RiFlight

I lie in bed at night and listen to it.   The words can mean so much.   The rhythm's maker must know me, because I hear what I feel in my heart. My un-articulated hopes and joys, fears and triggers, named and explained and all I have to do is feel the music. I used to close my eyes and take a journey inside the sound, traveling places my mind created – my own sonic refuge. Following the emotions in each tune, my breast has swelled as that of a hero.   I have cried like a fool.   Have you?

Samuel turned left and disappeared in the darkness between two buildings.  A single streetlight lit the alley from one end, its silver light painted the rough texture of the bricks with grey.  It appeared as flakes of dust frozen in the black of night.   Trash containers and wet newspapers littered the alley and Samuel staggered and shuffled through them.  He came to an intersection where another alley crossed perpendicularly with the first.  The buildings here were misaligned and were staggered slightly.   Samuel crossed the intersection diagonally and continued straight, glancing

When the blue moonlight falls upon us, I see you smiling there beside me.   So much beauty, so much life.   I hold you in my arms and pull our bodies tight until "touching" no longer describes us.   We are one.   Our mouth's so close we swap breaths, I feel your breasts against my chest.   "This moment should last forever," I say.   "But nothing can stay," you whisper.   You're right, I know, but I hate it so – the thought of letting you go.   The morning is cruel.   Constantly sneaking, my favorite moment, its for the taking.   Dawn breaks like my heart as I watch you dress.   You tease your hair and put on yo

You can have all the things you want, but you'll still be lonely.   I know so because my things don't keep good company.   The dresser doesn't speak and the mirror only mimics me.   The closet's just as full of junk and old memories as I am.   And when the blinds are down, the hallway's as dark as my heart.   This house is full of furniture, trinkets, and fabric, but none of it means a thing.   None of it can carry a conversation or give affection to me.   Every thing I own is just as alone as I am.   I suppose one day, when I'm by mysel

"We're coming in!  Watch out, this zone's hot!" Slug shouted over the intercom as he piloted the Endeavour down into the desert.  Brass, as his friends called him, put his hand over the shift lever, and gave it a wiggle.  It was in neutral.  He turned the key in the ignition and the "crawler" hummed to life, its voice deep and powerful.  The Endeavour's walls vibrated in tune with the engine.  Occasionally, the clink of bullet were heard from the outside.  Brass glanced around at his comrades as they geared up for war. The Endeavour shuddered.  A flak round had exploded nearby and its shrapne

Our relationship was always one-way.   When beckoned, you came and told me you loved me.   I was always the one who was angry at life because I wasn't something more than myself and you passionately spoke to the demons in my heart until at last they slept.   You gave me much more love than I ever tried to return and for that I apologize, though you never cared that I was thankless and ungrateful.   For all the times we spent, mulling over philosophies and ironing out my sophistry, the unconditionality of your presence is something I always sought, but never found in others

The late afternoon sun beat down against the pavement.  Heat waves curled up from the asphalt, making mirrors in the distance.  A single car coasted down the hill.  There was no one in it but the driver. She stood by the side of road, waiting for him.  She had picked out a pleasant spot where she could see if there were any other cars coming.  Seeing none, she focused her attention on the driver, raised her arms, and pointed the barrel at the oncoming car. The driver was near the bottom of the hill now and was moving fast.  She steadied her aim and shot once.  The driver

Superstar shine your light on me Then I could be like you. Hey, Lover boy, tell me how you work so I won't be wasting my time. I've mastered the art of being all thumbs when I just want to impress her, but she doesn't know me, I'm sad to say and it hurts more everyday. So, cowboy, lend me your rope so I can lasso her heart. Sargent, how 'bout a uniform So I can catch her eye. The more I try, the more I fail and more and more my hope crashes to the ground Because she never even sees me, I hate to say and this lonesome, loving feeling never goes away. Only she can turn my frown into a smile, make my wait worth the while.

This is what you feel like on a bad day This is where you'll be if you turn the wrong way Hell This is what you see when you learn This is how you feel when your stomach turns Light This is what you don't have This is what you want more of Life This is what you can't buy it with This is what you leave after death Money