Thoughts

Thoughts

Ravyn White

June 5th, 2012

The gorgeous man sat in front of me bantering about nothingness. As I stared into his deep eyes I was completely lost but it didn’t matter because his words meant nothing. These words were carefully articulated and his expressions seemed to match his words but the content was incompressible. Was it him or myself? Were these words actually words, or some sort of foreign language? Was I the problem? Were the wires in my brain in the wrong section, or was this all just a dream? 

The Bus Ride Home (78 Words)

The Bus Ride Home (78 Words)

Ravyn White

May 24th, 2012

I got on the bus, a bus to anywhere. Where was I going I don’t know wherever this bus would take me I’d go. Just away, gone. Out of this world, out of this nightmare, out of this hell. To a place where I’m happy again place where I am whole. A place where my family is; a place where he is. My love, my angel, my Graham. That’s where I’m destined, that’s where I’m headed, my home.

Linda

Linda

Ravyn White

03/26/12

Grandmother with her flowy silver locks

as free in nature as she was

riding smoothly on her beloved motorcycle

my sweet soft spoken grandmother

all suited up jacket, helmet, hard core bike

off on a long journey

on a long black road

destiny awaited her

unexpectantly crashed

hospital bed

laid my sweet grandmother

eyes shut, motionless

no tears, no fears

just still and quiet

waiting

and

then

gone