Tag: Poetry

I’d like to be your villain

I'd like to be your villain,A monster to fear,Punishment by holy writ,Kicking you back down,To bleed, to suffer, to hate,So when the day comes,When you tear out my black heart,Throw me from the heights,And stomp on my loathsome skull,I'll know you're worthy.

Between Sleep, Waking Dreams

I lie still in my bed,Drawing out the calm,Between sleepand the waking dream,Sinking slowly into thought.White little bugs nibble,Tearing me away gently,Just at the edge of my mind,And the humor of my eyes,Fraying my edges like old paper,Slowing the endless wave,Of neurons and and memories,None of which are mine.Tell me, little bugs,What memories are sweeter?The … Continue reading Between Sleep, Waking Dreams →

The Game of Love

I reclaimed my place,The princess of your black heart,By wit and cunning,I am the Conquering Sword,A faithless exile no more. Lost again, have I?To a ronin with no shame,And no sense of pride.So be it, it's your win, now,In this Game of Love, I'm done.

Stalking Pray

I'm afraid of touching you,Not that you're fragile,(indeed, you're tougher than I)But you always flee,As though you're afraid of me,"I'm protecting you,"Feels like a hollowed-out phrase,When those words draw blood,Tearing away at my heart,Leaving me to think,"I'm not the prince, after all;Was I the villain?"

I Caught a Dream

I caught a dream smoking my last cigarette,Knees tucked against her chest,A small frown upon her lips,Looking for all the world like an angel,All the more alluring because she's the devil,Promising nothing; because dreams must end.

Once Beloved

I lie awake, yet unable to move,Pinned down by your cold embrace.Between your cooing encouragements,I choke on my atrophied memories,Unable to recall the fragmented thoughts,Of every kiss you laid upon my chest,Burning holes down to my soul,Like so many cigarette burns,But I need that,I want that so much,That even as you tear me apart,Flesh, thoughts, … Continue reading Once Beloved →

Pax Leucotomy

I think that I will go mad,This, my conclusion,So that I can stop thinking.And the kind doctor,Will relieve from me pressure,The weight of living,(And worse, remembering life)By simply saying:"Poor thing, take your medicine,"And though I'll complain,What relief shall flow through me,To know that my faults,Are not really mine to bear.So I shall smile then,Just before … Continue reading Pax Leucotomy →

Immortal Lessons

There is a hermit atop the mountain,Who is said to have attained Truth,And is willing to share their findings,To those who struggle to follow them,But when I scrambled to the summit,Bloody, winded, and utterly spent,Their corpse greeted me with a smile,And whispered only silence.