JCProckup's profile

I stand hip-deep in front of each wave as pounding repetition breaks over my chest This is the first time I have watched the sky change color blue dust to pink to indigo The white crest unfurls heavily against me and I turn to watch it settle on the sand my eyes are drawn to her She reclines just below the sky Everywhere: the new horizon I take small steps into the pressure With each measure gained so much is left behind Bits are floating off in the waves toward her I give up I drift back, fa...

Hope brings life from voided shores; the sea-salt a remedy for the heart-sore and weary. The night waves are a tonic, the moon a salve - its beams rain down mercy abouding - the gentle and ferocious clap-slapping and furious the water foaming devours the sand. We close our eyes in darkness warding off the pixelation of the night - the gray and the white blending into our eyelids insidious. The walls are painted white and smudged black, paint chipping corners slack- And all I want is a little ...

They had a glancing aquaintance, otherwise she'd never have asked. The two young men sitting in front of Ami had been picking slowly at their lunches for the last twenty minutes, and flies were starting to pick at them, too. So, after gulping down the last of her cider, Ami waves at them. Kris and Olaf. She knew them from a shared class in University. "Waste not, want not," she smiles, walking over and leaning her hip against the side of their low table. "It's what my father always said." Wi...

The tears stand out sharp in her eyes turning the green to gold I watch the shapes her mouth makes but the shouting's too loud to make anything out It's another something angry I catch the dust swirling in the light beams Distracted Peripherally she is snatching up things Her purse And the car keys I hear sirens The gestures tell enough Her words would just cut too much I look away In the pregnant pause that follows she is calm Shuts the door soft behind her And backs out of the driveway The ...

We are the Condemned- Unafraid to ask or to sin; Our disdain of death is all that is left to occupy the hollow within. We gave up on god; or rather, he gave up on us; his broken heart and wasted trust- our father the holocast is yours to own! the plight and the empty and the outrage alone! We are the unspoken; the desires we sought in the promises broken- We are the restless, her voice rasps in the wind- Come closer, come hither, come in, come in- We are the broken. We are the souls without s...