Beaux

Beaux Jul 2017

How the proud grape wrinkles into an undesirable raisin
All but the same within itself
Yet the world's eyes see difference

I was once proud like the grape
But now the Sun shrivels my skin
It steals my once desired fill
Changing the flavor of how I am to how I was
Oh the grape was so full
But the raisin is secretly loved and desired

Beaux Jul 2017

Ancient Shores

Delicate branches hang over weeping cliffs
Dancing proudly in the wind
Laughing as the children fall
Knowing not what children are
Playing their songs of ancients untold

Branches dance where children fall
Never knowing a child at all

Beaux Jul 2017

Music to my ears

Silence that plays like a melody
Sorrow lay across black lines
Waves of emotions in every key
Transitions are a shamble
Runs are shaky and weak
With every note
A secret is seen
Singing a tune only sinners sing

Beaux Apr 2017

A Metaphor of Sorts

I can't help but think this is a metaphor of sorts
This sitting and waiting
In a vast seemingly endless hall
Outside the door of a friend who didn't answer
Left by a love who thought she did right by me
I can't help but think
That sitting in this hall
Is supposed to mean so much more to me
But I think it's just a metaphor of sorts

Beaux Apr 2017

Ramblings of Woman

Forced to say words I never meant
I left all I ever wanted alone in a ditch
Pretending it could survive on its own
Using an excuses not to pick up the phone
Crippling every thought I've heard
Regret, heartbreak, blanked emotion
Completely unheard
Leaving certain parts me behind
All while trying to hide
The joy that it brings to my life
Irreplaceable love lust wrapped up in a bow
Tucked in sweet at night
Things made to let go

Beaux Mar 2017

The Idea of Me

Could all be simple
Easing my way into the darkness
Letting loose my grip
No longer clinging to the last straw
Removing all the material
Replacing it with light

Or dark...
Maybe it is darkness

But how I wish it were light
That the stories reign true
So simple

Letting go of me
Letting go of the idea of me

Decaying softly thru the seasons
I'd get flowers more often
Flowers that tears help grow

Beaux Mar 2017

39 Steps

To sit still in the darkness again
Velvet flowing from the Heavens
Graped over golden arms
Revealing a fallen angel
Perked on trees that were
Crying with perfect pitch
Gathering up our souls
Preparing for her feast
Gladly we are devoured
Sitting in the darkness
Watching an angel cry

Speaking false words as truths

Engaging emotions like chemical warefare

Shredding my last bit of humanity
Reinventing the burning triangle
Call me out of the dark
Feast upon what is left