I was a runner
fleeing from homespun horrors that
wrapped around my delicacy like a tourniquet
Only a child attempting to bestir
the warrior dormant within;
having no idea the enthrallment
she reveled in,
I learned to accost my demons
Nigh, even at the wide-eyed age of eight,
scarred
shattered
broken
I found, in a hand-crafted cardboard crate,
my only chance at freedom
Every Saturday I'd sneak away
to my makeshift universe
that gave life to dreams unspoken --
I would crouch and crawl
through thorn-encrusted branches
enclosed in a thicket,
sunbeams cutting into the tangles
alighting my face, piercing my eyes
The oceans breath
cascaded over the brush,
and everything, suppressed,
would fall into a hush
until I breached the winding path
Amongst the jungle of weeds/rose garlanded structures,
high above the jagged rocks
and wide open mouth of the watery abyss,
my hideaway centered --
flimsy cardboard walls,
brightly painted bold brazen symbols protecting all who entered,
tightly sealed with an invisible lock
opening only when voices of forgotten children fluttered through the air
I'd stand silent beneath the incandescent sky,
for just a moment,
breathing deep the silken salty breeze
and ****** my arms out to the sides
like the seagulls hovering over the loud, fathomless cavern of the sea
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC
A public bathroom floor seems as good as any floor to lie upon
as the rush knocks me backwards
as the liquid dreams invade
as the hours of the day
slowly slide away
as I wander down the tracks
as my heart gives way to an attack,
a public bathroom floor seems as good as any floor to lie upon
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
Guardian
My darkest hour
amongst lingering shadows
a fresh picked wild flower
did I find
Through the storm
My weakest moment
I held my breath
in silent fear
I'd be its death
That it would wilt
within my grasp
That it would fade
as dawn would pass
The thunder roared
and demons hovered
I sought not shelter
but merely covered
this one true treasure
for I had no other
I fiercely smothered
I let it suffer --
like my tranquil
breathtaking
linguistic lover
Until it's warmth
I soon discovered
altered form
into another
Alas, this wild one
this bold, red velvet mum
had also been in shadow spun...
Petal turned to feather
soft and hallow
Beneath wicked weather
I succumbed to thee
this peace of angel
sent to me
His wings he wrapped
enclosing me
in a silky caress
like the breeze
As he breathed
Just let go and be
So there I stayed amidst
the breathtaking vision
slipping into dreams
of many things
I always thought
could never be
When I awoke
the storm had passed
and sun kissed waves
like lightening crashed
into the sand
I stared in awe
frozen in time
at a once banned realm
that suddenly was mine
But fear then shook me --
The angel gone!
A fleeting memory
He hadn't lasted long
My dream it seemed
was not my own
I began to run
then fell in tears
beneath the sun
Suddenly
and unforeseen
with feathery tip
he brushed my lip
and softly whispered
to me, from behind
I will not leave you
for you are mine
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
The leather belt
Tastes burnt
Acidic, bitter
Sinking teeth
Biting wider
Tug it tight
Tighter, tighter
Knuckles turning
Whiter, whiter
**** it hard
Harder, harder
Veins swelling
Twitching
Hungry, hungry
******* itching...
Pull back the plunger
Gently, gently
Swirl of blood
The barrel floods
The liquid dance
One last chance
To see the sun
Now push it slow
Steady, steady
Drifting, floating
Downward spiral
Slowly falling
The empty vial
Vacant dreaming
Drool streaming
Eyes fluttering
Body shuttering
Thoughts stuttering...
All this for one more sting
Now tell me:
Can you hear the angels sing?
Bittersweet was my
Surrender
Look at me
Nothing's left...
That I remember
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC