I hate it when you talk down to me.
Relax this and breathe out that.
You need a break, it doesn't matter.
I am not a little child anymore,
Little more than someone to be led,
Down this way, up by the creek.
You can't tell me what to do.
Get some rest, you will be calm tomorrow.
Do I look like I want to be calm?
Stop telling me what to do,
I hate how you sound like a masochist.
You make me want to scream.
Leave me to be mad in peace.

There is this bare stalk in my backyard. With upraised branches, all dried,  painted in contrast to the lush greenery all around: sometimes, I feel, like the branches of a fulminating bolt contrasted swirling against dark, brooding, boding skies.

I have seen three seasons pass by. This stalk has remained bare. All around, trees have gone from withering to flowering and onward. This one though, stands constantly poignant, almost embodying pathos, endlessly mourning.

Insects - termites? ants? I don't know, but I see they have covered large parts of the stalk. Raised to the skies, like an enigma, a puzzle thrown to the distant stars veiled by the firmament. Yes, I know this slow death that sustains life.

Yes, I can relate to it. It is like this pain that haunts my soul. Like the song of the smudged moon on a misty night, sung to uncaring, asleep worlds. After skies weep out their agony, music of the last tears dripping off the tips of drooping leaves.

The angry words you spit at me
Don't mean anything, I know
So stop saying them.

Wind around me instead.

One word. one laugh. one look.
     is all it takes
One more step
     one more pill
One more cut
     is all it takes
Is all it takes for someone to give up.

One person. one stranger. one friend.
     can be all it takes.
One word. one smile. one hug.
     can be all it takes.
Can be all it takes to stop that person from giving up.

One is all it takes to put someone to the edge.
One is all it takes to stop that person from jumping.

Go away.
Like my shadow you haunt me,
following me wherever I go,
a dark evil image that cannot be erased.
Leave and never return,
for your empty thoughts bruise and batter,
leaving scars that do not wipe away as easy as do my tears.

Feeling feelings I have never imagined.
I could feel the walls crumbling down every time you smile.
Passion. Happiness. Love
Moments when I look into your eyes and I saw mine looking back
I could now feel myself for the first time.

Of all God's creation, I love you the most.
In your arms I long to be, embracing me tight.
Sometimes I fear that you may leave.
But you reassure me with your comfort.

Now I realize the treasure of love.
For real love stories , never have endings.
We shall stay like this,
Forever, if ever.

My dress appeared vulnerable
tangled between flowers and weeds
beside tangled legs
below a tangled mind,
trapped between fate
and heart strings
fragile enough to snap
with each passing gasp
and rushed breath.
Your hands held blood
as it poured from my pores
that never had a chance to clot
between my severed veins and skin.
Exploring my body like a map as
uncharted as the universe;
held down by gravity
pulling me toward something deeper then skin.
Encased within walls of bone
cracked ribs
chapped lips
and a fondness as shaken
as your bed on Friday night.
And I know you don't love me
and you're too stubborn to try
so toss me my heart strings and untangle our legs;
I'd rather wear my dress in solitude
then be left out on your clothes line to air dry
for all to see.