BeccaJLove

My Spoon, Is At The Great Noodle Reef, Scuba diving For chicken.

When I was younger I remember wearing a hat It was beautiful, that hat, and reminded me of what my mother drank in the morning. Such a silky white, such a plain color. It held my paleness in my face at a brim; And kept my cheeks flushed but my soul untouched.

Sunday brunch with the ghost of a friend I know it's not much but, who's to say pictures can't carry conversation? And I feel far away, with every empty page Waiting for the scrapbook to end The house is so empty it stands Where the sky meets the ground, it's a fortified land Protects me from stick and stone, and trespassing men But in this storm it's blown away with the wind Just repair my heart with a suture and scalpel And by morning I'll not know where I've been In a dream I was sinking into sand On the coast of some far away island, near the Pacific Rim When a hand reached out and said you must take what you give I laid down

An Oath to My Father: The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart. A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past. I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today. Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe! Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them - Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hun