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.

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.

Stepford Smile

Perfect pearly periodontals

Plastered on a fresh-faced full frontal

With ruby red luscious lips

And a gallant gaze that never slips.

 

Powdered cherub-chiseled cheeks

And long slender legs that go on for weeks

Hold together this petite plastered shell

And a bosom that creates thoughts from Hell.

 

She’s a molding of God’s greatest creation

The epitome of human perfection-

But you must be careful, do not break her!

For she’s hollow within, she has no center.

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.

 

 

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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.

 

Innocence

We are born with it

And grow with it

It helps us discover new pleasures

And worlds

We never knew existed

Our worlds become corrupt

Poisoning our minds with reality

As we grow older

Until we cannot see the fantasy world

Of our past

Our rose colored glasses

Have turned gray

And we have lost it

Until it finds our children

When they are brought

Into a brand new world.

Arriving By Train

I saw you

Through the window

Of broken promises

Stained with teardrops.

 

But maybe I was wrong-

For you weren’t sad,

but smiling.

 

Although your eyes

May have met blissful tears

It was not they

Who stained the window

But merely raindrops

Of a fresh day.

 

Our promises

Since repaired

Can hold the weight

Of the gaze we share.

Eyes that meet

Not for the first time,

But again.

 

As motion comes to a halt

Thoughts spring into action

And cause me to yell out to you:

I’ve returned, I’m all yours.