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Night comes once again and her lashes only flutter. Her eyes do not close. She is as predictable as the cycle of the moon. Oh, come sacred Sleep! Steal through her window and bless her with a nepenthean kiss. Let her dream serenely till her mind is quiet and her limbs are loosened and let her not wake for days. However, inspiration sinks its' claws in her and she awakens before she can drop her guard and surrender. The pen she clutches looks more like an extension of her gaunt hands that have no time to waste when seizing notebooks off the nightstand. Pens can never keep up with the quickness of her thoughts. When writing all day and all night she sometimes weeps about the suffering in her fingers. Arthritis might be in her future, or possibly in her present, but neither risk nor agony will stay her hand. She won’t stop, she can’t stop, albeit there is no malady crueler to threaten her with than Words and she is already acutely afflicted. They are fi
OrigamiYou made me paper cranes,
gave me birds that couldn't fly.
I tried to teach you origami,
but your hands were clumsy
and you preferred to cut than fold.
You stapled together pieces
with glaring metal stitches;
it wasn't art, but surgery
on something we both knew was dead.
in bleeding ink
scratched in the corners,
the words "hate" and "love,"
they always read the same to me
(however it was written.)
I tried to teach you how to fold a heart
to place your love inside.
"I love you" (deep) inside...
But your hands were clumsy,
and they crumpled each attempt.
So you made me birds to set me free,
but they couldnt fly.
They relied upon your love,
and like origami,
it was a sense, a skill,
an art you never learned - -
but not for lack of trying.
That flock I never dared to count,
oh, you would have made me more,
(one for every day we were together)
but I was running out of sky.
They were ugly and unlucky,
misshapen, crooked, broken,
Living in Metaphors You told me once the rain on the rooftop disturbed your slumber, not from the storm, but from the rhythm in the chaos. The thunder was discordant among the count you tried keeping.
At night you’d wake breathless, not from nightmares, but from crushing claustrophobia, even when you were alone. You said the darkness felt so heavy, that it sat on your chest and tried to eat you alive. Mouth to mouth I’d bring you back, entwined, you’d share your dark and I would share a spark of life. And long did you lament the earth’s rotation for not allowing light to reside always on your part of the world.
Sometimes you were a child, but I wanted you, dear man, for all your faults, for all of mine.
You confessed that the stars made you lonely because they were so many, and even when I was with you we were so few. You sighed, “we are small and insignificant and when the stars twinkle coldly they are laughing at us...”
It was painful to
SylphThrough dogwood trees in the twilight walking,
With firefly lanterns above, golden, floating.
Clad in beatitude and wisps of white,
Her cloud of flaxen hair shimmering bright.
She moves like the water, she moves like the air,
You swear you see her, and no one is there.
Like a sirens song she is entrancing,
Though her amber eyes are sadly shining.
Wearing jasmine perfume as she drifts by
With wildflowers in her arms, dead and dry.
Are they meant for a grave in faerie land,
Or a lost love who was promised her hand?
Beneath blushing blossoms of dogwood trees,
Through the aisles of trunks under canopies,
Before dawn she melts into the shadows
To a mystery where no man follows.
She is known as the spirit of crossed stars
And the beautiful earthbound evening star.
The firefly faerie, sweet vision of good,
Light in the night, the sylph of the dogwood.
InsecurityWrapped up in layers
Of expected behaviors
And veils of normalcy,
And masks of secrecy.
No one else can know
Of the inner life lived deep below.
Seen and tested,
Copied and pasted
Idols in a notebook,
It's a patchwork look
Of paragons in a picture
To imperfect human nature,
With smiles, pride, and bold points of view,
Layer by layer keep the world from seeing through.
Buried deep within the walls,
Afraid and feeling small,
Fearing they can see
This crippling insecurity.
I worry, worry, worry,
For all my walls I'm judge and jury
And I drop the ax each day,
For flaws I cannot hide away.
Until I can blend in,
And achieve perfection,
I build my walls thicker,
Taller and quicker;
In pictures of paragons
I wrap layer by layer for protection.
peripheryin the periphery,
a gray woolen memory,
Till I am the red,
Apple of your eye.
i have lost your regard - -
SyncopeCells dance away from limbs
that tingle cooly, becoming heavy
as sand pours into numbing skin.
Sway, sway like one slow waltzing with a ghost
whose arms do not hold you steady,
whose feet have forgotten how to lead.
And the black butterflies promenade,
a graceful swarm crowding out the world
Fall well, enchanted by a fainting spell.
Dear ProteusI could never understand
But I was safer on the strand.
There watching you my eyes could trace
And not drown near a stranger’s face.
I thought to catch you times before:
You caught me first; you caught me more.
Your secrets never would you tell
That lay beneath your heart’s hard shell.
But let it not be said of me
That when held I do not try to flee.
I don’t know why, it is not right,
It feels like fight or love or flight.
Perhaps that’s why I’m drawn to you -
A smile, a story to see through.
I must catch you; you are the key
To a mystery that gnaws at me.
Then I will know if I wish to be caught,
And which version of you I ever loved, or not.
Now I am caught between shore and your typhoon
And you are moved by the strength of my waning moon.
AvianYou used to tell her she had bird bones -
it was only a joke,
but you would hold her tightly
so she could not fly away.
Now you carry starlings in your pockets
to feel their little hearts
fluttering much like hers did
when you lay your head upon her chest,
heart beating the way yours did,
before she flew away with it
as you always knew she would.
Tonight you are haunted
by a swan with a broken neck.
It is a dream,
just a nightmare,
but you know that it is her...
She has returned to you
decked out in feathers,
choking on a heart,
and you're frightened as hell
at how god damn beautiful
she is in broken symmetry,
but you find relief in your fistfuls of feathers.
Suicidal LullabyDon't cry now baby,
you're almost dead.
The tears are flowing
from what they've said.
Rivulets of red
from wrists you've slit.
You had tried so hard,
but couldn't quit.
You're all alone now;
your friends have gone.
Your heartbeat's slowing;
you won't see dawn.
Your life fades away
with ev'ry breath.
You are too far gone
to escape death.
Wipe away your tears,
and be at peace.
You're so close to
Dreaming Of Blood
Dreaming Of Blood
I lay solemnly asleep-
Crimson droplets rain down
The heavens are weeping for me-
Releasing all the tears that I won't
I'm cradled by the secrets from within
And the promises of hope that I'm afraid to sing
Along with those memories that bring me to the very brink
My closed eyes peer up at the sun-stained sky
Painting a portrait of a desired life
Yearning to feel what it's like to live without strife
As my unconscious hand reaches for a trustworthy knife
I open myself up for the first time
And experience my body shiver and cry
A RED RELEASE! / A LIQUID SCREAM!
A CHAIN UNLEASHED! / A NIGHTMARE FREED!
Casting away the years of past consequences
I hit rock-bottom many times before- so I'll do anything to become painless
I temporarily let go and stop another era of darkness
And I can feel once again from acting so careless
I consider it harmless if I survive my own carna
Light and DarkMy heart was cold
My life was worthless
Or so I was told
But I lived on nonetheless
I was like a fading drawing
My life was fading from existence
People began forgetting me
I had no significance
Everyone just let me be
Because no one could see me
They made me cold
A heartless bitch
Or so I was told
No one could make me flinch
Then I met your warmth
You were bright
Everyone worshipped you
A shining light
Everyone said you had value
You meant something to them
People remembered your name
Everyone showed you adoration
You were the one without shame
People showed you admiration
You were the perfect one
They made you the hero
You were the golden boy
But you felt sorrow
You saw a tiny glow
You broke their rules
I was a dying candle
You were a burning flame
You created a scandal
Yet you continued to nursed my pain
I felt my life grow
I was no longer in the shadows
My light grew strong
You led me away from the gallows
I began to belong
I belonged to you my prince
Our love was true
Fly Me To The Moon
Fly me to the moon and I'll sing a lullabye,
we'll make our dreams come true, we'll soar high 'bove the sky.
With moondust in our hair and starlight in our eyes,
we'll wish the world away, hear no more plaintive cries.
Sail with me to Eire and we'll sing a bonnie tune,
we'll frolick on the shore, we'll run along the dunes.
No one there will harm us or cause us e're to fear,
we'll only see the good, shed only happy tears.
Run with me to Eden and we'll play amongst the trees,
we'll taste each juicy fruit, suck nectar with the bees.
We'll run with pure abandon and sleep with pleasant dreams,
we'll navigate the landscape, bathe in crystal streams.
Ride with me to Avalon on horseback in the rain,
we'll stop at every town, we'll race with every train.
With no one here to stop us we'll leave this awful place;
let us go in haste, leave this town without a trace.
Fly me to the moon and we'll never have to die,
the universe is ours, we'll sail through endless sky.
With a rainbow as our guide
Best DiseaseWaves crash through the emptiness that fills the air around
Beating rocks upon the shore with silence as their sound
Sunset melts across the sky and paints the clouds with color
Lying there beside you, something wondrous like no other
Suddenly, the blades start slicing through my very skin
Every knife upon your tongue that came from far within
Running through the thickest forest, dirt rests in my cuts
Throwing knives into my flesh, the blade coated in rust
And though you are the one that scarred me, brought me to my pain
I continue dreaming of our kiss inside the rain
Maybe you have broken me, and maybe you’re impure.
But your love is the best disease, and you’re the only cure.
the shy of morning's blood and bonesthe breeze bowed in the darkness of early morning—
yawning on the kiss of early leaves
light of morrow's birds aching for the taste of stars
& it is electric
stretching hands like wings, tired feathered glimmering limbs & all for the touch of sun
the flight of my heart pounding/skipping to the wall of bones— the rush of a lightning storm who lost all its sound
lessness in the dance of creeping ferocity lifts me from the covers of sunrise
& the itch for my coffee is one i can never scratch leaving eyes burnt with hazel-wretched tired and cupless hands
damn i can still feel sunrise…
& it is endless
clinging by the specks of windows to my skin
bending the rhythm of the invidious bark of dogs who went sleepless but never slept le ss
the bright of birds who maybe so, not quiet but mounted by the arms of heavens to wake us from our beds
lonely, perhaps to scream a light to how much the one i have only ever loved is not beside me but the a
Blinded EyesForeign lips, fall upon rosy cheeks
as the still, blistered, hearts are washed
by sorrowed tears,
and words of false Romeos
leave naive Juliets, shadowed, shaped,
longing for a better tomorrow.
Sweet angelic smiles, fall frail to wounded
words spoken in whispers to the delicate ear,
shackled by foolish consequences
and lingering desires,
turned out by the passing time.
Sharpened souls, dull and corrode
by the fading days,
elongated into a sea of contempt,
masked from merciless voices,
a stone sunk state of defeat.
qandisa's daughter (who couldn't do it right)when you leave, my sheets are wet
with sweat and come and cold
in the absence of
your body pressed up against
mine, and the breath
poured out of your grey-green
i'll never quite get over that.
baby, bring me a heart to eat
so i can pretend i've got
at least half
the wit and twice
the damage you deal.
bet, and i'll pretend
daddy never taught me how
to play a proper game of poker
for a reason,
when i said you have to mean something
me, i didn't mean
you'd have to
to get me undressed.
greets me different-
ly and when you're lying
there pants undone mouth half
open two am on a thursday night snuck
in through my window (again) where i
cut the screen open with
red nails & bad intentions
don't be surprised
if i go off the map
for a while,
on the cheek like that
and holding me in your arms
makes me a little less
of a cheap fuck and a little more
of a pin-up
and to have you go and do so
Owl and CrowYour fingertips stuck to my forehead, and popped off when you pulled them back. We were both wearing black that day, mourning our own deaths. (Those little deaths that happen again and again.) Kisses planted grow rainbow flowers at twilight. We were waiting for twilight, that day. I pushed your fingers back into place on your hands, kissing the tips of each one. You cat-purred, I bird-screamed. Twilight rolled in like a fog, smooth and beautiful, the way it does sometimes in autumn. We didn't need anything more.
False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.
Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...
yet, they always do.
We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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