Untitled II

there is a knot
that cannot
be undone
most days
it is tied in
a beautiful bow
ever-binding

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 4/26/2010 2:57 am est

Stratum

carry me quietly
moving onward
one step to the next
making seasons bearable
in discontent
I stay afloat
in a white painted boat
where sunsets forever set
and moons always rise
between crisp sheets
translucent and layering
soul upon soul

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

Forgotten Worlds

have to think on this
write it out on paperbacks
read time and time again
crackling, sizzling inside
pages of my mind
and measurements
written on pages of past
posted on pages of present
and unwritten words
briefly mingling in a future
of half forgotten worlds

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 4/24/2010 at 3:38 pm est

Two Consecutive Nights

out of the hairs of Dali
aunts march over skin
bleeding tears

out of the seas of Whistler
waves wash over skin
kissing tears

the lights are dimmed

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written outside the morning of 5/23/2010

Translucent

arms reach forward into
pools of crystallized clarity
calming kills chaos
caught in endearing embrace
of situation and sensation
of saturation and silence
colliding again in clouds

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written on the afternoon of 05/20/2010

Consistent

in winding woods
sprinkled by a fairy tale
dampened with desire
petals yearn and breathe
off tree bark conceiving
and receiving consistently

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 05/18/2010 4:58 pm est

Harmony

slumbering softly beneath a knitted afghan
watching her breath underneath rising and falling
she reminds me of my own being
whose breath also continually rises and falls
slumbering softly beneath a knitted afghan
enrobed in a lining of perfectly fitted feathers

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 05/18/2010 at 2:04 pm est

Beauty

In the madness of an imagination
some days awake in confused states
sewing the seams of delicate dreams
by the rocking of a beautiful mind
sailing the seas of sustenance

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 05/16/2010 around 2:00 pm est

Respiration

one root infiltrates all
cycling transference
collecting pieces
of rain, of sun, of air

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 5/14/2010 7:47 pm est

Contemplate

without the materialized bullshit
and with a meshing of reality
where flesh and warm blood flows
unlike a painting
I feel pulled apart and onward
towards the unobtainable
that is within reach
just over the blue horizon

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written sometime yesterday

Regression

in chaos of conformity
returning to depths down under
pouring tea with right hand
shooting guns with left
time strikes and tears flow
falling asleep on a pillow
delightfully above desolation

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 5/11/2010 11:32 pm est