I’m holding on to you,
My dear,
I’ll never let you go.
But what if space
Is what I need? I may be
Here, physically,
But my presence isn’t present.
I love you
Don’t you love me?
Yes, but I
Love myself more.
Tag: Dreams
The Broken Doll
She sits on the wooden shelf
An unwelcome grin etched on to her face
As the people around her
Mill around the house
Go about their day
And pay her no attention.
She waits
Patiently with her stiff limbs
Hoping all day
Today’s the day
When they come home
They’ll pick me up off of the shelf
And play with me.
The hour arrives,
The family trudges in
One
By
One
And they begin to mill around the house
And go about the rest of their day
Without a glance at the shelf
Where the doll sits by herself
Waiting for love.
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.
Dreaming of Reality
If you dream a dream of laughter
With heavy giggles falling from the sky
You will wake from bed soon after
Where peacefully sleeping bodies will lie.
If you dream a dream full of tears
Spilling from your eyes like blood from a wound
You will wake alone with your fears
Forever by yourself, forever doomed.
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.
An Odd Dream
The slumber had started
But I was unaware-
It was my birthday
Though I thought it too soon.
I was told to invite who I pleased
But I forgot
Only a few were expected to show
But where?
And who?
And why, again?
I put my dog in my purse
To keep her from the cold
And traveled to my destination.
I arrived on time
But all alone.
I sat in a booth
By myself
Eating, drinking
In solitude.
I opened my purse to pay
And there lie my dog
Snoring silently.
I realized I was never alone
And never would be-
Before I awoke
Confused.