J. Sanders, 25 march 2012
Eye staring, other plane
not deactivated, spinning spinning spinning
something calling, brushing hand
fingertips vibrate
energy spark
prongs, spinning
comb comb spirits ghosts
calling
medallion swing
eye cat eye Lord of the Rings.
spinning magnet. Draw closer
spinning spinning spinning
hands reaching
spirit help
need help
disconnet disconnet
spinning spinning spinning.
J. Sanders, 12 february 2012
My mother has a hold over me,
A hold I cannot break.
Every jealous plan
I must go along with.
Things will never change.
Something inside me is different.
Something strange.
I saw the woman, Psyche,
A woman so beautiful
My mother is jealous
Of the attention
She received.
I have found myself in her arms.
I no longer wish to obey my mother.
I must marry her.
The oracle hears my plea
And informs her family of me.
I will have her.
I give her my love
And receive her own.
But theirs a nagging feeling
In the back of my head.
Her sisters are strange.
I suspect they fill her head
With wrong assumptions.
I hope I am wrong.
J. Sanders, 12 february 2012
There once was an Elven Warrior,
Sent on a quest to find,
The Virga et Ardere,
To save Fantagaisia.
This warrior traveled over mountains,
And under seas.
He traveled until,
Until he was homesick.
As he stopped to rest,
The Fae Queen appeared,
She gave him the blue,
Blue Virga et Ardere.
As he walked through the forest,
A little puppy followed him,
And offered the orange,
Orange Virga et Ardere.
He came upon a strange creature,
Injured from a fight.
He healed him and received,
The green Virga et Ardere,
Together these three,
Three unlikely allies,
Saved Fantagaisia,
From destruction.
That Elven Warrior,
Had three daughters,
Who owned a shrine,
And had children.
I am a descendant,
The heir to the shrine.
I must protect,
The Virga et Ardere.
J. Sanders, 12 february 2012
Its almost time.
My sleeves drenched
by my sister’s sobs.
Its almost time to meet
my future husband.
The veil I wear
forces my head down
as if its a burden.
Aphrodite’s vengeance
has hit me, leaving its own
form of magical gaping face wounds.
Her mark chased off my potential
suitors, destroyed my chances with mortal,
human, normal men.
Now I shall climb that hill
the Oracle spoke about.
Its time.
My heart pulsates
As my march
Approaches the hill.
I can hear it in my ears,
Loud and obnoxious.
It blocks out my family’s
Concerned words.
The Oracle said a creature
Would take me as his wife.
Is he a monster?
I must assume so.
I should have stopped
going to temple during the rush.
I should have stopped
when they called me Aphrodite.
There’s nothing I can do now.
Goodbye, World.
J. Sanders, 10 february 2012
Black, we sit in you when its too hot.
We wear you in the winter to catch heat.
Returning negativity to its source is your talent.
We need you to hide our sins.
Black, we fear you as children.
We fear your connotations.
You’ve been permanently placed in death,
And condemned by man.
Yet, you are used in decorations.
Black skulls on key-chains, black stools.
Our cars have you to show class.
We find you in hair, oh Black, beautiful.
But you are not innocent.
Nor shall you ever be.
Condemned by religion as sin,
And forced to contain our creatures.
We use you.
We abuse you.
And you’ll always be needed.
J. Sanders, 10 february 2012
Diseases, toxins, bacteria
White blood cells
Battle to save a life.
Surgery is a trauma of its own.
Recovery is not a team sport.
Hooked into an IV
A girl has shrapnel wounds
With internal bleeding.
Children should not be around
Explosives.
A hospital bustles
Doctors hurry
This one has to be rolled
To the O.R. now.
This one can wait.
No one appreciates what
A doctor does
Unless it saves
Your life.
J. Sanders, 10 february 2012
I remember the day well,
Falling ice cream put me under a spell.
I stared at it as I cried,
And the concrete became its bride.
It was chocolate in a chocolate cone.
I loved it like a dog courts a bone.
Uncoordinated and clumsy, I stood no chance,
Of eating all of it.
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