Release

(maybe lyrics? a bit cerebral… er… or abstract)

Click in the depths of my convoluted brain
Go the cogged wheels of turning, rolling back and in.

Bam to the bottom of my vessel of pain
Lands the pinpoint missile, bringing sharp-shooting stings.

It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

Pow in the gut with all my soft, tender bits
Goes the fist of regret, turning in as it hits.

Oof to the jaw in my beleaguered face
Lands the fist of the past, slinging mem’ry of waste.

It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

Caught in the wires
Of barb-ed thoughts,
Dragging up,
Dragging out,
Dredging pasts through the muck.

Cut it.
Break it.
Take it to the bone.
It’s time to begin again,
The seed’s unsown.

It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

New leaves sprout.
New seeds sown.

It starts again. It’s new again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

©2014 choiSOSS

Precipice

She stands,
Slightly slouched,
Hair shining from brushstrokes,
Slight sparkles where the sun
Baked in flyaway ends, stirred by the breeze.

She smiles,
Wryly, one-sided.
A thought crosses her mind
And the lips press together
Making her dimples appear just for a moment.

She turns,
On one heel,
And strides away from him,
Not knowing the effect she has had
On his quick-beating heart, now subsiding.

©2014 choiSOSS

Singles: 005

This is but a drop in the bucket at the beginning of the Rube Goldberg machine that ends with a swift kick in my ass, out the door and gone for good.

©2014 choiSOSS

Baskets broken

Picking up each egg gingerly,
You hold them briefly, inches from your face.
Eyes believe they can see through the pores
Of the shell, but only imagine the motions.
You have no view of the albumen, the yolk;
You cannot see that the shell is broken.

Just as gingerly, you place each egg in,
Lovingly, gently, carefully, even though
The basket is broken and each placed egg
Just rolls around as you walk, until it
Finds the opening and falls out; No matter,
As they already were cracked in your grip.

So studiously you wander, gathering eggs,
Collecting them in vain: your quest self-perpetuated.

©2014 choiSOSS

Through Finger Slits

Dribble
Dribble
Drip.

So clean the water seems.
It cleans the things unseen.

Halfheartedly, fingers flick, wetting the pristine floor next to my feet.
Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my body does a quick-freeze.

Drip
Drip
Drip.

Three last drops ooze from my palm to the floor, through finger slits.
I smile to myself, accepting it all and knowing the truth, bliss.

So clean the water is.
It cleanses even this.

©2014 choiSOSS

With a Shake of the Hands

Fluttering fingers.
Absentmindedly, flicking away the constant cobweb cover on her eyes.

Sometimes streams of bright light pierce through veiled lashes.
Hit home. Strike fierce. Hold fast.
Then gone.

With a shake of the hands, then gone.

©2014 choiSOSS