Obsession Forgiven

I think that I am,An obsession forgiven,Given for my pride,Proud that I was once yourself,Your self freed from what I am.

A Yellow Bloom

My summer garden,Wilts beneath the joyless sun,Yet a yellow bloom,Finds a way of blossoming,A cool grace in hateful heat.

Dear Friend

She hiked up the mountain path,With the intent of leaving behind a note,But upon reaching the cliffside,Decided against it,And sent me a picture instead.

I suffer illness / is my death enough

I suffer illness,A static deep in the mind,That I wish killed me.Instead, it forces me toRecall my lost love for you. No exorcism,Will rid me of this demon,Who haunts my last breath,For at the end of all things,It means that you loved me once. Is my death enough,To rid myself of your gift:This knife that … Continue reading I suffer illness / is my death enough →

Lovely Double Suicide

Fever dreams remind me that I'm a child,That behind layers of memories,Worn to conceal futures defiled,You remain a part of me,My muse, my lover, my hateful self. Why do you still smile in my nightmares,With lips wet with blood and tears,While I wither beneath your stares,Do you hate me so much,That being carried in my … Continue reading Lovely Double Suicide →

By Myself

I'm going to tear myself in two,So that I can be with you,While also being by myself.Surely, there's nothing wrong to do,Since I'll be me and me, you'll be you,I'll be happy by myself.So when it happens that we're through,You can crumple me up and toss me, too,I'll be here, by myself.

True Necromancy

True Necromancy,Is the greatest skill I teach,For dead speak softly,And were it not for these books,Their wisdom be lost to us. I think my students,Would think these lessons worthy,If only they knew,Our daily poetry books,Were really something magic.

In my youth, I was drowned

In my youth, I was drowned,Falling,Peacefully,Into the blessed black,Of the deep sea beneath,Until her hands found mine,And forced air into my lungs once more. So, of course, I loved her.She had saved me, after all,She cared for me,And told me she loved me,Her hands always holding mine,As though afraid to let me go. But then,She … Continue reading In my youth, I was drowned →

Once a Magician

I fancied the thought,Of illusions and grandeur,I, my own master.It seems that nature responds,By shattering that old dream.

I exult the friend

I exult the friend,Who sullies their own honor,In the name of love.There is something beautiful,About dying a villain.