Within her and the quickening of red,
Frantically looking about the landscape.
Against the nearest wall, she beats her head.
What is she searching for? Is it escape?
She doesn’t know, with her memory grown,
So dark and into the mist, and faded,
She wonders if her sanity has flown.
To what cold cage was her freedom traded?
She is running again, always running.
Wanting to look back, but not knowing why.
Onward and running, trusting her cunning,
Never being able to stop, she cries.
So frantic and running and cold and cracked,
Running and running, no time to look back.
Month: August 2015
Words Sewn Together
I ache,
from carrying the
burden
of your collected
pain.
Pain that you
gather as you fall down
in the door ways
of home after home.
I could
decorate willow
trees,
with trinkets of
sorrow, all
yours, for miles.
Sadness in every colour.
But I sew it all together,
instead, and remind you of the
order. Because lies need
to be remembered, and one day,
when I have woven your words into
all of the doorways, and all of the homes,
and all of the trinkets and all of the sorrows become
so heavy,
that even I
can no longer
carry, or
remember
the order;
then –
I will walk away, and I will have
made sure that you are bound to it all,
and you will no longer be able freely follow me.
Shock.
I felt my pupils dilate,
as the sound of the taser
snapped and clapped against her flesh.
I clenched my jaw,
to hide the joy that surged
like crack cocaine through my skin.
The hit was shortlived
and she laughed and put her
hand out for the hundred I had promised.
Broken Bird
She was the angel of slow death.
Each kiss a reminder of how
close I was
to the last.
Her heart was so big,
and so full,
and so wild;
it could not be just mine.
I would have suffocated the gypsy
spirit in her that fought so hard
to believe
that love was all that
the greeting cards said it was.
That the poet’s were right,
That the words spoken by the powerful
lovers of the world somehow meant that
love alone would conquer all. Bring down mountains
and pause the chaos in an angry universe.
She didn’t understand.
I was a destroyer of worlds. I didn’t want
to share her heart. Her wild, and her inner child,
and the magic of her solar system.
I wanted to cage it.
Protect it.
Hide it.
Not share it.
The black bird with the
broken wing.
She is.
Vulnerable
Velvet slipped
Under your skin, wet
Like a lick from an old lover’s
Now-practiced tongue
Everything bacame
Real suddently,
And yet a dream where I was
Biting your neck and
Letting go of
Everything else
Strawberry Fields
I’ll try not this night to waste my time
on foolish endeavors
To stay somber, to stay sober
and still be OK
And maybe as the stars light the sky
I’ll write for you
while the little boy in the background wears his mascara eyes
and argues with a tree
I’ll fantasize the lyrics are mine
and you are mine
and we have all the time in the world
to make mistakes
to endure heartache after heartache
until I am too foolish to fear my own vulnerability
until the darkness lifts
until the dawn bleeds color into your black and white
and shortens these long sleepless nights
This life can be strawberry fields
under the swirls of your orange and purple sky
I’ll paint your oil stained hands
and perhaps for this moment
I will stop my wandering
and stop my wondering
what it was
you ever saw in me.
Underbelly
His knives slide against each other
Like the clash of great warriors
His smile is fashionably violent
A toothpaste commercial for crocodiles
And then he says
He’d like to see my underbelly.
Turned A Blind Eye
About, she whirls,
And all the world,
Sees a foolish, silly girl.
They don’t see
She’s turned to flee,
From the growing, this black sea.
Running from flame,
Always the same,
They don’t care from whence she came.
Though she does choke,
They can’t see the smoke,
Saying it’s naught but a childish joke.
She falls to her knees,
With them she pleas,
It’s right there, but they choose not to see.
They pass her by,
They turn a blind eye,
Dismiss her with something as simple as a sigh.
Around she twirls,
And the whole world,
Sees nothing more than a foolish girl.
Censored
When his words deserve to die,
He must go back and try
To find the answer to why.
Nothing different he stayed the same,
Changed no words, gave no name.
But the wrong person heard to his shame.
Paying because another is too weak.
Punished for another who wont turn their cheek.
Because another sees everything as bleak.
We All Dream Of Heaven
We all dream of heaven,
Though we all cannot go.
Of the week, each seven,
Remind us, the dreams below.
Eerily reminiscent images on a wall,
Shows us the dreams that surface,
And tells us how far we fall,
With greed, unable to save face.
The same beneath a mask of death
We’re not very different,
Down to our last breath.
And there the image on the wall
She looks the same as you to me.
We are the same in death we fall,
We are the same in dreams we see.
We all dream of heaven,
And dream of it we must.
It’s the hope that keeps us goin
Before fading into dust.