An Old Wish

I'm too old for wishes, My children remind me. Little brats, I say. Don't I deserve, To cash in all of my time, And remember what it felt like, -- for just one moment, I beg you -- To be young and loved. and to have the wisdom to appreciate it this time.

Spring Sunrise

Lingering just outside of work, still in my old car,In the dark hours before the sunrise, While false flurries fall like discarded static. The car stereo beats a rhythm that aches around me,Yet the world seems awfully dim 'neath yellow headlights,Yearning for something lostIn that transient strangeness of an earlier Spring. Like our breath, I … Continue reading Spring Sunrise →

All’s Fair

"All's fair in Love and War," they say, But I have shame enough, To keep myself at an arm's length. To gamble on your love, To steal your happiness, To rob you of your smile, For even my chance benefit, Simply isn't worth shit. I loath the simple fact,That he can make you smile like … Continue reading All’s Fair →

Be Cruel, Beloved

Malignancy, I welcome, A cruel tongue so sharp, It cuts painlessly; Or your sinister contempt, Spreading like cancer, Tearing me apart; Give me all of your hatred, Anger and cold rage, A promise of pain. (a promise to feel) I cannot stand your pity: Eyes wet with sadness, Like you regret me. Like you'll forget … Continue reading Be Cruel, Beloved →

Your Smile; My Smile

Adoration becomes you:Your grey eyes shimmer,Your smile is sharper,Your laugh is brighter,Your world seems better.My jealousy knows no bounds. I feel like a phantom pain,Sadness that lingers,Waiting for the day,That your happinessDulls to cruel boredom.Will you still be beautiful? I choose happiness,Let me be selfish,Just this once, oh God.

Falling

Visions of snowfall reverie, Dancing gaily on your hitched breath, Caught on wet eyelashes, Dyed a red wine-dark, Smeared like your mascara, Falling as black snow.

I don’t know

I don't know what you want,I don't know what I can give,I don't know where this will go,I don't know, I don't know. I don't know what to do,When even inspiration leaves me.

Aphrodisiac

Heartbreak is such a strangeAphrodisiac,Nothing is so comforting,Than another broken heart,Forcing ourselves to fit,Like discarded puzzle pieces.

Poisoned, Seek no Antidote

My mind is poisoned through and through, To leave me yet yearning for you. By these fingertips dipped in blood, Records our masochistic love, Haunting my every waking dream, Unfurling in a decade's scream, Choked down by a memory's kiss, Fey thoughts I have: a little misery is worth this, to feel less marks it … Continue reading Poisoned, Seek no Antidote →

What Books Need

Some books need coffee,A quiet lounge at midday,Gentle distractions.My mind wanders to and fro,Sweetly consuming slow words. Others need darkness,A calamitous ruin,Rain and thunder on.May the world dissolve away,So long as I can read on. My favorites need you,Bright-eyed passionate reader,To cut out my heart,And exchange our bleeding souls,To reveal the truth in us.