Push me down, lead me round, throw me away
I beg you stay
Lead me on, treat me wrong, unfair play
I plead you stay
Hold me close, want me most, hands on my yearning spine
Yet decline to be mine every day….
I dream you stay
Hold me down, let me drown in your eyes; hazel lies
Every breath wonderless, truthfulness still null, yet…
Stay, come what may.
Confusion is bewildering
Who am I? A wanton girl
Playing alone on the rusted swings
Dirt all in her tangled curls
Growth is necessary
Who am I? A woman? No.
A crying child still trapped within
Soaked in tears and paper thin
Identity is transient
Who am I? No one yet
Older than dust with ears still wet
Too old to remember, too empty to forget
Faith is ever waning
Where are you? strange voice in the wind
Tell me where the labyrinth ends
I froze in fear where it begins
I like to think that I
Captivate with my brown eyes
On a throne of butterflies
I often believe that I
Capture prey in silky lies
Pouncing while they fantasize
Of dreamy days and steamy nights
I push my pins in
You don’t let me win
Toxic slowly sinking in
But you counter with a grin
Me and my love are black magic
Your hallowed out heart is satanic
I cannot believe that I
Can’t Magick my way into it
Welcome back to the show! All the world is a stage
With manic depression and clinical rage
Unbridled joy and inexplicable glee
A circus of colors and faces we’ll be!
Shuffling masks between smiles and tears
Holding back aching through copious years
Cynical smiles and ecstatic frowns
Paired with baby doll eyes and an Ice Queen’s crown
It’s been quite awhile since I swung on my ropes
The noose left my neck and I danced on my toes
It was a grim show, but I digress
I distracted myself with my own happiness
But what is a show if no one is amused?
So the rope now strikes the back of my muse!
Though the lions and tigers have long since been tamed
The stringless marionette lives to entertain!
You find your way under my skin when I don’t want to let you in
And you read my thoughts aloud to me like poetry
I told you nothing
And yet you know it all as if you’ve seen it in a crystal ball
You watch me rise and fall like ebbing tides
You see the faltering steps in my stride
Every time I stutter lights the mischief in your eyes
And yet I’m left wondering blind in your mysterious world
Your hand to hold
Is like a sword on its own, but with no hilt to the blade
It keeps me safe, but also afraid of the imminent wounds
On simple flesh that can renew, I know
But the gaping hole in my spirit is not as easy to restore
As the underside of my skin becomes a bore
And you yearn for something else to explore
Birds don’t fly to get away
The land and the ocean hold their prey
They seek out trees when it’s time to pray
They seek warm leaves when the skies are grey
Birds don’t fly because they’re free
Beneath the clouds is where they’re made to be
In a flock of geese or a murder of crows
In endless space they huddle close
They migrate in a widespread V
Through cold and ice, they fight fatigue
And finally when it’s time to rest
They nestle their heads within their breasts
The sky is their curse just as ours is the earth
We gaze onward as they gaze below
Knowing here we’ll spend the rest of our lives
Knowing there is where they were made to survive.
Your eyes cast a merciless spell
Your kiss banishes me to hell
My heart wonders what drum yours beats to
My kiss tastes of bourbon and vermouth
I don’t mind when your skin confronts mine
I don’t expect your heart to be mine
You see lust where I see regret
I haven’t learned how to fight it, yet.
A field of flowers, a plague wrought upon by my insecure thoughts:
Does he love me, or does he not?
I scatter the petals into the wind; they falter, unable to answer my question
A daisy chain is broken with ruthless pain as my fingers commit a massacre
He loves me not, or does he? Why don’t the full blooms answer?
They say a lady should never sleep with a stranger
But his arms felt like freedom to my entangled heart
The blood-thirsty lips of the devil have a taste for foolish girls
And their foolish desires which wholly satiate liars and their sick lusts
Are they any less savage than those of us who lay waste to a field of roses?
Licking the blood the thorns draw from our fingers
The pain of bleeding is far more satisfying than that of a broken heart, constantly wounded and dense in scar tissue
He loves me, he loves me not.
Gone before long, such a shame
A moment into his voyage, he capsized in a watery grave of lily pads.
She sang to him, she lured him in, with crystal petals and a mischievous grin.
Intoxicated by flowers, and inebriated by lust, her voice reverberated within his head,
And whimsically, she braids her hair, and watches his boat break among stones.
Just another fool, yet another fool
And the love of a fool doesn’t last very long,
So he may as well suffer a siren’s song.