Month: June 2013

Nightmares on the Wings of Angels

Alone with her thoughts,

She slips-

 

She dreams of a world

High above where

Everything is beautiful.

 

Darkness cowers in shadows while

Regal angels soar with

Elegance

And grace

Making music while children

Sleep soundlessly nearby…

 

Home. This is their home. The

Envy she feels can’t be suppressed and

Rears it’s devilish head (awakening hidden demons).

 

Nothing is safe

In this godforsaken He(aven)ll with

Gnarled angels snarling and reaching out to

Her with knife-like claws

To trace sermons on her

Marble skin, marring it

And crushing her bones to make her

Red rivered veins

Emerge

Shredded in disarray.

 

“Come here, darling” sighs an

Oil-slick voice

“My children wait to feast on your

Every fear.”

 

Alone, she stands on

Legs of paper

In the presence of subjective demons

Viciously awaiting her

Encouraged extinction.

Mon Cheri

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Mon cheri,

It is you, j’adore

For your humor

And your caring heart.

It is you

And only you

Je t’aime

For the man

You have always been

You will become

You are.

It is you

And I love you for it.

NaPoWriMo 2013 Poem for the prompt of day 29.

I kept this one to give to my boyfriend on our 2 year anniversary.

I think he liked it 😉

Monkey, do you see me? Monkey, you must do.

Tuck in your shirt

Drop your inhibitions and dress accordingly

Tame  your tangled locks

And train your eyes right here on me

For, Monkey, you must see

What this monkey will do.

 

Cover up those tattoos,

What are you? A disgrace?

Take out your tacky piercing

And point your smile my way,

Monkey, you must see

What the master of monkeys will do.

 

I just asked you for a favor

And “okay” is all you have to say?

I don’t seek compliance

I seek a trained monkey that won’t stand in my way.

Dear monkey, I’ll make you a master

Then we’ll see what you can do.

 

 

Asphyxiation Fixation

An ink scarred hand

Clutching my throat

With the slightest pressure

Causing my windpipes

To be silent

As the image of you

On top of me

Pinning me down

And leaving me without oxygen

Is forever engraved

In the deepest and most sacred

Cavities of my brain.

The Life of Man

There’s a man at the top of the hill

Just sitting

Maybe he’s resting-

His tired limbs, tired body

Carrying such a heavy soul

So close to the sky.

Maybe he’s reflecting-

His mind stuck wandering

Between past and present

And all the things he would change.

Maybe he’s retiring-

Giving up on the life

That was so harsh to him

Starting a new one in tune with nature.

I don’t know why he’s there.

Maybe he doesn’t either.

Brief Satisfaction

I’ll seduce you

With my words

That kiss your ear

And tickle you with pleasure…

Until you can’t get enough of me

And require instant gratification.

 

With no romance or bedside manners

We’ll go all night

‘Til the sun peaks through the shades

And wakes you.

 

Then you’ll walk out my front door

Only to be heard from once more

But never seen again.

 

Because you got what you came for-

Hip bones clashing

In the heat of the moment.

 

And I got what I wanted-

To be loved

No matter how briefly.

Who Am I Without You?

Walking through life unscathed by

Hell on earth

Only because of me

 

And what do I get in return?

Mute mutiny and abandonment of hope-

 

In this world of ours, I’m alone

 

With time moving on with a grudge

I look at you and reminisce on

Times where we were side by side

Holding onto hope with bare hands,

Only to find our fingertips burned-

Unusual casualties of falling in love

Together, on an island alone.

 

Yet here we stand with

One of us ready to move on, to live! At least

Until she feels regrettable reprieve.