Letters and Paper Promises Raining From the Sky

sitting in an orchard of destruction

watching paper promises fall from the sky

letters symbolic of nuclear snowfall

dead red berries clung to the branches

silently weeping tears of blood

praying to whatever gods berries pray to

that they would suffocate in the blizzard

of letters falling from the sky

sitting all alone in an orchard of destruction

letters you wrote to me

words you spoke to me

I wrote them all down to keep your memory alive

that ghost that you became

it crowded into my head and exploded out my eyes

and blizzards ensuing

choking out my tears

letters falling from the sky

sitting in this orchard of destruction

once upon a time so alone but not anymore

about the stroke of midnight

the moon came out its rays calmed the storm

falling letters bound themselves into

tiny little novels chapterizing our time together

written words that we shared

slowly becoming epitaphs

monuments to the love we once shared

marred now only by the sight

of letters falling from the sky

sitting in this orchard of destruction

berry’s blood fell asphyxiated

drawing perfect red lines

on the letters that fall from the sky

creating a blueprint (redprint)

becoming a plan for the future

making my pain the destroyer

making my hope the architect

subtleties that intertwine the lines

create a work of art for my heart to follow

all because in that instant

letters fell from the sky

(c) 2013 p.hill

Once Upon A Time When I Was Haunted

There once was a time, not so long ago

When I was haunted by the spirit of a pretty little thing

She used to creep into my mind

When I wasn’t looking

She would steal visions from my eyes

Replacing them with the memories of days long gone;

Times long dead

 

But then once upon a time when I was haunted

This pretty little thing

She left me one day

I watched her walk out of the door,

Out of my life

In that instant I hated her the most

Because she had taken all those little memories

That I used to hold so dear

Once upon a time when I was haunted

I was filled with the rage and sadness

From innumerable terrible events

From the time that I can remember being able to remember

I attended the funerals for the things that I held most dear

Slowly letting the dirt of life slip through my fingers

Gently cascading down to soft little piles spilling over

The sides of those golden coffins

Once upon a time when I was haunted

I watched this pretty little thing

Keep me company in the darkest hours of my days

Keep my sanity to a level that was unreachable on my own

This little ghost of a thing kept me intravenously fed

Bleeding herself off, so that I could be nourished

And when she was bled completely dry

This little ghost that used to haunt me

She walked away, into the dark of the cold night

Once upon a time I was haunted

And while I hated that the torment was of my own creation

Sometimes I miss the fact that a little spirit would come visit me

Sometimes I miss the fact that there was a little spirit at all

Sometimes I miss being haunted…





(c) 2013 p.hill