The moon's pale face regards the nighttime skies
As the stars pass by on their ancient quest.
Silent shadows glide 'cross the ground
From clouds that move and make no sound.
Nighttime is when her spirit will rise
To ever wander and never know rest.
Eileen was the name of the red-haired girl
Who lived in the castle near the sea.
It was the only home she'd ever known,
This ancestral fortress made of stone.
It was a simple and tranquil world,
The only place she wanted to be.
The castle was home for ages long past
For her father, his father, and beyond.
Their memory lived within the grey-stoned walls,
Their deeds were remembered in each of the halls.
The castle was safe; its walls held fast.
Yet its fate lay within a wizard's wand.
Galyn was a wizard of dark renown,
Winding his way from times of ancient yore.
Great was the power at his command;
Deep was the knowledge he kept at hand.
Few were the secrets he had not found,
As he labored at his art behind a locked door.
Standing on a tower's balcony on a grey, windy day
Eileen could feel the sea's breath on her skin.
Galyn would watch her standing there,
The wind playing and dancing with her hair.
Though for ages he walked a solitary way
The sight caused a stirring deep within.
From ancient ages he searched in shadows dark
Seeking answers in places unseen and unknown.
Yet this power was one never felt before,
Twisting his emotions and piercing him to his core.
It ignited within him a powerful spark,
A burning desire to make her his own.
Eileen never e'en thought, not once in her life
That she could hold sway over a wizard's heart.
Her youthful innocence knew naught of such a thing.
She dreamt of knights slaying dragons, or even of marrying a king.
She could not fathom Galyn wanting her for a wife
Be it through trickery, treachery, guile, or blackest art.
This is a work in progress.
Strange, they call me
Strange I stay
Strangeness from which I don't stray
Until strange is my norm each day
True love's loving me this way
Day's a bore?
Well there's no need
Come along, be strange with me!
Give laughter in times of crying
To the world, let this be my offering
Strange, they call me
That's just fine
Just means there's depth within my mind
Amongst the spares, I'm a rare find
Strangeness being one of a kind
Strange, they say
It's plain to see
Strange people litter history
We've been, we are, and probably will be
Why not come be strange with me
Operating under
Illusory
Neon lights
I thought I was
Winning
The game
But the buzzer
Cries foul.
In the commercials
They laugh
It off.
It’s always
A joke.
It’s a bright world,
Theirs.
Always lit
And never empty.
But what happens
When the lights flicker?
The vile of acid touches his tongue,
It is bitter, burning and horribly wrong.
Lost or found, anything goes.
His slipping mind and this aching crime.
Everything ruptures corrupted by life,
even white in the black shallow mime.
Stupid, dumb-fuck. Why can't he talk?
The shadows dance on the dark,
alluring and cunning giving a spark.
Observe the scorching rays of light!
Neon and blinking on this gruesome night.
The spinning, spiralling world, and this opening void,
Every thing confusing this young, troubled boy.
Look at him! Look at him dance,
to the tune of an aphonic trance.
Blurred reflections on condensed mirrors,
terrible headaches, and vicious tempers,
Everything shifting on such hazy conditions but,
Will he dance and regret again?
This grotesque and stupid addictions.
a kiss
one day I'll be nothing
the best days of my life have been embarrassing myself on social media
it's constant.
there is no sound in the world
muddy infrared generalizations recognized as awareness
in deep thought means I stare at an object in silence.
since then a spider has become more nothing than usual
I think I might have died too
passion for writing is the chemical decay so carbon dating is calculated through words
the truth has never emptied me so thoroughly
my headache is gone, I wish this was good news
a kiss is worth savoring like the number of days your friend's Netflix account stays active
what did God try to create
a reality where one can receive a MFA in loneliness and still manage to be unemployed
that is a distinguished honor especially since Facebook has been pivotal
Darkness in a room where I lay forever
Embodied by a world that guarantees
Nothing
So I'll lift spirits up and ask,
To trap me in a graceful heaven
Created by a simple unconscionable love.
And just as a last thought,
I'll laugh at my nightmare
And I'll strive to never be
A shadow in memories
I was upstairs doing science
I came down for a break
I had sixty seconds to eat a snack
So I fixed myself a shake.
I sipped for fifteen minutes
Then my mother said, "Alright.
It's time to go upstairs to work
or we're gonna have a fight
I looked up at the clock
and I said to mom, "Already?
I still have fifty seconds left
and I still want some spaghetti."
I went to my computer and
I played a fishing game.
I played for twenty minutes
till my mom called out my name
"It's time to go upstairs, my dear!
The day is near its end!"
I still had forty seconds, though
and emails left to send
I sat down on the piano bench
and played the whole book through.
My birds began to chirp and tweet
I clapped my hands and stomped my feet.
My mom began to scream and shout
"Get up, go work, or you'll be out!"
"I only played six songs you know!
I've thirty seconds left to go!"
I opened the door
and stepped quickly outside
I searched for ten minutes
for a good place to hide.
I heard some rustling
very nearby and
a short moment later,
my mom cried out, "WHY??"
"You're deliberately wasting!
Go on! Do your school!
You're driving me crazy!
I'm starting to drool!"
"Please mom, come on!
I thought you were smart.
I've got twenty seconds,
I think I'll do art!"
I got out my pencils,
crayons and paint
I scribbled on paper.
My mom, she felt faint.
"You're getting me mad!
My hair's turning grey!
My skin's turning purple!"
She started to say.
She collapsed on the floor
and screamed bloody murder.
I think everyone in the world
could have heard her.
"Why aren't you working?
I really don't know!
Waiting for you is like
watching grass grow!"
My painting of oranges,
roses and pears,
was super fantastic
but mom didn't care.
I cleaned up the brushes
and rinsed out my hair.
And all this I did
with ten seconds to spare!
I looked out the window,
the sky was pitch black.
The day, it was over,
there's no turning back.
My science, unfinished,
my math stayed undone.
My mother lay limp,
but at least I had fun!
You
Are untamed
Reckless blood and wit intertwined
A twisted, brazen
mind.
Your mind
Is so clearly different
It leaps and soars, so acrobatic
And your thoughts appear to me so hazy and enigmatic
Your mind is simply not pragmatic
Yet your perception knows no bounds.
You have thoughts that come close to insanity
That sometimes flow in the form of profanity.
Your spirit
Is either very high or very low
Up and down, to and fro
There is no in between for you
Some say you are stupidly crazy
The dull ones say that, the ones too lazy
To see beyond the rugged surface.
The subdued and vapid ones
Will never understand the magnetism
Of your sweet, exquisite devilry.
On your face you often wear
A fierce and restless stare
A wan, discontented expression
As though you're always awaiting
Something bigger,
Something better.
You
Are fluid, swaying fire
And I will never tire
Of watching you burn
I can see you brain boil and churn
As it reels into into areas of
madness and chaos.
Your psyche
Is an endless field of dark reverie,
Of fear and vagary.
I know your night terrors
Your savage dreams of death
Screams and bated breath
Unutterable visions
The grotesque world of horror thats spins itself out
And dribbles into your drawings
All those creatures, skeletons gnashing and clawing...
You
Are gentle and thoughtful
Yet you are terrified
Of this dark thing that sleeps within you.
Your eyes - they’re stunning
They’re tempestuous, wanton,
Wild, like some fierce animal peering out of a rusted cage
Oh, your eyes
They are something beautiful, but annihilating
Like Autumn crocus flowers, innocently poisonous
Lids splaying delicately like its violet leaves.
You are tall and strong
And uncontrollable,
And your smile
Is the biggest paradox I've ever encountered
Childlike
And fatal.
You are not
A creature of the commonplace
You are not a slave of the ordinary
You are not a mindless drudge of the mundane
You are free.
Or bewitched, what's the difference
She's a queen
Regal and gorgeous
She's bright as whisky, serene as earl grey
She's got lips of fire
And a body
That cost 4 kings their kingdom.
She exudes an intoxicating perfume
Her lashes are fans upon her golden cheek
Her hair is a halo of the purest gold
She walks with the fluidity of unfurling silk,
Her voice is blue velvet
And jewels fall from her mouth as she talks
I'm
A bit homely
And lost like an unlabeled envelope
And frightened like a child in the dark
I'm a full sponge, and must sometimes weep a little
My crown is ill-fitting
My eyes are weird elfin lights
My heart is as some distant, famine-struck land
I'm a ruffled little bird
And listening to me speak is like watching an unrehearsed play
We are both soldiers
Waging the same vicious war
And unfortunately
This is a world
In which only the swift and strong prevail
We created a world of false accusation
Love soon became only partial remission
You took my freewill, as well as my vision
In return I gave my utmost provision
Of hasty provocation
And less than mindful incision
Into your every thought, and each passing decision
I often sat down, but for once I had risen
Asked, "Why are crawling on the floors of this prison?"
Could not stand one more night under your supervision
There was no longer room for revise and revision
And life doesn't offer any hefty commission
For complying to someone - always asking permission
Our twisted sheets became more like a distasteful collision
Fingers tense as they ached for division
While nails dug deep with careful precision
Yes, sometimes we held hands
And sometimes we held our tongues
Gone quiet with desperate premonition
