Why I need more family time:

Its 5:30 December the something.
My dad opens my door.
"HEATHER!! Come look at the sky,
I know you'll appreciate this."
"Well, alright." I said.
We walk out my room through the
Foyer then to the front door.
He opens it and goes on to describe
The details with an underlying awe, that made me proud.
"look at how those clouds resemble sand, and the colors are so bright!" he said
And the sun crept down further.

I never knew he liked sunsets.

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"Heartfelt"

CREATION

Day 1:
Quietly and deliberately you speak
That word rolls off the tip of your tongue
And falls.
Without a sound it spirals down
Leaving wild traces in the black,
With every shooting spark that flails
A burst of white saturates the abyss
More and more and more
Until suddenly,


All is illuminated.

Day 2:
Quietly and deliberatley you speak
The words cascade with out delay.
Then drop.
Hitting with a bounce and sinking
Deep,
The atmosphere has made it here and
By moon light it rocks
The oceans to sleep.

- Still need to finish the rest of this one, days 3-7. This is the first poem of the series : Poetry of the Bible

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(above) Artists: Heather Lusk, Cameron Zionts





Splattered Laughs on the Wall

You laugh and joke

and laugh and joke

and bust your gut on funny

you say to her,

..."Your getting old, you cant even remember where you lost your marbles!"

ha ha ha ha HA HA HA HA

and she says to you,

"Your not making any sense, I bet its your old age... and your only 50!"

HA HA ha ha HA HA hahaha

Then, 20 more years of wrinkles gather on your face

20 more years of laughs collect in a heaping muddle at the bottom of your stomach

20 years later You wake up and do not know your name

But you remember what she said

When your face was not so wrung dry

and your belly not so full

And you wonder where your HA HA HA hahaha went.

You have always been able to

laugh and joke

and laugh and joke

No matter the problem, your laughs were always bigger.

But today you cannot remember your name.

And you forgot that it would hurt when you pulled the trigger.

And your laughs went out with your brain.

The latest..

Childhood Slips Away

My dear, you are slipping slipping slipping out of my hands.
I cannot stand this incessant dripping dripping dripping, won't you hear my demands?!
I catch a drop only to watch it fall once more,
But I will not stop trying, the last morsel is worth fighting for!
Long ago you cradled me at night with the sounds of your lullaby
Larger than the ocean at one time, your waves would wash my freckled face as I cried

Yet you leave this world in a single drop, with only my tears by your side.

Who will sing to me when I am lonely?
Who will wash away my sorrow when the world is gray?
Please don't leave me dear, stop this awful decay!
When you are gone completely, part of me will die too.
The years must've passed by me unnoticed, it seems your departure is far too soon.
And then I look down at you through watery eyes, again to find
That one last tear shaped particle lingers,
like a goodbye kiss...
Yet another moment is behind,
So I hold up my hand to align you with my iris
Because we are running out of time
And in a flash, the last of that sweet existence rolls through my fingers.

falling



falling



falling, I never imagined the end like this.
























plop....












And away you went... my childhood bliss.


The floor beneath me is stained now, in memory of you.
So I sit on the ground, colored with your ivory subtle blue
Humming the song you gave to me, I pretend you are singing too.

goodbye summer house

    Summer of 2010 has closed its door forever, leaving me on the welcoming mat in wonder. I stare at the hands that still grip the door knob and notice there are freckles that mark my days in the sun, creases that show more than the passing of time, and worn down fingernails that were chewed in many fits of anticipation. Alas, it is time to let go. If i turn now, I will see an empty road beckoning me to another house of which to furnish with new experiences. There is a stillness in the air around me, not even a particle in motion. So much that, if I were to stir, the effect would ripple its way across the atmosphere so that every blade of grass would sway to the rhythm of my movement. The universe pends in anxiousness, awaiting my answer to its call. Will I leave the door step to resume the time continuum? To shatter the frozen state of the world I have created, so that life can go on? I hope the new house has as many windows as the latter... and I hope that when nightfall creeps its way across the horizon, I will not be afraid of the darkness it brings. With that, I purse my lips in a line of confirmation then close my eyes. Letting go the brass knob of my summer home, I exhale, and turn to face the great abyss.

F -eeling

R-ather

E- xcited

E-verytime

D-iscoveries

O-pen

M-y

S-oul

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