Like Severus and Lily,
We came to each other by chance.
I transfigured myself into your life
Already on a pedestal,
Our words chaining ourselves
To each other
Years have passed
Without so much as a flicker between us
But here you stand
With the words of our pasts
Strung together and hanging like frayed ropes from your wrists.
In my dreams you come to me
With your hand outstretched,
A snake burrowed into the cuff
Of your long sleeved,
Blue-collar work shirt.
I do not hesitate to take it.
I am bitten.
I wake up in a cold sweat,
The snake of men past
Now burrowed next to me
In the king sized bed.
I am not afraid
But I do not trust.
A dark mist settled on her lips,
and as soon as she opened her mouth,
the mist morphed into a magical shade of pink;
warmed by her angel-breath,
like falling frost in the eye, it froze her,
and everything around her went still...
She spoke sweet words of sorries and plays,
hoping to born a new day -
with new tales
and new times;
It was only then she realized,
the darkness remained,
no one heard her,
& that all this time,
she only chose to view a different shade,
from behind the curtains of a moth's wing,
posing as a rustic butterfly.
She wouldn't let the words roam now;
she would reel them back in -
like a hurt fish, like a dead wish,
she would tie them up like a bow,
and throw them in the trash,
along with Christmas Eve and the New Year
that she had imagined.
She would leave that photo behind,
and those carved things
that always looked nice on her shelf.
She finally knew
that it was time to go.
The Merry-Go-Round is stopping - I can hear the music fade.
I can't believe it's ending, that the last tune has been played.
My horse is still in prance formation - she wants to go again.
How do I say the ride is over and all good things must end.
How do I slack the tightly held rein
How do I slip from astride
How do I ease the stabbing of pains
That tell me this was my last ride.
The carnival is closing - I can see them start to pack.
I don't want it to leave us - it may never again come back.
I haven't ridden all the rides yet - I haven't played the games.
How do I turn and go forever, forgetting all their names.
How do I put the coins away
That I had planned to spend
How save for them for a rainy day
And still have some to lend.
The festival is over - all the revelers are gone.
The only sign they've been here are the footprints on the lawn.
I have not finished celebrating - I want to laugh some more
How do I know the dance has ended - it never was before.
How do I turn and head for home
This was my home, you see
How can I feel that if I roam
I'll find a place for me.
The walls are closing in and i hear my demons knocking at the door.
The screeching of the shadows and the sirens are much louder than before.
I sworn myself to secrecy but the secrets are not mine to keep,
and my mouth will keep on running until i run out of gasoline.
My body is a temple but i let the princess down when i lent the key to her palace out to the public.
If i were to be honest,
I'm scared of who i have become.
And if i weren't on this damn medication,
it'll seem i could finally find somebody who would love me for just me,
and not some drugged up version of a chemical imbalance.
I thought i was perfect before.
I guess not.
Nothing ever happens like I planned,
and that's the way life planned it.
And if i think right,
he will leave me once again,
and that's what he intended.
But if he comes back to me,
what was will never be and what will be
will never be what it was once before.
If i were to be honest,
I'm not sure if i could handle the disappointment i set myself up for
months before our reunion.
Tell me how it feels to kill me once again with your words.
Smother me slowly, and cover me completely with the flowers that you picked on our first date.
Those of which have never died
just like my love for you.
But your feelings have wilted with the seasons.
You come and go as you please,
and i am just the fool who believed them,
the lies you sold to me in the
bouquet of the week.
This "poem" was originally planned to be spoken with a piano melody accompanying it. However, you cannot post audio on Hello Poetry yet, so this is the next best thing. The "stanzas" are all f***** and i haven't quite perfected my writing "style" yet. But, then again, this is poetry and art and it doesn't have to make sense sometimes. There are no rules. So here is a little part of my mind. Hope you enjoyed.
The roses that he gave me are now wilted and dead.
Like the memories of how we used to be together.
The words that he spoke of, I love you is what he said.
He promised me he would be here till the end, forever.
Farewell my angel, a kiss goodbye, went on his way.
He lay in bed that night and thought of what he would do.
That was the last time she saw him, it still hurts this day.
Walls tainted with blood, the reason not even a clue.
Dressed in black, a pale white face; tears streaming like a river.
This is my fault, repeating in her head, the words true.
She speaks her words and looks her last, she tries not to quiver.
The images in her head swirling around like new.
I lost a friend that night, I miss him too much to say.
I love him, he stole my heart, one day I’ll be okay.
Dedicated to Drew
My blanket isn't the same anymore
It's empty without your cold feet
My arms aren't the same anymore
Since I can't feel your heart beat
My kitchen isn't the same anymore
It's kettle doesn't boil water for you
My ears aren't the same anymore
Since I can no longer hear you
My heart isn't the same anymore
It's got a longing only you fulfill
My eyes aren't the same anymore
Since I can't see the smile of my Phil..
You can't remember where
Your buried treasures lie;
It's been years
Since you turned the earth,
Measured the wealth,
Stored it for days of leisure.
You lost the life mapped
With the X.
Did you mark the spot with G,
Or did you sell the plunder?
Remember, you're no younger.
All your troves,
Blue ribbons and bows,
The buttons, the pins,
Your souveniers and sins
Have left you bankrupt.
I'm not a parrot keeper,
Can't curl my lip like Elvis;
Or sail into bays
To recover lost treasures.
Do you ever just miss the way things used to be?
Miss how close you were to somebody you never talk to anymore?
Miss the way you felt about somebody in highschool, or the way you thought about things a year ago?
Ever miss the familiar faces of the people you no longer know, or the happiness of being surrounded by people you loved?
Do you ever miss the skin you grew up in only to look in the mirror today and ask “what happened?”
That is, after all, the big question isn’t it? I know I miss it.
Every feeling I felt, every laugh, every tear, every hello even though I knew someday it would be goodbye,
Yet in denial that things can stay constant.
But goodbye came, and our only excuse is that things change, people change,
And all we’re left with are memories we want to forget or hold onto forever.
Maybe I miss so much because I’m not really living anymore.
Or I miss so much because things changed in a matter of months that felt like minutes.
Oh and I do miss so very much.
But hey, things change…people change.