Peacock

He meanders upon the stage without a care of the audience,

who await the performance of promised perfection,

and he stands in the center, with a timid twist of his head.

He humbly bows, before the show begins, and flashes a bright array of colors,

purples, blues, yellows and greens, blending naturally with the sky,

beautiful and magnificent like no other spectacle in the known world.

His eyes piercing the hearts of his admirers, confused and enticed,
and he begins his routine traipse across the floor.

He entrances them with his rhythmic gait, forwards and backwards,

encircling the onlookers with a swift flutter of his feathers.
Although no smile is dressed upon his visage, each step pounds
a melodic wisp of optimistic allure, enchanting and capturing,
whispering a sound sweeter than a rose petal's kiss
caressing the heart of every spectator, and silence fills the air.
He commands the landscape, without intention,
and the world waits, patiently, for his eyes to see colors.

Morning

Morning strikes; she is a viper
digging her fangs deep into my veins
and poisoning my breath and paralyzing me.
I pray silently for her release,
As the toxins fill my body and drool escapes my lips.
Subdued, with no strength to shake her,
She strikes continually as I bleed
on my bed, clutching my wound
for no other reason than the consoling contact.
She does not care, she digs deeper
as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
The heat boils my blood, a warm sensation,
both welcoming and nauseating.  I am dizzy
in pain, she pulls me to my feet, latched on
and becoming absorbed into my skin.

Morning clasps; she is a viper
unaware of time, unlike me
worried as each minute, tick-tock, slowly passes,
She swims through the lava pumping through my heart.
A loud buzz rings and my mind pounds,
the familiar pain that is no more welcoming than yesterday.
She slithers slower each second, tick-tock,
numbing every organ she entangles,
my breath shortening with tighter lungs,
and intestines growing with discontent and bile.
She weakens but never unhinges her jaw
from the power she possesses, majestic queen,
coiled on her throne of pinks and yellows,
rising her head to infuse her bitter saliva
and sheds to abandon her carcass in my rotting flesh.

Morning rests; she is a viper
finished poisoning her victim and patient,
allowing the plan to consummate with time.
Her grin, larger than the Cheshire cat, is met
with mine, opposing her happiness with illness.
I cannot sit, my jitters have awoken me
and my eyes prop open from her dry skinned touch
frightening my senses into alertness.
She is calm, atop her kingdom that once was mine
and the cushioned mattress beneath me no longer.
I quiver, frantically searching for strength in darkness
that hides in the corner of the closet but she follows,
she is one with me, she is the light that brings death,
a viper poisoning the vitality that is itching
to drip on the carpeted floor.

He kisses me; he is the antidote
for the fiery anguish inflicted by the serpent.
He settles my senses so I can walk, and yet I stay in his arms,
with his kiss to evaporate the venom within my veins
and smile to revitalize my heart with beats once more.
He, the royal king, sits beside her on her throne,
as I am in awe of his strength, his beauty,
his splendor, his courage. His touch soothes
the scorched skin of my arms and face,
and covers me with a blanket of protection.
He rushes through me, the hero of my dreams,
rebuilding my weakness and destruction
without reason beyond the kindness of his heart
and the morning, viper of death,
she never can reach me with my antidote

New Year's Resolution

He put on his sweatpants, slovenly, without much forethought as to whom he may stumble into outside of his dreary cavern.  Although he did not drink the night before, since he was arbitrarily turning over a new leaf with the rest of the world, he walked with a drunken gait or a child's first steps on the sidewalk with intent of going to the store.  Murmurs to himself echo through the empty street as the rest of the town were still in disbelief that a new year has come and gone without so much as a blink of their eyes.  

"Hey there!" a shout from a few meters forward rings.  Still fuzzy with night vision, he ignores the shouts thinking they are not for him.  "I said, 'hey!'" the voice more perturbed than earlier speaks.  "Don't you remember me?  From high school?  It's Leah Vice."  She is nonplus from the lack of response.  "Alex... that's you right Alex?"

He looks at her with a spurious smile and nods, without anything more than the previous murmurs to himself.  She continues the one-sided conversation, "How have you been?"  He struggles to find audible words and instead shrugs halfheartedly back to her.  "Well, I have been great!  I have been on a new diet and lost twenty pounds, started a new career as a radio host and am starting to finally realize how happy I can be.  Oh, and I just got engaged."  The words just filter through his skull without much retention, like water through a colander.  He barely gives another nod, although it seems as if he is nodding off and instead is about to go to sleep.  "Well, you look ... um ... it was ... nice .... seeing you!"

Her stuttering was unnoticed by Alex, at this point disappointed that his life has never turned out to be the way that he dreamed it years ago in grammar school.  Every year was the same masquerade of dreams and hopes that by March would be demolished and burnt on the ground of his dungeon.  He sighed, heavily.  About five minutes pass as he arrives at the local convenience store.  He grabs his essentials, pays the clerk and walks back out into the blinding luminescence.  He shrugs once more passing a puddle and looking into his unshaven, scruffy face.  The short walk ends as he throws the bag of recently purchased items onto the table and walks into his cavern.   He sits, slouching slightly, and begins to type a story.  He types in... "New Year's Resolution"