Glee

As the loneliness sets in, I am forced to come to terms with the skin that I am in.

This person that I have neglected yearns to be accepted, no longer made to feel like a diamond in the rough.

My diminishing lustre threatens to devour me whole, putting an end to the light that I have tried too hard to emit.

My thoughts are charred, burnt to a crisp; recklessly abandoned, as I now speak with a lisp.

Insecure and unadored, my tumultuous fervour will never be restored.

I should have seen this coming, as it was inside me all along.

The inevitability of my sorrows will never allow for me to belong. I refused to follow you into the promised land, like Moses leading his people through the Nile river grand.

I chose to remain a slave for money until confronted by my death, like the last great king of Scotland, I called myself Macbeth.

I slew the demons that haunted me, the ones I would run from in my past.

But alas, my troubles had trained long and hard, they caught up with me quite fast.

I hid behind my veil, refusing to set foot under the sun, until your love destroyed my certainty and pulled the trigger to my gun.

Unburdened now by life's ailments, I can count my worries on one hand. I sail through the skies, and gaze at the seven seas. No longer diseased, I feel like I can breathe.

I should never have lost sight of the goals I had before you, neglected all of my loved ones and made myself taboo.

I may be the dimmest orb shining in the starry night, but I know that one day, I will manage to reignite the fiery passion that dwells deep within me, devoid of lock or key.

Like a rising phoenix, I will emerge victorious, eternally filled with glee.

Lovely Bones

You crushed my lovely bones into a fine stew. Autumn's breeze scattered my remnants throughout the world, taking in the sights I would rather have seen with you. In England, we saw Avon and the River Thames. They reminded me of our life before the strife, and your eyes that shone like gems. France's tour Eiffel et la Musée du Louvre, were a sight in and of themselves but nothing without you. Your neglect and vehement disrespect was cause for my estrangement from your world. I have grown into a man, no longer innocent as a young girl. The pearls I once saw in windows, now adorn my neck; like a trainwreck, I watched your collapse. My bones returned to the world's map, hoping to capture real beauty in their final moments airborne. They flew above acres of roses, you came to mind when I noticed the thorns. I cannot accept that this is the end, although it is time that we part ways. For a thousand nights, I will grieve your loss and supress my pain during the day. I envisioned our future, so shiny and spanking new, but instead the thoughts within my head are more soaked with dread than dew, another result of you. For too long, we played our parts in a neverending charade. You were smart to eternally sharpen your blade, the one you jforced into my heart. I should have been wiser and realized, that you were as fantastic as a fox. Now I lay in a box with my body bent and dark, sheathed in a cloth cheapened by your mark. I will begin anew, in Cairo, where my bones saw the pyramids and were no longer filled with despair. They showed me that, with work, any society can prosper and the same for every man; in retrospect, I realized that I have the strength to start again. No longer burdened by negativity, I will reach the promised land.

John Doe

I love you even when we are apart. Yours is the face that haunts me in the witching hours late at night, when I should be deeply entranced as supernatural spirits dance in the wide open spaces of the great outdoors. My heart beats your name, as your voice pulsates through my veins; ebbing and flowing, failing to cease. I trick myself into believing that you are not the one, though you are the only one I can depend on, my neverending sun. The light that peeks through my drapes teases my reverie reminiscent of Antony feeding Cleopatra grapes. You are my muse and my teacher too, as you help me become more insightful. Like a tattoo, you are permanently etched unto my skin; I can pretend you are not there but am reminded when caught offguard. You are my boxer, fighting perfect in your art; Cupid, as your arrows pierce my heart. I have allowed myself to negate you for too long, like misinterpreting a song whose meaning is clear and strong. My bones are weakened by your absence in my life, my nodes are swollen like a prisoner ensconced in strife. The world is so much colder when you are not within arm's reach, I am easier to bruise like a slowly rotting peach. I lay enchanted by your memory as I envision all the long ago, yet your day old hate just festers, no longer quid pro quo. I will bestow you with my riches, or power if that is your will. Just as long as you continue to allow me the good fortune of making me feel like a million dollar bill. I am a mere pauper, burdened with sorrows galore; yet I can still assure you that no one else could love you more. My bounty is not endless, and I am slowly losing my sight, but my soul will always see you as my shining armoured knight. Much to my contrite, you have found another home. I should have acted as if I were in Rome and postponed the sins for which I had yet to atone. My crimes against humanity are not equal to the pain that I have caused you, yet my internal bleeding seems never to subdue. I see you in his arms, and you lack the charm that I once saw; you are broken now, and flawed, in your house that is built of straw. And mine of glass, so I will not cast the first or second stone. I will instead remain amidst the valley of the shadow of death, amasked in guilt cast in a grave marked unknown.

Descent

Although your scent still lingers in my room, it has begun to smell more like decay and less like perfume. You wasted the opportunities I gave you so freely, stared at me foolishly as if I were speaking Swahili. I cannot stand to stare at the grave you dig for yourself, immersed in a culture of drugs, refusing to accept any help. Your self-destructive path leads you to much smaller things, I turn the page, we could have lived like kings. My greatest defeat came from your hands, pardon my weakness as I expand. My life remains unchanged though your damage is done. I have become a king, you are merely the unfortunate one. Despair resonates through your voice as you call out my name, eternally silenced. I have snuffed out your flame. Your carousel weakens, unhinging itself, like the Oracle of delph, I envisioned your fall. Athens is burning, overwhelming your calls. Your charms are now faded, they don't function anymore. Your beauty is jaded, as you lie in a heap on the bathroom floor. You do this to yourself and then you cry out in guilt, how can you cry when it's your own blood you spill? Continue to pop your pills whilst neglecting to pay your bills. Bow to your porcelain God, the only one who is there to offer solace to your facade. You scream so loud, the earth shakes in wonderment. Your body is broken while mine is simply bent. Your cries reach the angels above, who have even shunned you, refusing to bestow any love. Continue smoking your potent plants so green, as you look in the mirror and begin to look more obscene. I cannot wait to see the look on your face when you realize that you are all alone, in your own isolated state. The exent of my assistance has reached its end, so I walk away unscathed refusing to watch your fiery descent.