Old friend, we lost it all!
We went our separate ways
While rain pummeled the rooftop
and mellow autumn wind caressed a poppy's cheek.
We drove home together, but felt far apart.
As if we never knew each other..
And the bond between us severed
As the lumberjack uproots a tree,
Merciless and mandatory!
Old friend,
Although I still hear the rustling of paper from your chamber,
Your heartbeat seems to have stopped
And your congealed blood reeks of hostility.
I sit here, hiding my head in my bony hands
Which you would hold as we fell asleep.
We were children at the time
innocent and whimsical.
We were captives of our own little kingdom
Funny how our fortress tumbled down
and we chained ourselves to the ruins that remained..
This is not how our stroy should have gone.
Tell me if there's anything I can do other than cry, miss those days
or pour my heart into a poem you'll never read...

At 4:40 am I sat alone in my bed
and embraced the thought of you
that rapped me gently across the knuckles
The night seemed distant now
and the dawn took years to arrive
The dawn of a new gloom
The dawn of my end
The black hand of sorrow
That pulled me out of each dream I made
to keep even the faintest smell of you alive
You weren't there to hold my hand
or to be sorry.
At 4:40 am I thought of you much
and the front wall swallowed my sobs
love was the last item on my shelf
It was coagulated and nasty now
I picked it up and placed it by the door
Perhaps the approaching sun could burn away
all the impurity, injustice and adulteration
of what we held in high esteem
and kept sacred with our illusory reasoning.
the thought of you faltered into a tear
and I knew our story was at an end.

I wish for the monster to be hidden
forever, lest anybody else be bitten
as I am, but that is no matter, la!
my blood succumbs to its venom
my ruptured veins and invaded serum
His black hand draws a smile on my lips
It takes a second or less until it flips
into a torrent in my eyes to wash away
every happy feeling I had during the day
But what if someone counted every scar
sustained and found this little girl bizzare?
Let the sleeping monster lie and never speak
outside this verse, lest they call you a freak.

Pearls keep descending from the sky
Rocks so taken over by the constant tedious attack of waves
with their greyish hue
and fierce fists
The abrupt slap of time
The thunder's wheezy cry
and the pending of a rusty boat say
the boatman's approach was due
but three hours have passed.
The bank is retired
and the moon burnt sands retreat
into the heart of ocean .
sharks feed on fresh flesh.
in awe of a blue tang's suicide note
My lover and I are sailing to the moon
to hunt down stars.

I tread on faith
and face my maker,unmasked and ruthless
with the sad hat of the mad hatter on
Where is my little apple?
I did not ask to grapple
with griffins and Sphinxes
to win eternal wisdom
I am the poor wretched hag
hard to grasp or fathom
from the nearby village
who had but a slice of bread to devour
Where is my apple?
Somewhere in the depth of a valley
or at the heart of a volcano?
Are my broken wings supposed
to cease fire or fly higher than the sun?
Give me my apple, pampered idol!
And go boast of your majesty.

I prefer to sleep all day long
You see, keep my eyes closed
Than stare at this multitude of ants
following the taste of something sweet
Where are you? In a hopeless dream I had
as I wallowed in the bitter reality
of your absence..
your absence..
your absence..
I will live to dream you are here
darling,
I hope those ants keep away from you
Lest you be bitten..
Lest you close your eyes.
-Tina RSH