Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Brother
Your face is a giant marshmallow
I could roast it on a stick like a smore
The goo would paste my fingers together
in a silent mockery
as the charred flesh
burns my tongue and asphyxiates me.
I see you melt away.
You taste like the flames that scorch you
but I could never harm you.
Remember our younger days?
The fun we had together
and oh the evil tricks we played
on everyone around us.
I wish that this was just
another one of those games.
Mother always said we must be good
and not tempt the sharp edge of recklessness
or it would come back to bite us in the end.
I have been bitten and now a piece of me is missing.
We should have listened.
We were as captive as renegade snowflakes
drifting through the world,
slaying dragons and saving kittens.
But I could not always protect you, brother.
The hardest lesson I’ve ever learned is now.
The marshmallow lies peacefully
on a satin blanket
his face so pale, so swollen.
Tomorrow and ever after I shall journey alone.
Fairytale
When I was a girl
I dwelled in a world
of princes, white horses and gold
I lived so it seemed
in a world full of dreams
and the stories my mother once told.
There were diamonds and lace
such a magical place
that I tried to recapture in years
but those stories were void
no pain, only joy
and the princess I played cried real tears.
The men that you meet
aren't always so sweet
although charming sometimes for awhile
but you better beware,
yes, watch them with care
for intentions based deeper than smiles.
Sometimes gold turns to dust
like honor and trust
and you find that you're left all alone
once love has been planted
then taken for granted
you regret the seeds you have sewn.
Train
broken
I utter words in isolation
For no audience to retain
You cannot grasp
What I am trying to say
Your ears filled with concrete
Because you can never be wrong
My heart beats with fear
Because I am not that strong
My love for you leads me astray
I don’t want to leave
But I’m afraid
Each day a piece of me cracks even more
And I’m scared I’m to broken
To walk out the door
Friday, May 13, 2011
Drift
Trophy
Fog
Cornucopia
They dance
Amidst a cornucopia
Of smiles and dreams
Against the white
And into the dark
Where two can survive
On love and hope.
Amidst a cornucopia
Of smiles and dreams
Against the white
And into the dark
Where two can survive
On love and hope.
Melt
Snap
I snap
Like a twig
As morning dew
Pours from my eyes
No longer able
To withstand the wind
Or give to bend
Or try to be strong
I snap
And tumble
To the cold ground below
And lie
Unattached
And broken.
Like a twig
As morning dew
Pours from my eyes
No longer able
To withstand the wind
Or give to bend
Or try to be strong
I snap
And tumble
To the cold ground below
And lie
Unattached
And broken.
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