Though the lingering gaze of a stranger would ignite a spark in my eyes
I tend to cast them to the ground in passing anyways.
Tag: poem
Stay
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.
Stay.
Red
Your face
My lace
The sheets at my place
Begonias
Powdered Rouge
The bottoms of my shoes
The heat in my veins
The soul of our flames
Your letters, unsigned
Our secret defined
Who Am I
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
Black Magic doesn’t Work on the Devil
I like to think that I
Captivate with my brown eyes
Wordlessly hypnotize
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!
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!
End of Song
Tell me to stay
Push me away
Tell me you care
Never be there
Hold me close
Shun me the most
Time after time
Like a song out of rhymes
Repeat the same verse
A dozen times
Time after time
Like a song out of rhymes
Repeat the chorus
Wear out the lines
Want me in the dark
Leave me in the light
Unshackle my heart
Unburden my nights
Come closer
And feel from miles away
We’ve gone on too long
Put an end to this song
Why do birds fly?
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.
Bourbon and Vermouth
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.
Flower Massacre
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.
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