random poetry: october 8-12, 1999
By Erin D. Conroy

My heart jumps and pumps red blood through these torn veins, through these insect-holes I am reborn, as new being, a free mind, leaving the dream behind, to become liquified electrical nourishment for the machines.	It's cold and quiet here white boredom tumbles out of my brain, rolling on the floor as fast as lightning looking for a place, a beacon of light, in the darkness that it can call home.	I am the light that spins fast with the trees, turning tornado wind me.	clouds move in a form syncronization as the storm drifts in the sky.
She's a modern day Einstein, able to twist and manipulate numbers, formulas, chemistry; but cannot find the words to express what's in her heart.	Birds fly in soft clouds, perching on branches, resting for the next long journey.	Silence asks me why there's no one here to listen to its insane cries.	The light shatters then scatters all around this dreary place where cold air dances within its walls, icles form all around, and we can hear the jingle jingle of dogs tags as our master dogs run wild and free while we are leashed and caged like animals
free your mind, leave it all behind, the world you once knew, no longer exists for you. Come with me and see what Earth will be you will soar in flight then with me you'll fight you'll show everyone who you are step into the light and see your scars.	Scars a fresh body a newly born person ready to save us from the machines, stop bullets and fly in the sky .	my mangled memories pluck the strings of my consciousness they sing me to sleep at night, when the moon is full and the clouds entangle us in the sky; they seep through our gaping holes as we lose consciousness and become little stars in the night sky glowing dimmer & dimmer with each passing night.	Dim light attacks me in this frozen tomb where I will lay forever. Frozen silence pulls me near, closer to the edge of the fire-gates of hell. I stumble through them, the fire burns my skin; I kneel on my grave. No one can harm me. my soul cries forever as I am born anew.
I'm going to explode With Sterile sadness I'm going to surrender to the paper thoughts that twist and contort my brain so much that it is unrecognizable. Sorrow paints tears on me, with purple melancholy light. My heart beats mechanically, waiting for death's hand to pull me closer closer, closer to its nonexistance .	today's a cold october day I do typing, I write, I dream I think of my true love staring at the screen thinking of me too It rains little droplets in my mind, flowers of inspiration grow I'm happy for the first time in years I tell the UPS guy. He says it's all I need.	October is cold waiting for winter to come we freeze together	future is coming millenium bells ring Y2K is here
you say you love me cuddling close we kiss and talk about "our" life	the sun is shining down on me I am happier with you	snowflake mysterious playful dropping to the ground wet with water droplets bring me individuality	copyright 1999 by Erin D. Conroy. All rights reserved.