Alone.Scarletand goldsilk snakesaround limb and in the eyetwo thousand truthspalm to palmthe mind becomestoo muchentwined withthe mingled scentof incenseand vaporsand when Iopen my eyesI realizeyou weresomething dreamedand the hall echoes:alone.
Vanishing.The words slip away, vanishing--fading--eaten up by time, by pain, by the thousand things I cannot say. Not that anyone would really care to hear them. I’ve cut the cords of my own throat, cut the song out of my voice. I’ve become so hard people don’t see me.I want to run away to a field where I can grow a hundreds of flowers, away from mirrors or people, away from everything that reminds me how I’m just not good enough. I want to be soft again. Sweet, like I use to be before all this pain came sweeping in. But being sweet gets you hurt, gets you shattered. I am so tired of the way people are to me. So tired of pain, especially from those who’ve know what I’ve been through and what I am dealing with.I use to be beautiful.I use to matter.I use to be... something.Now I am transparent.Fading.You are cruel to me and I haven’t done anything to you. Why can’t you just let me hurt? Why can’t you be kind? Why do you have to hurt me a
CafuneI take strands of sunlight from the dirty windowI spin golden heat between white fingertipsevery morningit’s the only warmth I’ve come to knowevery weaveeach hook and loopis woven to rememberthe weight of your handson my naked skin.
For YouCome rain, do come shineOne day, you shall be mineAnd the hurt and tearsShall turn to smiles and cheersLet me be your strengthLet me be your shoulderTo keep your pain away, at an arms lengthAs we grow olderMy heart, for you, my loveGive me yoursSafe keeping's my middle name, little doveIt's no choreI shall keep it hidden and locked awayInside meJust promise you won't take it back somedayMy Love to be...
Three in Five MinutesDream one was a bright white flashand sounds of things breakingI opened my eyes and saw it all.Now I think that it was me.Dream two was my child yelling"Where are you? Where are you?"I opened my ears and heard it all.Now I think that it was me.Dream three was a sudden knocking on the door in deepest dark.I opened the door and saw nothing.Now I think that it was me.
Time, Not Time EnoughFallen leaves fly in the wind's icy sigh,Feathered limbs shiver, dancing leaves quiver,A muted mirror eye will softly cry,Ripples deliver life to the river.But look, the morn, in silver mantle clad.Gone is the safety and calmness I had.The clock's hands choke me, a coward appears.I forgot, courage is in spite of fear.So my molten eyes learned well to kill,My burning heart learns easier still.With the winter winds, I waste away.Those winds whisper 'as it is, it will stay'.If this is sin, a seed of avarice sown,Then mark me among the devil's own.
LandslideYearning for birds –the reminder of anchors ineach half-moon cresentso lovingly carved into my soles.And you play hopscotch in my veins -the ones forbidden now to bleed -until I am beaten blue and flatbut there are sparrows in my brainamong cerebral cortex clouds,and that should be enough...only it isn’t.
Morning WhisperOne morning I opened my eyes,woke up buried under a mountain of lies.Unable to move as the tears started rolling,I crouched and whispered to myself:Good morning."Same evening I closed my eyes,as I went sleeping I was buried alive.
InsanityFrom the suffering I comeBleeding through the eyes,The hope is now goneDrowned in your cries.A sudden scream, the agonys so loud,You drop to your knees,Pray to God to help you out,But once again, He has let you down.Not able to move,Not able to speak,Life is so cruel,And always was, it seems.Youve lost your will,Youre getting weak,Your body has collapsedAnd so have your dreams.Your mind gives up,But you still want to fight,Strength seeps out through your wristsSo you just fall down.Then comes the peace,So desired and calm.Your head is now emptyAnd so is your heart.Theres no more pain,No memories, nor hopes.Just me,Sweet and bright,Settling down in your mind.Hello dear,Its me,Your new IINSANITY
SafeA beautiful girl cries in the nightShe's sick and tired of hearing her parents fightThey hit her and tell her it's all her faultShe wipes away her tears and tastes the familiar saltShe packs her things and sends a textThe text says "help me, I can't take it" so the boy knows whats nextHe takes her to his house, where she sits and criesHe hugs her tight and she says "I wish I could die"She starts to shake, so he holds her tightHe kisses her forehead and tells her it'll be alrightShe tells him what happened, and he wipes away her tearsHe soothes her and tells her there's nothing to fear"We'll find a place where you're safe and soundWe'll move somewhere nice, away from this town"The girl smiles and falls asleepSafe in his arms, she no longer weepsHe whispers to her "I love you so much"She snuggles up to him and their feet gently touchThe boy can finally sleep peacefullyKnowing his girl is safe and can live worry-free.
MorphHe pinned the butterflyto the card,the dry rotof blue wingsso profoundand loudin the warm room.Under glassit seemed a stranger,not the imagounfolding in the jarthat dreamedof the wet season,but a legless pupacommonand forgettable.
My StoryThat little girl lay her head down that night to go to sleepShe was tied down to her bed, instructed not to make a peepStill sore from her beating earlier that dayShe silently cried and wished there would be a waySomeone would find out, get her out of this messIf given the chance, she would've immediately said yesNobody would've suspected there were problems at homeYet nobody noticed she always was alone.She heard the stairs creak, she knew what was nextWhy they even did it made her completely perplexedLaying there sweating in the stifling heatShe knew it was time yet again to be beatThe windows were closed, nobody would hearThe result from her mom after having some beerShe tried not to scream, but the pain was too greatWhy was she the victim of so much hate?By the age of six, she was already dead insideHaving only her stuffed cat for her to confide.She didn't know, she would never tellShe just hoped someone would hear her yellHer teacher always used to ask if she w
Lonely CriesDon't look at meWhen I fall apartI don't want youTo hear my criesI will always push awayThe ones who say they careIt's just sorrow and shameThey care only about themselvesIt's just their moralityThat makes them pretendThey never look in my eyesToo afraid of what they might seeOf the empty stareThat won't go awayScared of the darknessOf the soulless faceAnd the hint of a murderThat is always there
I no longer rule the worldSeems I no longer rule the world,grains of life slipping throughthe end of the time approaching power, unable to suppress it.When the world needed a rulerthey turned to me and shouted 'him!'but there was no surcease of warsand the famine stayed in place.And during disease and deaththe people turned and said'he was meant to cure us!'though king I never was true.They strung me upand gathered the tollsdragged me through the nationwith screams of blood on their lips.Though I beggedmy crimes bared too much sinfor when it came to societyI didn't save the world.The floor caved in,the rope grew taught,my struggles heard aroundtill the silence reigned down.But then the pointedand screamed 'he will lead'at the man who took my lifeand I was left on the gallows alone.For I no longer rule the worldand the dirt eats up my soulthe grains of time and agemake for one grievous grave.
How to Write the Perfect Poem.How to Write the Perfect Poem.Through her misty tearsShe wrote about writingShe back spacedHer smile became a frownFor she could not expressHow simple it wasTo get lost inExplainingHow a simple poemMade her cryThe expressionThe heartacheThe lossThe terrorHow could you explain thatHow could you sayWhat it was like toCry, as you expressedWhat you were trying to sayTrying to tell herThat little girlThat is meHow to love.
Senryu of Spring Courting1my fruit slickens2hairless river unwinding3daytime— moon flirtation4gifted— the gossip5sap— spent blossoms6indebted— in love
DisappearDisappear from the heart and memoryDisappear, release me from YouDisappear, despite old desiresLet me forget about heavenDisappear, despite I need YouDisappear- intelectual and emotional conflictDisappear, despite I kiss You in dreamsGo away, but not for eternityIt hurts, when I'm close to YouIt hurts, when I don't see YouI love You, I always willI will, even though I hate You
Dark redDrink not my blood, for my poluted mind -can't find a healMe, You, An angel -doesn't have a last sin.
ArcanaOur tower burned.When it was coupled with the sun,we exchanged broken heartsand said our goodbyes.Ten swords laterand my memories of you arerain and snow and leaves,Fallen.I will tell the children not to be afraidof the devil and death,change is good.The near future holds two cups.I say I love you but we have a problem,we never held the worldin either of our hands.
The Clay King.Red painton a beige wall, heat-- spices the air.I run my fingersthroughthe course grainsof crumbling stone,watchingflowers bloom, in your presence.