melissa-hardie
American
I spend my time chasing the ghosts of butterflies, and howling down the winter moon. / / I am the darling of the dance, when all that is left on the floor are the spirits of gentlemen lost. / / I am delightfully, deliciously insane, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I make no apologies for who I am,
I offer no hesitations.
I take what I need from the fat of the lamb
and give ewe no explanations.
My teeth gleam sharply and my bark is loud.
It echoes from hollow to glen.
I howl for my loved ones, solemn and proud,
and hold them all close in my Den.
I know Great Spirit smiles upon me
and teaches me songs of the Mother.
I carry Her blessings to all of my Kin,
a message of love to another.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
End Times
Rained blood in the city this morn.
It congealed in the back alleyways.
And the street corner prophets proclaimed
that now was the end of all days.
And then into town came the plagues
on swift paws of rats and their fleas,
and the street corner prophets themselves
succumbed to the mighty disease.
For God protects not the accusers
and glass always falls to tossed stones.
Death stalks the living intently
til naught will remain but dry bones.
They say End Time quickly approaches,
so Beware! For it comes with the dawn.
But we find once the day breaks upon us
that the world, just the same, still rolls on.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
You strand yourself on an empty beach;
Food, water, or wine you cannot reach.
You starve yourself, you’re beyond speech.
You bore yourself, you’ve no one to teach.
The tears run down your sunburned face.
You tear at your hair, a basket case.
You’re inconsequential in this space,
Despite your fine breeding, despite your grace.
You amuse yourself with mixed up lore.
You laugh at your wit like it’s no small chore.
You don’t have enough and you want more,
But your eyes are wet and your brain is sore.
You swear that you aren’t the one that’s insane.
But you’re begging for water while drowning in rain.
Your record is skipping, you’re stuck on your pain..pain…pain…pain
As you sit on the sand, counting each grain.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
This struggle of lovers blazes
forever in my heart.
Always wanting happiness
but only flames calm the smoke.
Cold reigns despite the heat of passion.
Consequence remains.
Fleeting, lilting songs surround us.
Love dances to the beat of drumming hearts
only to be gone again tomorrow.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
There are books in the windows,
books on the floors.
There are books in the alleyways
and books in the doors.
Every place that I look,
every thing that I see
becomes turning pages.
They're calling to me.
The written word,
so seductive and dear,
can be darkness or light,
can be echoes or clear.
It can be playful
or burdened with thought.
It can be freedom
or it can be bought.
Regardless the status
this much is true.
Your world is the books,
and the books...they are You.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
I remember what you're going through.
It hasn't slipped my mind.
All the days and nights of struggling.
All the jerks who were unkind.
The screaming of your parents and
their apathy, your tears.
The constant wear and tear that makes you
older than your years.
You see the scars I'm carrying
upon my heart and skin.
I've made the same mistakes before.
You just can't let them win.
So get lost inside your music,
crank those speakers loud,
lift your black-rimmed eyes and snarl.
Wear your scars, be proud!
I'll be here to wipe your tears and
hold your tired hand.
Just remember little sister
some adults do understand.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC
Oh what a weary heart have I,
as I watch my loved ones earthly lie.
And though I may long to lay me down
and freely relinquish my mortal crown
ever northward continues my gait
and I shuffle, rambling, toward that final state.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
I don’t cry often but when I do it’s torrential.
It’s often something you said, or did…
because no one in this world can make me cry quite like you.
The words came out of your mouth so harsh
and I felt like my soul just shriveled and shrank away.
I asked you to leave before I cried,
I didn't want you seeing my tears.
My gold green eyes welled up with oceans of pain.
You stood there stubbornly, as though you could fix it.
“Go” I sobbed…begging you to give me a moment
let me fix myself…let me pull the pieces back together
at least leave me my dignity.
You walked away, shoulders slumped as if I had hurt you
Or as though you were worried for me…
Don’t worry though…
As you said, I’m flighty, I get bored easy
I’ll be over it tomorrow…
Sometimes it amazes me how little you know me.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 3:56 AM UTC
I’m not anyone’s idea of Cinderella.
Sadly, I won’t be attending the ball.
My slippers aren’t glass, and no one will ask
for my hand in this grand entrance hall.
My lips aren’t blood, and my skin is not snow
No dwarves do I have, let alone seven.
There’s no evil Queen to lock me in sleep,
no Prince to redeem me from Heaven.
I don’t have gold locks, a tower length long.
No witch keeps me locked here beside her.
No spindle pricked fingers, nor dragons on guard.
Nothing special this night will occur.
I’m alone in this world, no Prince of my own.
No one waiting to kiss these lips lightly.
There’s no dashing great steed, no gallant deed.
Sadly, no more men who act knightly.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
Taurus, bull goddess, strong and proud.
Sometimes lazy, quite often loud.
Mother, protector, stubborn as hell.
Obstinate, difficult, but meaning well.
She sharpens her horns on whoever comes near
And more than her horns, it’s her mouth you should fear.
Creature of earth, Taurus woman is strong.
Won’t let you forget that she’s never wrong.
She’ll love you forever, loyal ‘till death.
She’ll defend you fiercely, give her last breath.
If you love one be thankful, she’ll not let you fall.
She’s Taurus, proud mother, and she’s standing tall.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC