Little Warrior

fighting frights
in fetal position
by the side of
an unknown flame
on sacred nights
in solitude
and security

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 6/28/2010 4:40 pm est

Full Bloom

walking in full bloom
through sprinklers
stumbled over stones
bit my own lip
enhanced by a skip
pushed by sweet shadow
kissed by glistening dust
felt unfathomable rhythms

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 06/23/2010 at 4:42 pm est

The Mechanism of Life

each night
I wake up
every morning
transcending far
by a magnetic bond
not watching death
watching life
adjoining desperately
it simply is the same

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written the day of 06/21/2010

Summer

walked in humidity
fogged with camera lens
took pictures in isolation
drank in honeysuckle
drenched with saliva
danced in puddles
soaking in a dream
left over from an
afternoon celebration
of the summer solstice

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 06/16/2010 at 8:00 pm est

Elliptical Paths

I am
simply emotion
orbiting around
a mind with sound
in similar circulatory motion
a mind orbits around
my emotion

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell
written 6/15/2010 at 9:49 am est

Mud Pies In Pirouette

defaced the school bus stop
egging aluminum sided trailers
stole earrings from fancy shops
toilet papered park entrances

nurtured pet rats in pig tales
smiling mischievously
gently gnawed on toenails
all the while eating mud pies

naked and foraging forests
twirling a pink tutu in pirouette
pretending to be a princess
imprisoned still in a tall tower

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 6/11/2010 at 12:29 pm est

Fields of Death

on a patio
fields of life
swim with pleasure
yet death hoovers

mosquitoes are zapped
by a cowboy hat
smiling and killing
with electrical currents

~ Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 06/05/2010 at 10:45 est

Broken

I scream
for the obtainable
that cannot
be reached

that sits
just beyond
gentle fingers
that tap
gentle dualities

I lay
half asleep

~ Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 6/5/2010 1:38 am est

Unknown Cells

projections are reflections
off surfaces of glass
clear and concise
from the first day
of entering
into non-existence

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 6/2/2010 6:33 pm est