I Dream of Words

A Poem: Nightbreak

neomiko — Sun, 05 May 2013 04:47:43 -0700

The silence of the wee morning hours
Too far past Midnight,
Secrets kept and hidden
The street lights shine like stars
The potential of Dawn,
Thrumming in wait
Red-gold rays ready to burn memories

A Poem: Untitled #15

neomiko — Thu, 04 Apr 2013 20:50:20 -0700

The days are coming when all my heroes will die
Those icons I cherished in my youth
I thought they would stay with me
Forever

But I have felt it
That creeping inevitability
The draining sands of time
The frankness of mortality
The justice of death spares none

But there is some small solace
In the everlasting tangle of memory
Indelibly etched on still beating hearts
Remaining in the face of all that fades away

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neomiko — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 21:40:00 -0700

Am I the sum of my hobbies and habits
Defined by the things that I do?
Athletic, academic, industrious, creative,
Fastidious and hardworking,
A homemaker, a professional,
A friend, an intellectual

Is that really just me?
Don’t ask for my opinion, certainly.
For I do not know myself.
I would like to say that I knew once,
But I’ve no certainty of that.

Sometimes I forget myself and maps of memories superimpose themselves upon the present. If I...

neomiko — Mon, 11 Feb 2013 22:51:00 -0800

Sometimes I forget myself and maps of memories superimpose themselves upon the present.

If I continue down this road, a favorite restaurant is there on the right. Alternatively nondescript and garish doors and window walls to businesses wholly foreign to me, save for quick-glimpsed signage and placards, forgotten almost instantly upon reading. Here, a quiet cafe. And here, a tiny used bookstore. Next, a computer repair shop, a furniture store, a sketchy bodega. Sun-drenched storefronts blur as I pass by, a hazy golden film washing everything out. I should reach my destination soon.

Wait, wait. Wrong street. Wrong city.

Another time. Another life. Another me.

Still

neomiko — Thu, 07 Feb 2013 22:57:09 -0800

I know a lady
Always, always wandering
A rolling stone
An unmoored ship
Drifting on tides
Capricious, wondrous
Never-ending, never stopping
But always, always returning

Out she goes
Cresting new shores
Making waves
Wearing down
The rhythmic lullaby of perpetual motion
Rise and fall
Ebb and swell
Push and pull

Sometimes placid
Sometimes tumultuous
But always, always moving
Ever moving still

Sweet

neomiko — Sat, 02 Feb 2013 10:01:22 -0800

I’ve a pocket full of caramels
A sweet secret in hand
Transporting bits of solace
Happier moments
Simpler comforts
Hidden treasures
So long lost
Save for brief snippets
Olfactory memories
Flavored feelings
Dancing dreams unlocked
Shaken free of time’s dust
But for a few seconds
Enough

Kiss

neomiko — Tue, 29 Jan 2013 19:46:05 -0800

Give me a kiss before leaving
Darling
Give me a kiss before dark

A softly sweet token of love
Beloved
A promise before you embark

A kiss to hold onto, to cherish
Dearest
To remember as memory grows dim

Give me a kiss ere you go
Sweetest
Though parting is ever so grim

Consumption

neomiko — Tue, 15 Jan 2013 08:40:32 -0800

Whisper softly
Whisper sweetly
Let me taste
The coming dark

Sing me praises
Sing me anthems
Let me feast
On men’s full hearts

Tell me tales of bloody glory
Tell me tales of dread renown
For I am but another story
One more conquest of your crown

Untitled #11

neomiko — Mon, 14 Jan 2013 20:02:34 -0800

A cage of your own making is the greatest trap of all
No one else knows such fears to paralyze you
To feed upon your insecurities
To lay bare the raw nerves of pain
Exposed and buzzing
Bleeding

Iron bars of disappointment
Weighted shackles of rage
The burning brands of frustration
Stretched upon the rack of impotence
A feast of despair

Symphony

neomiko — Mon, 24 Dec 2012 16:17:56 -0800

Melancholy melodies
The cadence of a life
The deep thrum of disappointment reverberating in a hollowed chest
The jangling crescendo of shattered dreams
The mocking chimes of lost opportunity, tinkling goals never to be realized
The steady beat of daily failures
The cacophony of discontent

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neomiko — Thu, 29 Nov 2012 08:40:30 -0800

Neglected notebooks here and there
The bitterest of memories
Catch the dripping pages if you dare
To swallow up such miseries

Inconstant feelings overwrought
Impotent and seething
Misdirected all for naught
The tattered pain is breathing

A melancholy punctuated by bouts of rage
A stuttering river of malformed thought
From mind to pen and ink to page
A jagged scar that still burns hot

The glorious fall foliage came a bit a late this year, but no less riotous for it. Today brought...

neomiko — Wed, 28 Nov 2012 15:05:25 -0800

The glorious fall foliage came a bit a late this year, but no less riotous for it. Today brought heavy rains, and the trees shed their leaves beneath the onslaught. How fitting that these leaves, in their last moments before giving up the ghost completely, turn the most vibrant shades of the sun: the bright, buttery yellows of midday, the darkening crimsons of sunset, the trembling oranges of dawn.

All along the rain-soaked sidewalks lay bright halos of gold beneath trees with branches half bare. The city streets boast lush carpets of red and lemon leaves, patterns swept by rain and wind and passing cars.

Sometimes it is the little things, the daily things, the things we so often take for granted, and yet are the most wondrous of all.

The Night Hours

neomiko — Thu, 22 Nov 2012 08:40:28 -0800

I keep the night hours
The red-orange glow of the old street lamps
The icy, distant stardust
The indifferent lady moon
My only company

And always the darkness
My constant friend
Inky shadows on a poor-lit path
Deep doorways to unknown destinations
Pools of black round corners
And cars
And trees

Solemn and beautiful
The murky twilight blurs the sharp
Ugliness the daylight shines on
In the dark
Everything you can’t see is wondrous
Even the monsters

Cracked

neomiko — Wed, 21 Nov 2012 16:20:31 -0800

A crack in my window
A crack in the wall
A crack in the mirror
In dreams waits the fall

Guarded from the outside world
The strangers, the unknown
Trapped within this silent room
Sheltering darkness not yet grown

This nameless thing,
Formless and free
Ever hungers, ever restless
Seeks to devour me

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neomiko — Wed, 21 Nov 2012 08:40:32 -0800

A grain of sand
A grain of time
Irretrievable, lost.

Is this the destiny of being?
Why ponder the inevitable?
Why must there be a meaning to life?
What if there was no meaning?
What if there is no purpose to existence?

We exist
Because we do.
Could we ever possibly leave it
Just like that?

Mankind is an anal-retentive species;
Everything so specific.
Classified. Separated.
Recorded. Analyzed.
Compartmentalized. Catalogued.
Referenced. Cross-referenced.
Never-ending processes for categorization.
Is it that we want to grasp what we will ultimately lose?

When we cease to be,
We cease to be.
Irretrievable.

Lost.

Greetings, followers!

neomiko — Tue, 20 Nov 2012 21:59:05 -0800

I’ve not said it before, but hello and thank you for following me.

I appreciate you a great deal. Let’s be friends.

Untitled #6

neomiko — Tue, 20 Nov 2012 18:12:45 -0800

Can it come between us
This external distance
Infernally far
Is it internal, too?

It does not seem so
As I reach for you
But I do not find your flesh
Beneath my questing fingertips

Yet I hear your voice
Echoing in my ears
Feel your smile
Warming my heart

I see you daily
Lost in photographs and letters
My memories
Grander still

A Future Generation

neomiko — Mon, 15 Oct 2012 16:09:49 -0700

Standing alone, as is my wont,
My habit,
My being.
The way I tend to be, is
The way I learned to be, is
The way I need to be.
What would you have of me?

I cannot pretend the niceties
Of an old-fashioned kind of girl,
Nor am I so strong and brazen
As the thoroughly modern woman.
As in all things, I stand apart.

Not quite touching what others feel,
Not quite daring to ask what others seem to already know,
As I never know.
And once again, I am left behind
To make for myself
A life I do not know
In a world that is still more foreign than familiar
What would you have me do?

I cannot move mountains,
Nor do I possess the slightest inclination to try;
I cannot redirect my fate,
For it is that which I do not understand.
I cannot influence the future of our planet,
The extinction of all things,
The birth of a new world.

And yet, all this you would have of me,
Demand of me,
Though it would not end with me.
It extends to you as well,
Though you subtly shift and dodge.
Why should I stand alone in this?
You have your reasons here.

A Poem: Untitled #5

neomiko — Thu, 04 Oct 2012 22:07:50 -0700

To speak with more than words
An eloquence unmatched
A merging of the intangible
Defying explanation
Demanding

Intense emotion
Concentrated pinpricks of passion
Desire
Something stronger
Than one alone

A union born of fate
A destiny unsought
Unknown
A necessary, inexplicable thing
Illogical and understandable

Louder than words
A voiceless cry
Compelling
More than a universe
The experience

Because I wasn’t feeling like figuring out the coding to...

neomiko — Mon, 24 Sep 2012 18:38:11 -0700

Because I wasn’t feeling like figuring out the coding to make it do what I want.

Let me know if you have a problem reading it?