I thought
I did all there was to do
Yet here I stand
On unsure footing
Stopped on a road…
Leading where?
Tag: Poem
Viper
Her scales-
A delicate balance
Between lust&grace
And a fatal endless agony
Smooth to the touch
Thick as the fear and desire
Her forked tongue tastes
In the air.
She’s beautiful
And she’s got her sights set on you.
She’s poised
Statuesque
But before you know it
She strikes
Leaving you
Without the hope of survival.
Moving On
In the end, there’s just
Me
Allow yourself to see it from my view:
Love is something you lose yourself in
Regret is when you realize, too late that
Everything has changed
And instead of losing yourself, you lost me.
Dreams are haunting your waking hours with
Yearning, but nothing can be changed.
Go on, move forward. There’s
Only so much more that can be done when
Never means forever and
Everything we had is lost.
Wanting To Be Alone
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.
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.
On the Inside
A white Victorian dollhouse
Sits on the playroom floor
Untouched.
The children run around outside
Playing games they’d get in trouble for playing
If only they weren’t
Unsupervised.
Inside the dollhouse
The parents are cold and
Unwelcoming.
They have grown out of love
From constant fighting
Lying
Cheating, and being
Untrustworthy.
After many years
The dollhouse is falling apart.
The roof is collapsing
The support beams are cracking
Termites have destroyed the foundation.
And all the while,
The kids are playing outside
Unaware.
Non-Conformist
Peacock blue hair
In a stripe down her scalp
To match the puncture wounds
On her face and ears
Adorned with diamond studs.
There are no shackles on her
Ink-stained wrists
Only the permanent artistic expression
Of her choosing.
All of which
Create the prison
She doesn’t know she’s in.
Adult World
Thrust into the adult world
A child
With growing responsibilities.
And so began a torrid love affair
With words
With life
With myself.
The Danger of Falling in Love
Fingers laced
Hearts paced
About to kiss, my mind slips
My heart skips
As the truth nears
And all my fears disappear
When you pull me back
To the reality I lack
As your thumb traces my chin
I can’t help but grin as you pull me in
I admit defeat and our lips meet.
The magical sensation
Of instant gratification.
I must have hit my head falling for you
In this world that is brand new.
Silence
Silence screams static into my ears
Every minimal sound
Is a bomb interrupting monotony.
Yearning for interactions with others
Even if they are not my own.
The dull glow of the silent television offers no comfort
The thumping music diminishes-
Not welcome at this time.
Visitors are welcome
But none come or go.
Right now, the only comfort
Comes from my own sanity.
But how much silence can I take?
How much silence can this room hold
Before it breaks?