Sunday, May 29, 2016

~Nostalgia~


“We are all prisoners here of our own device”-Hotel California
all the paths
that lead to you are winding
and chaotic
misty
nostalgia

maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me
but then again,
probably not
you can’t stand to stand near me
when my face is a little dirty
the strange
birds
make gurgling noises
against the
fading grass

night  after
night
I watch
the rolling clouds
misty arcs
of blue cold
keep fading
into forever

fate
weaves
itself
into
itself
seams
on top
of seams

we all have scars
some of us
wear them
with pride
keep on
even though
the road
took an unexpected turn

you said don't think about the consequences
but baby eventually we have to

join me for the now for the ebb
and flow
I don't know quite where to go
but right now that's in my dreams

something new
is always
set in motion
the mortal coil

unfurls
in the
blue
sighing

silence

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~

Saturday, May 28, 2016

~Our writing prompt~



poison is a failing curse
poison trust what poison hurts
the hail and dirt in the wounds which flirt
to trust another with cascading dirt

leave you stains and terror failing
turning faith to work
hit the draining dust to dain
the sable in your worth
The patterns of the leaves are spotted sunlight on the ground and I am alone with the silence that hangs on me like an unsettling dream
Dust to dust falls through my fingers like a sigh
Unkempt sigh
here lies fortunes favor, drowning in the dust
time is what we're made of
falling into lust.
a tyrants sing demands of us a  peice of every husk
its pain and tallow that keeps us turning out shallow hearts to love

If I fall asleep let me dream of a new day, the paths reverts but I will always follow the path to you, even if I stumble along the way
When you can't sleep count the mermaids and think of me


~Sarah Mahina Calvello and Kaemon Bonet~

~Delicate words, Based on a writing prompt with a friend~


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poison

is the flailing flower
the hail and dirt in wounds

on the edge

of delicate words

to trust another
with your
cascading dirt
leave haunting stains
turning faith to work
hit the draining dust
of the day


the sable
in your worth
the patterns of the leaves
are spotted sunlight on the ground
and I am alone with the silence that hangs on me like an unsettling dream


dust to dust falls
through my fingers
a single
unkempt sigh

fortune's favor,
drowning in the dust
time is what we're made of
falling into lust

If I fall asleep
let me dream of a new day,
the paths diverged
but I will always follow the path to you
even if I stumble along the way


when you can't sleep
count the mermaids
and think of me

haunted by another
road untaken
you left me cold
lost and wondering

in my own mind

poison
is the flailing flower
the hail and dirt in wounds
on the edge
of delicate words

to trust another
with your
cascading dirt
leave haunting stains
turning faith to work
hit the draining dust
of the day
the sable
in your worth
the patterns of the leaves
are spotted sunlight on the ground
and I am alone with the silence that hangs on me like an unsettling dream
dust to dust falls
through my fingers
a single
unkempt sigh
fortune's favor,
drowning in the dust
time is what we're made of
falling into lust

If I fall asleep
let me dream of a new day,
the paths diverged
but I will always follow the path to you
even if I stumble along the way
When you can't sleep
count the mermaids
and think of me

haunted by another
road untaken
you left me cold
lost and wondering

in my own mind
sets me apart
from ruin
chasing away
my demons 

it was
a fabulous
disaster
~Sarah Mahina Calvello~

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

~Undercover Angel~

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I’m an angel
Undercover
Hiding my face
From you
I’m all
Turned around
And there’s nowhere
To go

in the sky
well confide
Turn into
something beautiful
Look
how they shine for you

Ebb
Flow
whispering in
and out trembling breath
Caress
silver moon sparkling

take me onto the moonlit floor
tears of the world
is of constant quality
Was it just my imagination?
I hid my heart away
dust on the shelf
Let it
beat bright
constant as the stars

again
Uncover
What needs
To be
Uncovered

The only
Road
I’ve ever
Been down
thank you
silence

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~

Friday, May 20, 2016

~Backlash~

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No need to repeat it
A sin for a sin
I’m going back
across the line I crossed
what feels good
can hurt in the end

Thousands of candles
can be lit with a single match
but our hearts got tangled
until we felt the backlash
ya , it’s time to call in the calvary 
they threw me to the pack and I return leading the wolves

Thousands of candles
can be lit with a single match
but our hearts got tangled
until we felt the backlash
ya , it’s time to call in the calvary 
they threw me to the pack and I return leading the wolves

Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon
everything that’s made lonely
just leaves too soon
but baby didn’t we but the world to ash?
got too close to the flame, love is about the unraveling and repair, will you always be there?
The moments of disarray just like dust we settle among the sounds
Thousands of candles
can be lit with a single match
but our hearts got tangled
until we felt the backlash
ya , it’s time to call in the calvary 

Mmm our hearts are candles
lit with a single match
our hearts got tangled
until we felt the backlash
ya , it’s time to call in the calvary 
I come back with the wolves
~Sarah Mahina Calvello~

Monday, May 9, 2016

~Book~

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The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.
- Saint Augustine


the white
curved bells
of flowers
silhouettes
of statues
sigh
and creak


chocolate wine
velvet lingers
the sky
opens up


softly
almost afraid
to touch
my dream is set in motion


embrace me like a star
like a frozen rose
shatter me


feel
the moment
open
the book


sometimes I hear you’re smile
it sounds like bells
like a phantom
whisper
you have to be here

and things will get real
take me back
to the day before you went away


It’s just a drop in the ocean
just
a change of weather
hoping that we’ll end up together
a brave women
always has a  smile on her face
and things will get real
and match
what has
been unmatched

again

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~