And he makes me want to carve myself.
Starving from extended winter,
I beckon to you with a finger.
Trembling; my veins fill with splinters.
Wooden slivers cut me from the inside,
I race towards any assistance.
Pressed, I pray for brooding brilliance.
Why do you play my ribs like piano keys.
Signal to you with smoky urgency,
peer into your zippered soul,
through magnifying glass eyes,
I catch you in action.
Hinting at the secret;
the secret code to my hunter heart.
You can access its emotion.
But do not tell the others.
Capture me in your net,
I beach myself on your bed.
You become the shore,
I slap at you lazily, like ocean.
Flowing, we crash into one another.
Resonate within me like cymbals.
I vibrate—cut me in two million pieces.
I win with my hands down.
Hold me in your clammy palm,
then blow me away, like dust.
Just let me scatter.
I yearn to know all the places!
No longer a mortar fortress.
Refined by this scandalous resilience.
These broken embraces can get so jumbled.
Shutter me. Forget my vulnerability anyway.
Accident-prone yet bulletproof, resilience courses through my veins. After plucking out the shrapnel from my own Hell-Bent self-destruction, all I was left with was me. Through embracing my darkness, I found the light. Here lie a sordid collection of POETRY, PROSE, AND REFLECTIONS on the traumas & triumphs along the way.
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Sunday, June 12, 2016
Stormy.
A haunting melody emerges,
from deep inside a Scandinavian enchantress.
Her sentiments alluring,
capture my fluorescence.
I yearn to be charmed;
she steals all the blessings.
Pricks me with a needle,
drawing blood from a peephole.
With one thread, spellbinding,
beads dance, emphasizing.
I underline a reminder,
joined at the waist, we mingle.
Crash into me like a stormy shore,
dampening my every pore.
Meet me inside a darkened cave,
your fingers are hungry.
Piercing, I sew us together;
classical dances align us.
Like a string coming loose,
we are forever unraveling.
from deep inside a Scandinavian enchantress.
Her sentiments alluring,
capture my fluorescence.
I yearn to be charmed;
she steals all the blessings.
Pricks me with a needle,
drawing blood from a peephole.
With one thread, spellbinding,
beads dance, emphasizing.
I underline a reminder,
joined at the waist, we mingle.
Crash into me like a stormy shore,
dampening my every pore.
Meet me inside a darkened cave,
your fingers are hungry.
Piercing, I sew us together;
classical dances align us.
Like a string coming loose,
we are forever unraveling.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
The Visit.
Silhouettes and photographs,
through the graveyard,
walking fast,
Depression era screenplays,
around the corner
fudge is made.
Streets now broken
once were paved,
dystopian playground
that can't be saved
blasting off like
rocketships,
careful to mind
broken hips.
Steadfast like masts
on olden ships,
chocolate cookies
without the chips,
a bust of a long
forgotten mannequin,
shares cobwebs and dust
with lustful novels harlequin.
Pornography disguised as romance,
good for nothing more than laughs,
that once filled the room,
then caked the walls;
the floral prints inside the hall.
Buttons strewn across the floor,
sensible spools of yarn,
and cutting boards,
I memorize ev'ry cracked tile,
one day, I will emulate her style.
When all things old are new again,
and I wish I’d paid closer attention.
Careless clouds of smoke
billowed with each puff,
of her menthol cigarettes
that made me cough.
Murder mysteries flashed
on the silver screen,
whodunits solved by
faded beauty queens.
She relives her glory days,
filled with movie stars
and runaways.
Yesterday always sounds so neat,
when she talks of brawls
that spilled into the street.
The ruthless record player slows to a halt;
hair once fiery red is now pepper-salt.
Classically beautiful,
reeking of sophistication,
a kiss placed on each cheek,
I'm fascinated.
My connection to the golden age
closes the door,
then waltzes away.
Unbeknownst to me,
this would be the last time,
I would sip mint juleps
and drink sherry wine.
My fairy grandmother
slipped away that night,
dancing off into the starry light.
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