’s an elephant in that room.” Fingers pointed, they tell their circles, “Don’t look now,…
The Fox Nose
I swear she came out of nowhere. The field went out far as the eye could see, no way somebody could have come up without us knowing it. There wasn’t nothing there but miles of dead harvested corn stalks. We’d turned our backs for a minute, shuffling through the bed of Devon’s truck for the…
Let Life
Lyrics. Someday to be put to music. You’re seeing lines in the mirror That didn’t used to be there Running hands through thinning hair How could you not care? You say, Time finally had its way with me I’m just not the person that I used to be Life has come Life has gone Now…
Nightmare – A Brother’s Suicide
Bloodshot eyes open Heavenward gaze Bloodless skin broken Blank empty face Bloody throat swollen N’oh my God, please! Frantic mind rushing Hand on lifeless skin Slap, slap it hard Infuse it back within But limp and laying Eyes betraying change Hope departs Never seen again
Change
change is constanta wave in a limitless planeever fallingever risingmeeting where we areand where we will beand alwayswhere we have beenchange laughs at thefork in the roadI’ve seen it all beforechoice and changewalk hand-in-handon bothand on every paththat ever wasthey will be thereat every endto conjure yet anotherbeginningon and onover and overthe only constant is…
Inalienable
You call yourself a Lion, Resisting, roaring, defending your Inalienable rights To call your shots, Make your choice, Possess your own Life Liberty Happiness You call yourself censored, A voice in a senseless void, Demanding tyranny subside It hurts, doesn’t it? When power looms over Like a shadow, when you’re silenced subdued controlled It hurts,…