She looked happy, her life ahead of her. I was but a man she had forgotten in a lifetime lost in memory. I flip through her Instagram, twitter, and Facebook. Is it strange for me to want to relieve such fond times? All I want is to move forward(more) but these chains that hold me are my own inescapable handiwork. I buried it all without realizing that I buried who I was, who I am. I can’t hide this sadness forever, I just can’t. (less)
The sky is an open canvas with a hint of blue.
I stare and survey the trees animals and sun.
The rabbits go about their business, birds feeding
Their chicks, ants tending to the queen. I continue to stare, my eyes wandering aimlessly
Trying spy for something – anythin(more)g. Finally I catch a glimpse of something off in the distance. Clouds creeping slowing brushing the sky a harsh gray. The sun hides
With the protection of Gaia, the wind furiously begins to sing and shot. A crazed smile crosses my face, and the stars begin to dance in my eyes as one word comes out of the dense forest of my thoughts : “change.”
I once lived for the fast life. Everything about the postmodern age goes by fast with its trends, viral videos, and hashtags. However, when I come home to my small town in Nebraska it’s the slow things – the small things – that seem to have the lasting impact.
I wish to open this window of mine.
I want to see the world outside this room.
Its vibrant colors dancing on my gray walls.
The summer air brushing my face painting my cheeks red.
But alas I cannot.
(more) This metallic box holding a firm grip on my consciousness with its many pixels.
“Maybe tomorrow I will.” I say shaking my head for I know full well that tomorrow may never come.
The edge of reality before me
My future is gone, no longer I see.
Voices fill my mind, like a tsunami.
Everything behind me, nothing ahead.
Now to the cliff, with a call I dread
One voice now said, “Ready to jump.”
We rush the beach – like mad dogs in the heat of summer – just to stay alive. The beaches of Normandy where riddled with tank traps, barbed wire, and machine gun fire. It was as if Dante’s morbid fantasy came to life.
(more) “Who the hell would land here?!”
I run, my rifle in one hand and the other on my helmet, trying to catch up with the rest of the men that are still alive. I pass body after body, losing count along the way. I hear a bullet zip past me, grazing my cheek, turn my head to see that the man running next to me crumple in a heap of army green.
“Just a little furth –“
Before I can finish a shell explodes a few feet away, knocking me off my feet. I wake up in a daze not sure how much time has passed, or if I’m still in one piece. All this destruction and death around me I’m not sure what I should do. For a moment I just stand there frozen. Everything seems to blur together – the carnage, the gunfire, and the cries of dying men – but then I remember my home. My mother’s soft but stern smile, and my little brother’s crooked teeth. I know there are people waiting for me, people who love and care for me.
So I pick up my rifle and dust myself off. I see a few men who also seem to be giving in. I run towards them, saying the only words I can think of, “Push Forward.”
The dunes surround me. They hug the landscape cradling it softly as if to hush silent cries of distress, my distress. I am trapped by these dunes never knowing where to go, or where I've been for all the dunes look the same to me. I’m burning up; my(more) throat closes from dehydration, the heat biting at my bare flesh, and the sand building up beneath my toe nails. Before I can collapse into the open arms of exhaustion I spot an oasis. It’s close, but distant as well. Is this the work of a mirage? We’ll see… (less)