Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Neopolitan Dreams - Lisa Mitchell

You'll go and I’ll be okay,
I can dream the rest away
It's just a little touch of fate, it will be okay
It sure takes its precious time, but it’s got rights and so have I

I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves
You couldn’t be alone, the time I feel like I am walking blind
I have nowhere, I’ll have time

There are no legible signs
There are no legible signs

I like the way that you talk,
I like the way that you walk.
It’s hard to recreate such an individual game

You wait your turn in the queue,
You say your "sorry's" and "thank you’s"
I don’t think you’re ever
A hundred percent in the room
You’re not in the room
You're not in the room

Deepest, of the dark nights
Here lies, the highest of highs
Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea

You wait you turn in the queue,
You say your "sorry's" and "thank you's"
I don’t think you’re ever
A hundred percent in the room
You’re not in the room
You're not in the room

Lisa Mitchell- Neopolitan Dreams

Monday, December 28, 2009


My insides are being harvested to my mind
Body twisting and turning to my convulsive thoughts
The tongue is quick to pass judgement
The tongue was quick to taste poison
So potent in your appeal
Drawing everything around you near
You whisper your intentions
Then scream your agenda into my body
Writhing from the pleasure of impurity
Desparately wanting all and none of you
Knowing you are an empty shell of a man, what could have been a man.

Sunday, November 8, 2009


The night is still
I hear the cars on the highway, a mile away
Mosquitoes are no longer a threat in this awkward fall warmth
Yellow leaves cling to bare limbs illuminated by street lights
The black cat who wanders my neighborhood is perched on the hood of my car
His eyes like mirrors
Watching to see if I will approach
No moon shines on me
She greeted me through the trees last night, bright and wonderous
Tonight she sleeps behind the clouds

Saturday, October 10, 2009


I really want to play this game.

Sunday, September 27, 2009


Stepping through a pinhole of hope
Only to find a painted brick wall blocks my progress
Banging my head on the dream of revenge
Thoroughly enjoying the laughter from above
Angels dropping like flies
From the open heavens
Splattering on the windshields of Hummers.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Passing Car

After the car passed,
I was left standing with a muddy dress.


Your face haunting my thoughts
Eyes closed to hold onto your likeness
Keep them shut to prolong your fade to black
Night after night you have been coming to me
Different dreams
Assorted imaginings
A collection of our own short stories
All fiction
All lies
Exceptionally entertaining

Thursday, September 10, 2009


As the night falls into day,
my mind awakes to beauty.

Monday, August 31, 2009


Faith on the wind
I feel my face
I know that my heart is evil
I see evidence when it preys upon faith
Even when it is not available
A peak above a pit
It sways back and forth
When this is real
The dark soul breaths life
Into a broken spirit
For the soul knows the results
It rips and shreds tomorrow
Which mosaic sings of a brighter soul?






Open sea of my soul

Tonight is the full moon
Tugging at my every emotion
Beautiful lady so full, so bright
Shining down on me, with me, in me.
A wise woman told me that tonight is the time
To say goodbye to something
I choose you
I choose to set myself free of you
I have to be free
Beat your love out of my chest.
I shall set my sails on myself
Stop waiting for your wind to sail me
I will start a new journey
Leaving our love behind
Because as much as I want it, want you
The choice is not mine
So, I go
With heavy heart and torn mind
To rebuild my strength
On the open sea of my soul.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Beautiful Horror

You are my beautiful horror.
Howling at the moon
Searching for glimpses of sanity
On the bank of a neverending sea
I do not believe you sleep
For your dreams are more real than your life
You suckle at the breast of cruelty
Feeding on insanity.

Monday, June 29, 2009

"Throw the mattress on the bathtub"

Growing up in tornado alley, I was accustomed to wild weather. When thinking of a title for this blog, the images of quirky quotations from others came to mind. What clever saying should I qoute to express where this writing may follow? I thought of movies, songs and books. And then I thought why am I trying to express myself under someone elses words? How do I describe myself in my own terms. Which is when I thought of my experience of being trapped in a bathtub under a mattress riding out a tornado, huddled under metal and cloth waiting for the storm to pass. Hence the title of my blog. The storms come and they pass. It's the way you protect yourself that is the interesting part.

Reason for being

For years, I have envied friends and strangers who are able to put their thoughts into public view. I have enjoyed the insights into others lives. Some writings are incredibly raw, rough and real. Some are pure comedy. I have been writing for years, but never in this format. I have hidden my thoughts in journals, poetry or the security of a class. I have never felt fully at ease with myself, let alone sharing myself with another. So today I said "fuck it."