A Trio of Sonnets about Death... or Things Getting Eaten

The sparkling scales will catch the sun’s bright rays,
They glint and glimmer, flashing blue and green.
He hides his color in the seaweed maze,
But one so vibrant can’t remain unseen.
There is no current to move him along,
He darts around the water as he will.
And at first glance you’d think there nothing wrong;
He’s just a fish, all scale and fin and gill.
But no, this fish will meet a sorry fate.
His imminent demise is drawing near
Without a second thought he took the bait.
He didn’t know it was a thing to fear.
With one strong yank, the fish had met his match.
And now he’s nothing but the day’s prize catch.


The dazzling yellow of the flower field
Is not as empty as what meets the eye.
The bugs below with petals are concealed.
They hide from scanning looks of passersby
They click and hop and chirp and fly and crawl,
They come with color, pigment, tint, and hue
But one bright insect stands out best of all,
A butterfly with wings of sapphire blue.
Her flashing wings propel her through the sky,
But death can spring from one turn badly angled
her flashing wings did lead her path awry,
And in a web she found herself entangled.
Alas this insect met a sticky end,
A butterfly is not a spider’s friend.


Two wide black eyes reflecting starry light.
Two huge round ears that wont stop quivering.
A long bald tail that twitches in his fright.
One downy body, soft and shivering.
A small wet nose, four tiny padded feet
Equipped with claws that scratch the ground below
His fanglike teeth can pierce through human meat,
His small white body hides him in the snow.
But now the mouse emits a frightened sound,
He is aware his death is soon to come.
He trembles on the dark and leafy ground,
His heart is pounding louder than a drum.
A flash of silent wing, the mouse is dead.
And one large owl flies on fully fed.

:D not deep and beautiful and about eyes or anything like that, but... I iz proud

2/9/11

I'm not allowed a mourning period for the ending of us this time,
although the times before weren't very substantial anyway.
if it's a good thing or a bad thing, I can't tell.
No time alone means no time for being hurt,
but no time being hurt also means no chance for recovery.
You can't recover if you're not hurt.
But I was -
just not given the time to be so.
this is my chance - to talk right to you.

I've been walking through our memories for hours,
and when it finally began to rain,
the drops reminded me of your pain.
so now, I guess it's come to this.
I'll miss our little victories,
of everything we've overcome,
all that was said and done.
but the walls that you and me tore down
are rebuilding themselves now.
And I'm starting to forget how
you tasted on those summer days I treasured.
Every battle fought and won,
was done with us together, as a team.
but now that the team is broken,
I'm finding something out.
so I'm here to tell you,
I'm leaving our war behind.
life can go on without you.

Smile, darling.
Lächeln, schatzi.

My Fault

and mine alone.
we all know it.

my fault.
I swore I'd never leave him,
never love anyone else,
but I allowed you to creep up

into my heart

and make it your home.

I'm the one who let it happen;
who let it get to the point where
I'm standing at a crossroads.
Going right means hurting him.
going left means hurting you.
going either way means hurting me.
going back is not an option.

do what makes me happy?
darling,

it's not my happiness that matters now.

what it's boiling down to, at its essence,
is who would be more hurt without me.
I've been too selfish up until now -
it's time to choose a path.

there is no right thing to do anymore.
so which mistake am I making tonight?