The Cave Wall

She placed her heart in the granite wall, For it became too heavy to bear, And she walked away, light as a feather. He looked to fill the hole in his soul, With something that did not evaporate, As vapors clinging on summer dew. So the two passed themselves, Unburdened, untethered, Strange shadows cast on … Continue reading The Cave Wall →

O my bloodless heart

O my bloodless heart,Nailed to the mirror,How did you fare,Exposing your self so,Shattered at a glance,Bled dry over time?I'll remove the nail,But the hole remains,And though you're whole,By the mirror's judgment,I'll still be broken. Prompt: from the kind writers over at the pub, dVerse, “Heart” as part of their Quadrille Series #134.

Your song takes my soul

Your song takes my soul,Once heavy, now light and free,Like a fairy bloom,How transient our lives are,How meaningless our turmoil.

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.