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.

Siren Song

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.

My Name

I don’t need you to call my name to summon me from the depths of hell

In blue-black flames I listlessly dwell, wide awake just for the sake of staying warm.

Remember, December is never far away, and yet it’s been ages since I’ve seen the languid drift of snow

It melted away with all I used to know of your voice, your escape, your sordid show.

I don’t need you to call my name to douse the flames of hell

I’ve come to know them very well, more than your deceitful, demonic spell.

The dark place where you dragged my soul is only a curse if I make it so

I’ve come to peace with death and darkness, with hate and pain and years alone.

Instead, I watch in the glimmering lights as my shadow pirouettes across the floor

Light as a feather, dead as the earth, joyous as the sun, lovely as the moon

Glowing with the fierceness of the sun at noon, I delight in that I won’t hear your voice call

My heart became a rainbow after an endless tear fall

My name is not for your lips; it is for my final and joyous withdrawal.

I Believe

More than any other color, I believe in blue

The widest outstretched arms I’ve ever seen above and below the moon

In bright pastel or tempest grey, she always builds a day anew

With hope of sun or fear of pouring rain, my prayers may still come true

If I were to pick a religion, I believe it would be you

You, the watcher who hides away and watches from a brighter view

The invisible smile of a stranger that I picture in my dreams

I ponder on how you’ll never know how much your unseen smile means to me

More than any time, I believe in midnight

The one second on the clock that an erroneous day is blown away

A flitter of hope in a shivering heart beat leaps awake

Ready to make right this fresh new day

Yes, I believe in this the way I believe in virgin snow

That quietly covers our footsteps and holds our secret close

She wistfully shifts around our frozen trails

And slows the time just enough for us to observe the small details

I suppose it’s hard to not believe in God;

Who else can I find to blame the hardships of life on?

Or where do my prayers go after they fall as weary tears?

What idol can I rely on to placate all of my fears?

But no one can reply to all of the questions, all of the demands

They fall back into the frail fingers of my tired hands

So I believe in magic, the magic that makes up time

Who meticulously grooms the sea and the sky

Patiently healing wounds and removing the iron ball and chain

So the hope in my heart can finally fly.

Malingering

I tip toe over broken glass with the same meticulous pace that I distance myself from a broken heart.

One and one don’t always align, and I fear the sound of shattering from a pair mismatched. Like magnets, only the opposite sides attract, but when pulled apart, a bit of myself leaves with you each time.

Under planetary bodies, rising sun and waning moon are no match for the tides that move me pensively in your direction. Were you any more poisonous, I surely still would long for just the slightest taste and suffer the lasting bitterness.

The home of your arms is lined with brambles so shallow they only pierce my skin. Alas, my buoyant heart rests at my surface to bask in the heat in your eyes – vulnerable for those thorns to pierce.

With closed eyes I meander around sharp debris, heart still aching, hoping that things will change. The scars haven’t faded, the pieces of me have not regenerated, and though in my latent pace I hope you return to me, I know that I’m shamefully malingering.

Just a Bunch of Words or Phrases in no Particular Order.

Precious silver succumbs to rust and crumbles to dust

In the palm of my hand, I remember what it used to be and I miss your touch

Life stages change over incremental ages

The awkward sprouting of a tree on the face of a mountainside

Lost and humbled, my strong fa├žade has crumbled

I never knew that I needed you this much

Excuses and silly reasons, lies and treason

Back and forth within our own minds all of the time

I speak for myself, and for everyone else

Who has ever had drunken words occupy a sober mind

Can you empathize? Sympathize?

Anything to seem more kind?

I think of you, I dream of you

I hate you and I miss you at the same time

I wonder who really holds my heart?

The thought of being loved, I know

But the moment you embody hope

You become the one I need to hold

Nicotine and liquor make long nights go by quicker

And my patience that had run so thin can run a tad bit thicker

My weakness is my weakness for glimmering eyes and seductive smiles

And for a glimpse at a lustful gaze, I’d travel for many miles

But I won’t malinger on my pen, I’ve exhausted malformed sentences

I had no reason to write this, but I suppose if I was sober

I’d say the same thing in less words –

And also, in less honesty.

 

My Best Dress

Is jet black, velvet and to the floor

Your eyes ache for a little more

My silhouette saves you from a bore

My neck and hem decorated with lace

For one like you who loves a chase

But your eyes are drawn right to my face

My eyes, my smirk, my mocking

Only exacerbate your craze

It was no mistake.

 

 

Lovesick Night

Like a star with its flashing white light, I hope to catch your eyes tonight

The euphoric feel and neurotic pulses will enable the both of us to take flight

Like a star in the deepest satin sky, I hope to draw your sight

I long to be that special star, the only one you see at night

Like a drop of water in the rolling ocean, there are billions of me surrounding you

Like a grain of sand on an ivory coast, there’s not one grain that you love the most

Like a beautiful swan on a still warm lake, I need your admiring gaze as mine to take

Like a porcelain dish from an antique store, cherish me and never break me; simply covet and adore

Like a thorn in a blooming rose bush, I draw blood at the slightest touch

Lend me your curious fingers, and find the soft spots that make me blush

Like a spark on a fading ember, I need to live in your memory

Like a shooting star in a milky dusk, I want to be the one to whom your secrets you entrust

The only one, the special one, I want it to have much more than lust

Like a flower in a field of weeds, I hope for you to save me

From the roots that drag me down and anchor me – I know in your embrace I’m free

I hope to be the flower than you pick and take home, and plant in only the richest of loam

I want to be the chosen, the loveliest blossom that you hold.

Like a star in the midnight sky, there’s a million of me that will catch your eye

I hope you wish on the one that’s right;

Then I’ll believe in love tonight.