Today upon these very fields
Meadows of green and flowers yield
As breeze stops dead and from the leaves
Comes a young girl in khaki green.
Her dress is light, and her song is sweet
As she picks her way on dainty feet.
But she is not the first to trek
Through fresh-scented woods with curling breath
In khaki green amidst the sea
Of indigo and white and brightest green.
For as she scrabbles amongst dirt and stone
She finds in her hand to be a bone.
Unknowing of the man that shed it like
A moulting woodlark born for flight.
Unknowing too is she of the dew
That clings to blades of grass as slew
Were brothers of flesh and blood and heart.
What once was clouded red is glass.
She rises as the night descends,
Skips home with grubby hands and dress
But she is the only one in khaki green
Whom after those woods was ever seen.
The forest left to whistle and sway
Waits for the girl tomorrow-day
When she will escape its clutches once more
Dancing on the graves of twenty-four.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 6:16 AM UTC
I know I'm ******* wrong
I'm the sickness in the poor man's bones.
Parasytical, I move in you
I drive your desire,
Feed you fire
Slip away when I'm overthrown.
Face your fears
In the mirror
You know you crave Death's chase.
Pupils black
Staring back
I can touch your face.
Fingertips cold,
Baby you're bold,
You don't flinch away.
I enter through a single sin
Slipping underneath your skin
Oh Darling,
I am here to stay.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
Painfully beautiful
Enchantress unreal.
Flaunts her darkness, dutiful
All her frills of sin
All her laces of evil.
Mystifying, electrifying
Seethes like lightning
Lethal to touch
She’s scorching, Excruciating, blinding.
Red dresses with hems alight
Fire-laden wings aflight
Collect, sinners unite
Bow to her to live
Endure her to survive.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
Forged in fire
his tainted smile
carved by deft hands of deceit.
Along this narrow passage
the walls fold in.
He lurks at the end
But a blank face
But a pair of hunched shoulders.
We know of his
cold,
dead,
eyes.
We feel his pull
like burning chains
lodged under our ribs,
reminding us of our fragility
as we break
like a dying tree.
Flaked away has our innocence
for right before our bloodshot irises
are the twisted, tarnished roots of the thorns
that seek to uproot us,
snake around our ankles,
and rub our flesh to raw crimson
as they drag us into their jaws of crushing teeth.
A flood of acid,
eating at our spines,
warping our faces
beyond the point of recognition.
And then they break us.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
There is a little flower
Sat in front of me
Purple and delicate
It tilts its head in pity
As it watches in forever silence
At my scarily endless tears
At my gagging devastation.
The realisation of my fears.
I'm thinking of my only Daughter
The very light of my being
That lost her life last night
A sudden, unjust reckoning.
This flower in front of me
Has a note attached to its stem.
It says "I'm sorry you lost Her"
But Her life meant nothing to them.
This beautiful, wilting creature
is meant to replace Her
As if a pathetic flower
Could ease these crippling burns.
This single papery display of nature
Is just as temporary as She.
In a few weeks it'll be dead like her
Tell me flower - was she robbed of life,
or is she free?!
Is this some kind of cruel joke?
They feel my pain "like an ache in their heart"
But as if to remind me of what I just went through
They give a grieving mother a dying plant.
And yet...
Its beauty reminds me of Her...
Its delicate movements in the breeze
Its quiet solitude and sophistication...
Colour of the deepest seas.
I'll enjoy it while I can
The lift before the fall
I'll give this flower a chance because
maybe it's not so bad after all...
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
Watching the warped horizon
I’m drowning in my tears.
I can see the surface
and it’s so far from here.
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I seek out the pain?
It’s like I’m addicted to hurting
Thrive off the feeling of sinking
Of melting away.
Until I go so deep
And realise I need to breathe
Then I’m screaming for air,
Someone, drag me out of here, PLEASE.
And yet I never take their hands
I never put the effort in
I never try to hold my breath
I never really try to swim
It’s my drug and I love it
And that is so wrong
But it scares me to death
When I’m down there too long.
When I can’t break the surface
That is when I scream
WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?!
DO YOU HATE YOURSELF? IS THAT IT?
Or are you just so empty….
Every single day…
That misery is salvation
In so many ways.
It’s easy to find
And it’s easy to cry
And you bear it for a while
Until
You
Feel like
You want
To die.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
You’re preaching your vanity
To my innocent insanity
But I will hide within
While you strut and jut your chin.
Feeble destruction, I confess
Sitting in my pretty dress.
Ribbons of gold and silk of blue
I wouldn’t lift my skirt for you.
Roses white and gentle pink
Stained with red when the thorns *****
To behead a rose - 'tis not wise
Our stinging beauty terrifies.
Among the peonies, footsteps soft
Pretty little ladies’ faces don’t rot.
Corsets choking our manic laughter
Underneath her frills it’s a disaster.
My innocent insanity
Comes with a smile.
Take my paper hand good sir
Stay with me for a while.
You’ll enter blind
And leave a new man
Able to hear
That that is not there
And barely able to stand.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
Need for control, keep them in line,
Emotions cannot stay.
It’ll do no good,
For my mind to stray.
The thought of losing control,
Doing something not entirely planned:
A nightmare, terrifying.
God have mercy, I can’t stand.
Under this spell,
Her image never leaves me.
Imposter – what is this?
W h a t
A r e
Y o u
D o i n g
T o
M e ?
Can’t take my eyes off.
My shell of steel, it weeps,
Slowly melting,
Pooling at our feet.
The light inside pours out,
Gasping with rattling lungs for some air,
Golden, but cold, divine and lonely,
I’d be no man to say I’m scared.
The light, it spreads.
Moving with her grace,
Like an angel’s glow
That seeps across her face.
Control slips its hand from mine,
Like a parent letting go of her child.
Go, it whispers. You don’t need me,
Not with her eyes, her smile.
Back and forth back and forth,
Light, control, light, control.
Balanced on the edge of nothingness
Don’t fall into that hole.
Control shrinks to nothing,
And emotion is forced into my lungs
Like being drowned.
No longer dodging the guns.
That’s when I pull her to me
Our hearts scream inside.
My brain yelling “DON’T YOU DARE!”
I won’t. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t possibly-
I lied.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
Mirror mirror on the wall
How dare you show me that face
I am disgusted the image displayed
'Tis one I must replace.
Mirror mirror on the wall
Turn away from me
Don't highlight my eyes or the curve of my lips
I don't want to see.
Mirror mirror on the wall
You ambush me every time I come in.
There she is, glaring in glassy grey
The woman with a face of sin.
Mirror mirror on the wall
I'll drape a veil over you
Just like I do myself every day
You can be a mourner too.
Mirror mirror on the floor
Look at your warped shards of me
A fit of anger, a rage of hate
I have won, and I.
Will.
Not.
See.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
First there was fear
A stranger approaching.
Caressing me
Touching me,
Stroking my neck
with fingers so silky
I questioned whether they were there.
There was no use fighting
But I didn't know
And so I tried.
In one swift spin
like a lady on a dance floor
I was whirled into a wall.
Gentleman, ever so gentle,
He lay me against the brick
Like smoothing a poster flat.
Moving his hands
deft and soft,
up and down me, like a lover,
but only as a hunter.
I melted under his touch,
He took me by the chin and pulled me close.
And my breath was taken away from me
upon smelling his heavenly scent.
Like the vermilion rose of a summer's day
dipped in honey,
Sickly and welcoming.
I eased into his embrace,
His lips brushed my neck,
Pressing harder, harder,
I could barely feel the pain.
His lips pulled at my skin,
the warmth rushed into my head
and I grew sleepier and sleepier.
Sighing into his collarbone,
Against his open collar,
'Twas a rip into reality
When he pulled away.
I never got to see the face
of my ten second lover.
He vanished before my blurry eyes
And left me weak and trembling
With blood running down my neck
and from his lips.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC