How To Build Yourself From Scratch

A good foundation- two feet planted firmly on the ground

Adequate strength- to carry the weight of yourself and others (others are optional)

A mind of your own- a brain that will lead you away from the hive

Emotion- a determining factor of a healthy soul

 

It might not seem like much,

But when you add them all together,

You’ve built yourself

A modest home.

 

 

 

Casanova

Born with the gift of charm

He was blessed

At getting girls undressed

With a crooked smile

And false pretenses.

But who could resist

The undeniable charisma

Of this monster?

A lady killer

Stealing

Not their lives

But their self-worth.

There were none that could resist

Until the day

Casanova’s charm

Was directed at a woman

Who knew his tricks too well-

For she dabbled in lust just the same

And she twisted his game

Called out his name

And consumed him.

Confidant

There was a man that spoke in sonnets

A language native to my yearning ear

We shared our secrets in permanent ink

And laughed at trivial reality.

 

There was a man that spoke in fragments

Broken language here and there

He talked and talked as I listened

And silently loved him in my dreams.

 

Death Pact Angel of Orzhova

I stand on a concrete ledge

Staring at the ground below

My translucent tattered wings spread out behind me

Refracting light at all angles

That makes the alley beneath me glow

As it calls out to me

If you fall, I’ll be here to catch you.

 

My wings were strong once

And they would carry me on the lightest of winds

But I had fallen

Madly and deeply in love

For a man that couldn’t see my potential

And all that I could be.

He clipped my wings and made me his

But what have I had since then?

My immortality has caused me to lose my love

And now I’m forever lost.

 

I’ll have one last flight

One last chance to soar

And feel freedom kiss my cheeks.

 

These thoughts slowly push me closer to the edge

Until I let myself go.

This is my mental undoing, I think

As my body crumbles to pieces from the impact-

And although I can feel pain, I cannot ever truly die

So I will lie here with tattered wings and broken bones

Until someone finds me and patches me up

Only for me to try again.