Mockingbird smiles, glimmering eyes and feathers soft,
All wings and claws and a sharp beak.
She sings no songs,
Murmurs no sweet melodies.
She cackles and screams,
Wicked and dark,
Twisted like paper tossed to the flames.
She's madness incarnate,
Desperation clings to her like cobwebs and mist,
She's always running away from the past,
Too afraid to let anyone close,
So terrified of being forgotten,
She never lets them know her.
Weak willed and bitter,
A cynic, a pessimist,
She's broken but never lets him see.
She's afraid he'll turn away,
That he won't understand.
She reaches for him,
Yet stops before she can even graze him.
She's ashamed of herself,
Of her insecurities.
She clings to trivial things,
Comic book dreams,
Stories splayed in fictional splendor.
She rambles because it keeps her from spilling truth,
Like fountains from battered lips.
She wants touch,
Honesty,
Something real.
She doesn't care if it's perfect.
She just longs for real,
For something lasting.
Her longing makes her always bitter.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
Coldness seeps and ebbs,
Flowing like ocean tides,
Waves dragging brine and grit behind,
Tears washing away the day.
Candles flicker in the dark,
Casting shadows across the scars,
Catching the gleam of her rings,
Cascades of iridescence falling from her eyes.
She's hollow now,
A shell left on the beach.
Hairline fractures bisect her being,
As she tries to hold herself together.
It's no use.
She's always falling apart,
Just below the surface,
Ashamed of her weakness,
Afraid to be turned away.
She's always afraid to be forgotten.
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 1:10 AM UTC
She's a clockwork misery,
Cogs turning, cranking,
Spilling tears over the edge,
Skin flaking along makeshift seems.
Bitter words bubbling to her lips,
Drowning in the after thoughts.
Clawing her way to the surface,
Only to be stalled by the stones.
Her body aches and shudders,
Breathing ragged, cheeks soaked,
***** smears where the make up ran,
Eyes shining like sun lit glass.
Tangible sorrow,
So sweet and thick,
Like honey in her throat,
Choking on the taste of her misery,
Until even her thoughts grow dim.
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 10:57 PM UTC
I can hear the wind,
Feel it rush across my skin.
The rain is tearing at the corners of my flesh,
Dragging me away like grit pulled by waves.
Shadows twist and turn, crawling across the ground, stalking me.
Branches scrape, scratch, tug, tear.
The storm washes away the blood,
leaving me cold and exhausted.
Knees cave, worn from the weight, the struggle.
The gravel scratches away to new layers,
Softer parts undamaged.
The sting helps, calms a little,
Brings me back from the edge.
The storm rages on around me,
Destructive and soulless,
Chaotic and trembling
Whipping leaves across my face,
Tangling them into my hair.
I am this storm,
It rages inside of me,
Fills me.
I am this storm,
And this storm is all I am.
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 1:41 AM UTC
If by the grace of something higher,
The stars are shining dimly,
On this city stretched below.
Cars whisper of running,
Leaves tell stories of the old,
The darkness sustains these tales,
Draws you in and leads you astray.
The stillness is comforting,
You pull it tightly around yourself,
Whisper that you need it,
That it keeps you sane,
Keeps you warm,
Whole,
Complete.
It's a lie.
You know that.
But you're always running,
Spinning webs of false truths.
Even your eyes no longer betray,
The coldness within your core.
Moths are drawn to a flame,
Like the thought of winter,
Draws you in and murmurs,
Sweet nothings that you hold dear.
My bitter one,
You're wasting,
Rotting,
Decay is falling from your lips.
Your face is writ with creases,
Folding paper,
Drawing lines.
You, as well, will soon be gone.
Jul 5, 2011
Jul 5, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
Here again at the edge of the fall
Take a deep breath and close your eyes
The drop off is closer than it seems
You're fading again
Loose crystal smiles cling to your lips
Too tired to hold on any longer
We watched and we waited
But the heart of the beast only grew stronger
In waiting for it to die, we gave it life
Gave it the will to carry on
And no one thought to call
And no bothered to write
We just sat and we stared
Carving bullets out of the walls
Tired movies loop in our eyes
Worn out songs eat away at our ears
The darkness is pressing in on us
Smothering, covering, choking the life force
Remember, darling, we brought this on ourselves
How many times did we say it couldn't get worse?
It can't happen to me?
How many times did we tell them all we were invinsible?
Truth be told, love,
We were only freshmen and amatuers.
Jul 3, 2011
Jul 3, 2011 at 8:05 AM UTC
We're spinning down, falling
The petals on flowers like leaves from a tree
Always falling, always twirling.
Ashes on the water
There's a whisper in my mind
And voices I can't seem to find.
Spiders sway in a delicate breeze
The world catching fire tonight
Melting away the ice that is the core of our being.
We found the way to paradise
Somewhere over the farthest horizon
But the price we paid wasn't worth result.
You'd take my hand if you could
Whisper sweetly in my ear at night
And I would die in those arms
Finally feeling safe and secure.
The songs we'd sing are sticking
Choking in my throat with the taste
There's a scent of blood on the air
And all I wanted was you.
I would die a thousand ways
If I knew I would always awake in your arms
I'd give up forever for an hour
Give up eternity for your love
Somewhere beyond the horizons.
Jul 3, 2011
Jul 3, 2011 at 8:01 AM UTC
We are running, always running
The ground beneath us is crumbling
Everything around us turning to dust
The wind is fire on our backs
We're running out of time
The disaster we bred catching us
Claiming and destroying us
That road really is paved
With the very best of intentions
But the walls are lined with the worst.
The past was ours to claim
Shaping a future we can't escape
Cancerous and corrosive,
This was all our doing
We never dreamed of a present so dark
When our past was so warm and bright.
Funny thing about fate and chance
We never do realize what the cost will be
What it could be
How much it will bring us down
Into the flames of a new world order
This is our catastrophy.
Jul 3, 2011
Jul 3, 2011 at 7:53 AM UTC
Sitting in a darkened room
Coloring shades of grey
Hiding eyes and covering walls
Bleeding lips and stains of lies
Silver rings glittering
Link by link
Chained to the misery
Holding on to the darkness
The spirit is shattered
Broken wings spilled around her
Dust covered memories
A bitter past and dying trees
The wounds have closed
The scars remain
Etches of echoes
A constant reminder
You could be free.
Jul 3, 2011
Jul 3, 2011 at 7:50 AM UTC
One
No need for an introduction,
She was ****** incarnate, volatile pandemonium.
She was always gone by the morning’s pale light,
No pins could stick her, pretty glass doll.
She was his tangible addiction,
Sweeter than any pixie sugar,
Yet poisonous as a viper.
“Phantasmagoria,” she’d breathe,
Her words freezing and falling, broken diamonds.
“What?” his confusion so sweet.
She cackled then,
Chaotic grins folding over gossamer silk.
He just shook his head,
Knowing she was a tragedy.
He could never hold her,
Thorns tore ragged lines into him every time he tried.
She was his to have, to gaze at,
But never to touch.
She was intransigent, lying eyes and battered lips,
Scars tugged at his heart whenever he looked,
Bleeding masquerades of perfection in her curves.
Porcelain masks adorned with crimson feathers,
So shocking against the ebony walls.
The masks were like her smile, he had decided so long ago,
Hanging a new one every six months.
He saw right through her.
Two
Malignant words bubbled from her lips,
She blew him EXPLOSIVE kisses,
Her eyes full of iridescent splendor and charm.
She gave herself to him completely,
Tired of running on the fuel of a thousand shattered hearts.
Pale like winter,
He was fierce like autumn leaves in a fiery glow.
His eyes were a swirl of blue,
So deep, hypnotic and entrancing.
His hair was black as a crow,
Soft as velvet against bare flesh.
He was beauty in a terrible splendor,
Pale, carved marble, breath-taking and alive.
His kisses were spider-silk,
Dripping venom down her throat.
“Extemporaneous,” he’d sigh,
His words left behind the after taste of chocolate.
“Everything is,” echoed her bittersweet reply.
Chemical smoke poured from his mouth,
When he parted his lips to speak.
She loved the way it danced in the glow of the fire.
Three
The curve of her smile let you see the whole asylum.
Oh how she’d laugh, broken glass in her eyes,
When he’d nibble her flesh so softly.
Her eyes flashed red,
A brief shutter speed of a moment.
He’d saunter up to her,
Leather pants worn as a second skin.
His eyes glittered in the dark,
The ocean by moonlight.
He spun her in dizzy circles.
“Vertigo baby, you spin me high with vertigo,”
He’d laugh, watching her stumble.
They were psychotic lovers in a masquerade of midnight frenzies,
Graveyard picnics and ballroom dancing the mausoleum.
They were a Gothic fairytale without the ever-after,
Kings fighting for their queens,
That and the dragon ate the kNight.
Moonlight tans and wrought-iron fences,
They kept the world at bay.
“No one needs to know,” she whispered beneath the crying tree,
“Let them wonder in solitude,” her voice soft as a feather.
The zephyr smelled of ice and heartbreak.
Four
Silver needles with glitter tips,
Pulled star-studded thread through her lips,
Anything to keep the lies from spilling out.
“Desperate hours call for drastic measures,”
Barbed-wire bled from familiar tongues.
Tiny symbols on her lover’s face,
A black mask stitched with silver Zodiac charms.
He was her hero in Venetian adornments,
If you ignored the combat boots.
SAFTEY,
An over-rated opinion.
(Throw away the key.)
The pond froze over,
Reflecting dark-eyed ghosts of glass.
The paint on the masks cracked,
The feathers faded long ago.
He held her close,
Feeling her thorns tear him o p e n.
He bled sweet metallic candy for her.
She’d be gone again in the morning.
Five
She sighed, keeping perfect rhythm with the visions in her eyes.
The cold seeping slowly into every pore,
Electrifying ever nerve and fiber.
Haunting whispers on the wind,
Reminders of another life.
I’ll love you forever; I miss you already,
She scrawled in black ink on the bathroom mirror.
He scrubbed for weeks,
But the message never faded.
Then you shouldn’t have left,
He painted in slow red cursive beneath it.
He’d always wait for her.
Six
So innocent when she pouted,
Lying little girl with a cracked doll’s mask,
Just like the faces he hung on the wall.
When she smiles, the truth comes out,
The perfect killer with the perfect guise.
She’d blow chemical rings to your heart,
Knowing how deep they’d cut.
She savored the taste so bitter and sweet,
Liquid candy, deep red cherries.
He relished the glitter in her eyes,
When she was off on another “Suicide Mission”,
As her friends so poetically dubbed them.
He bound himself to her,
With black lace chords and red wrist ribbons.
They lusted for a never-ending destruction,
No amount of chaos could sate their desire.
“You are a tragedy,” he once told her,
“A million deaths in the making.”
She always laughed at those words,
Tears stinging her face when she was away.
“I’m your tragedy, my love,” she called sweetly to the wind.
Tie the mask tight,
Check the powder around your eyes,
Lace up that corset,
This job is just a masquerade.
Shade is not your name,
And the Emancipator knows it.
He’ll keep your secret as long as you work,
Pretty little ****** doll.
“I miss him,” she whispered,
Her eyes so full of sorrow.
“Then go home,” he told her.
Simple phrases break hearts the fastest.
Seven
Her hand trembled, eyes wide, so fearful,
This homecoming no different than the dozens before it.
He opened the door before she could even caress its silver handle.
Startled, he stood there and gaped,
Trying to convince himself that she had actually come back.
“Five years is a long time to be gone without calling,” he whispered,
A shaking hand brushed the hair from her eyes.
She caught his hand,
Pressed it hard against her face,
Her tears carved shallow channels down her cheeks.
“I missed you.”
He glanced away,
His hand dropped to his side like a stone,
“Then you shouldn’t have left.”
She knew he was right when she turned to leave again,
“I’m sorry,” she murmured, almost choking on her words.
He grasped her wrist,
Pulled her into his arms, clutching her tightly,
His blue eyes deep puddles.
“I thought I’d lost you.”
Eight
She was home for a moment,
Maybe even longer,
To dance upon his paper heart.
(Look at those steep red stilettos.)
He was happy for a moment,
Maybe even longer,
To have her in his arms again.
(No matter how deep the thorns cut.)
“Aniya, my dear, you’ll be the death of me,”
He sighed, holding his lips to hers.
“I’ll be the death of myself,”
She replied sardonically, entwining her fingers in his hair.
They were restless, half crazed in the heat,
The terror mounting passion in fire,
So cold it burned flesh from the bone.
They were the purest form of calamity,
A delicate sense of fatality,
Like lightening through a sea of metal.
“Damien, my love, you are my addiction,”
She purred, her hands caressed his face.
“Likewise, my darling,” he smiled,
He pulled those pale hands to his lips.
Nine
The tension mounted outside those wrought-iron gates,
A war bubbling to the surface,
The first of many, a battle for the ages.
Lace up those ebony heels,
Tie the corset tighter and tighter,
Dizzy from the pressure.
Make sure all the swords are sleek as blood,
Clear as the freshest waters.
Slick back the hair,
Tie the mask tighter and tighter,
He was dizzy from the anticipation.
Make sure all the guns have silver bullets,
And all the spears have jagged edges.
The troops rained in,
The fire arms screamed,
Eagles of flame danced in the sky.
Celebrations started before the dust could even settle.
Jul 3, 2011
Jul 3, 2011 at 5:37 AM UTC