She goes to work, as usual
trying harder than she should
excelling all her peers
yes, she's just that good
Her family, her reward
at the end of every day
bringing home the bacon
in each, and every way
I don't tell her enough
no riches to extol
more precious than diamonds
whether bought, or stole
No more virtuous the woman
with rubies, of her own
knowledge in her heart
a jewel, is but a stone
"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses." ~JFK
The world falls quiet,
And so do you.
My ears are ringing
The silence burns.
I submerge my mind in liquid courage
and slur my silly confessions,
Puking emotions all over your unread text messages.
Ruby shame becomes me
Whispering evil things to me
Convincing me that I am a burden.
That I am the one that's crazy here.
Crazy in love.
Crazy to admit it.
I am the one that’s crazy here.
You were the one that begged for me to love you.
So why do I have to ask for you to tell me that you love me?
How am I supposed to believe your I love you’s?
Am I so insecure, paranoid?
Is it just me?
Am I crazy?
Crimson waves fuel my heart that whisper Jehime in the silent crackle of the fire that blazes through the night in between my rib cage.
Can you feel that,
Corazón? Do you hear that Mi Amor?
Or am I crazy?
My ears are ringing
My doubts are shouting
as it sears it's emptiness into my soul,
The silence burns.
Pero mi Amor Porque?
Quando yo te di todo mi corazón, porque me haces esto?
God, why don’t you love me?
It is your silence when I ask you these questions,
Your silence when I bleed Te Amo,
that burns, burns, burns.
I've never been kissed so gently
as if the world depended on your lips
and my skin.
I'm not sure what you see
maybe a flower with thin petals you don't want to rip,
maybe a face of porcelain you don't want to scratch,
maybe a healing heart you don't want to bruise.
I've never been kissed so softly,so cautiously,like you are somehow made of shattered glass
and are careful not to cut my skin
just because you are broken.
As if you don't see the scars and burns
that already pepper my heart,
as if I'm the fragile one,
thin and feeble,
small and unreachable as if there is a chance I could melt into the ground
if you hold too tight,
and maybe there is a chance I will.
It seems like you map out the placement,
like stars making a curious pattern in the sky,
beyond either of our reaches.
I've never been kissed so delicately,so deliberately
like the winds at midnight across the ocean,
powerful and moving,
soft and caressing.
As if I'm a gem you have been searching for,
and you don't want to snag your lips on my edges,
or maybe you don't want to scratch the surface.
I'm not sure I will ever know.
If fusion were just
a cheap trick to
make gems stronger,
then would Garnet
have even found
Sapphire and Ruby
to begin with?
Is our comfort made
from presence or
which is stronger?
The side effect of
unconditions is that
dreads; some book
turned its page and said:
I am made of love, boldly
with inflated lungs, but
what is love
even made of?
ruby slippers drag me home,
tin men clasping my hands.
they wish me goodbye,
pressing their lips on my skin.
glittering eyes cross into mine,
metal smiles sprout on their mouths.
they offer me flowers, petals of red.
a bouquet of my greatest desire.
returning home sparks a flame in me,
burning the metal flesh of the tin men's lips.
goodbye, I whisper into the wind,
merrily waving to my most devoted sin.
desir and darkness collide into one,
my ruby slippers exchanging touches.
the winter wind draws me away,
back to the place I was born to stay.
thank you, sweet fantasy,
sweet lovers of metal hearts.
thank you, flower poets,
serenading me in a homely perfume.
on the emerald arms of grass,
my body lays to rest, tilted up to the sky.
a rainbow waves me goodbye,
fastening its multicolored smile.
home is where I must be,
away from this supreme fantasy.
nothing more to say,
thankful for the magical dreams.
The forgotten gem among the precious
Your love is too dark for a child
Yet pure like a diamond
Diamonds are so common
Garnet, you are rich
Richer than most in quality
Perhaps a banker or lawyer would remember you
But no, sapphires are rich
Richer than dull gold, not rich enough I say
You reach new depths, Garry
Like an ocean trench filled with the remains of the unknown's lunch
Not as deep as the amethyst, apparently
That is spiritually charged and better for the soul
Your violence is a stain, but I say it is a warning
Garnish, you lack value
Topaz is the quality they seek
The eye of the sun, so bright
The eye of Jupiter is too much, I say enough
Forget Ruby, your sister
Forget Emerald, your opposite
Forget Opal, all in one, the God of the gems
You are Alfred the Great, so great, yet forgotten