Rythm In My Head::[Rythm in My head]::Drumsticks moving in my mindSilently whistling faster than my thoughts comprehendWaiting to be expressed aloud.Wesley SmithMay 1st, 2002::[Matrix7]::
STWC Entry - The StudioTurn the knobHear the door gently creak.The doorway to imaginationthe doorway to inspirationthe doorway to dreamsthe doorway to nightmares.Glide across the studiotoward the cornertoward the glasstoward the canvas...toward everything and nothingat the same time.Take the brush(type the words)Choose the color(or emotions???)Concentrate....(open your eyes to your heart)Frenzied painting(type faster, faster!before it leaves again!ExhaustionSit in the chair(smell the new/old dust)observe the work(read the words)feel the brush fall to the floor(take your hand off the keys)Hits the floor with a sound oddlylike thunder. Disturbing the silentsanctuary of this place.(File...Save....Close...)Select the perfect frame(Which category to submit?)That one...in the corner.Oak inset...hand crafted..velvet mat.Yes.....perfect(Hmm....Emotional I think)Hang it on the wall for all to see.But where?(Title...File...Description...Hesitation...is it good enough?Will it
Holding Me Down::[Constant Companions]::The future beckons me onwardMy past tries to hold me downEach time I wanna fly...Wesley SmithApril 30th, 2002::[Matrix7]::
The Face of Father Time::[The Face of Father Time]::I look in the mirrorAnd see the face of Father TimeEver so slightly overlaying mine.Wesley SmithApril 30th, 2002::[Matrix7]::
Folded Memories::[Folded Memories]::Snapshots taken in a momentClose your eyes and breathe the air.Memories made throughout our livesbut do we understand or care?Time goes on and memories fademore like photographs than dreams.They dull and crack, the edges frayedexposed to daily life's extremes.So now when memories come my wayI fold them tight and hold them near.A photo album in my mindremembered joys, and pains and tears...Wesley SmithApril 30th, 2002::[Matrix7]::
Just To Hear You Breathe::[Just To Hear You Breathe]::I lay awake and watch the sunsetListen to the sounds of the dayslowly wind down as everything in natureglances skyward, gives a little stretch*yawn* and heads for bed.Slowly rolling overI study your smiling face.Even when you sleep you still havethat cute little half grin I love so much.In that half a moment when the last of the sunretreats to that land over the hillseverything falls silent.For half a moment.Changing of the guardswhatever you want to call itbut between the day sounds and night soundswhen it is neither one nor the otherdaytime breathes its final breathand nightime takes in its first.In that moment your eyes seem a little greenerYour hair a little softerYour skin a little purerYour laugh a little more infectious...I lean a little closer, just like I do every nightOur little secret you don't know about.Day and night seem to stopjust for you and me in that moment.I would go sleepless for days on endCall you halfway
Battlefield of the MindVoices whisperingat the edge of my mind...CallingBeckoningKnocking(Let me in)Slightly louder nowdemanding to be heard...To be seenTo be touchedTo be embraced(You can't resist me)Growling nowI shiver in the darkFrightenedAloneCornered(I'm coming to eat your mind)Banging now, getting louderbut the door holdsKneelingCryingPraying(This is my world, my gameboardAnd you are my pawn...)(Drink your mind)(Feed on your soul)(Infest your dreams)(Plant MY thoughts in your mind)(Fruit to be reaped later...)(Food to be enjoyed slowly)(You)(Are)(Mine)Forced to listen to thesewhispers in the darkI wait...The pounding (eventually) stops.My breathing slowsHope (slowly) returns.(I will always be here)(Out of sight, but always within reach)And I smile as I stand-"Oh grave where is your victory,death where is your sting?"-Funny....everything's quiet now.Now what do you know about that?
Kiss The Night*blink*On my back in the field late into the night.Staring up at the stars and letting the soundsof the night embrace my shivering frame.*breathe*The stars look exactly like firefliestrapped in the black expanse of the sky.Stretching as far as the eyes can see.Each trying to wiggle free of its prison.(And failing)Each calling to me to free them from their inky cell,each silently whisperingin my earsin my mindin my heart...*listen*I gently stretch my hands toward the distant light.And for a brief second I feel my handclose around that twinkling fireflyand I know the only thing it wants is to finally sleep.shining so longdoes have itsdrawbacks...*yawn*I slowly bend to kiss the star that found its wayinto my dreams and filled my heart with purpose.As my lips touch (impossibly), I hear "Thank You"almost a mental sigh as the light goes out.*blink*So night after night, one by oneI reach, then dream, then smile and sighas each light goes out I know dreams come t