Woman of the bow
Beauty unknown
Soul burns brighter at night
Collapsing dreams
Sweet remedy
Devil's enchantress indeed
Tender embrace
Hearts that race
Touch like a goddess, my sweet

But you are not mine.
No, you've never been mine.
Sweet mistress, you're only a dream.

In the midst of all my chivalry,

I have realization,

Am I not a lady,

As woman for woman,

Explain her reasoning,

Behind such acts of hermit's bliss.

Wearing mangle armor of silver,

Poisoned apples laid by my side,

And asleep I did quickly fall,

Knight was I but also,

A princess indeed.

Cursed or bewitched,

No longer chivalrous I seem,

Left waiting for a kiss,

Amongst the trees.

Quietly I shall sleep,

Until a knight like I,

Woman for woman,

I'm alive.

Birthdays are usually seen as a time of celebration. It is almost as if many ask the world to thank them for their existence and there is nothing wrong with that form of celebration. I’m glad you exist. However, for my birthday (which was a couple days ago) I would like to thank every single one of you for your existence. It is you who I should thank for this life I have. Without your thoughts, whether they be good or evil or void or valid, I would not exist. And if you’ve ever taken even a nanosecond out of one of your days to think of me, thank you. You really didn’t have to, but I am so appreciative you did. My birthday is considered a time of self-reflecting and know that I thought of you. Because a piece of each one of you has made this whole that is me. You are an incredible person who is unique and ever evolving. So, happy unbirthday to you, beautiful. I love you.

You *******.
You, ****..****.

Backwoods bury ideals of true southern comfort
My tears are no longer cleansing nor purifying
I have escaped my sanity

******* IT. YOU *******.
CONFEDERATE FLAG WAVING *******.

**** or be killed
Oh, you stupid *******.....
That's my family, my friends, my companions
Four legged fur ***** who only cared to run

YOU *******

I'll find you and the poison soaked food you offer my friends
I'm sure they smiled at you
I'm sure you were kind
I'm sure you caressed them with care
Then with that cursed devil's grin

YOU SON OF *****
YOU KILLED MY FAMILY

I hear her now...

Her name is Gabby
Gabriel when I'm angry.
She the last one and I hear her begging mercy..

"Please."

I'll do what you've done to them
See if your hunting grounds free
I hope it was worth every bit of the poison
Because it shall come back in threes.

You couldn't wash the blood away
Running to the sink

But the well ran dry
Pulling apart your skin
Trying to hide

The crime that you committed
Alone in the dark

Chalking up all the silly remarks
Staining your soul
Along with your shirt

You had no idea you could cause this kind of hurt

But the point wasn't to cover the sin

The point was to live in it

To breath it all in

Suddenly the sin is you and you are it

And the blood on your hands was simply a hint

At what you truly are
A little old flame
Sitting alone


*eating hearts

I'm trying to find a delicate way of saying, "You two-faced, judgmental, backstabbing, heartbreaking harlot! How dare you make me feel anything less than myself! I worshipped the quicksand you walked on until it ****** me under! Leaving me glad to gasp for air as the filth filled my lungs! Because I'd rather suffer a slow painful death than feel what I feel for you one minute longer! You oblivious woman!"

Oh, I've got it...
"I hope love finds you. Farewell."

The full force of a blow behind a balled fist.
5 fingers curled together like children of the Depression huddling for warmth.
Weathered skin ripping as atoms burst and disrupt at the powerful touch.
Aries cries out to his child: MORE.
Dividing the air that controls space's pressure and reconfiguring its flow.
Pain has no home in these halls.
Let them echo with my ****** screams from the subconscious.
BREAK IT. BREAK IT. BREAK IT.
TEAR THE HEAVENS DOWN.
SHRED YOUR SANITY.
DISSOLVE YOUR MORALS.
HELL! I COME TO YOUR GATES AND I SAY!!!!!


....I say..
*Relieve me.

I go back
Like the tide being pulled by the moon

I go back
Like the rewind button on an 80's tune

I go back
Like reading a twisted plot again to be sure

I go back
Like an addict quitting "for good"

I go back
Like a mother losing a child with no time

I go back
Like a heartbeat being revived

I go back
Like the hand of an abuser before the strike

I go back
Like there's still time left in the fight

I go back
Like some fathers' go back to the bar

I go back
And I stare...
I just stare into the dark

How I miss the warmth of your flame
Sheltered by a blanket of sincerity
Kind hearts be all that I knew
Silk covered fingertips for the bad
A glance, oh thy glance
One should not possess such power
One wink, to my knees I fall
Thy eyes be a window to a soul, yes
Allow me to look upon an immortal soul
Send my body to the masses
For spirituality is all you allow me feel
Whimsically I float along
Much like a sparrow with a song

Woman, oh thy spirit be bright
Thy heart be gold
Thy thoughts so clear and true
Thy mind strong
Thy body delicate
Oh, thy passion... words be too little for that.

Be we children of the stars
That we feel not the warmth of the Sun
But the warm embrace of our Mother
Perhaps cousin or brother, in fact
That maybe as we stare into the sky
At night that feeling of unknowing is actually knowing
A sense of love
A sense of home
Be we stardust or be we dust
We are here
We are the same
We are together

I can never tell if I am waking up or falling asleep
You see, my dreams
No, they're not dreams at all
When I close my eyes; I soon open them

In both realities, there is time
And days
And months
And years
And even seconds to spare

But where am I now?
It's the same bed
It's the same house
It's the same floor
But, but, but the day was just night!

Stuck on a hamster wheel of reality
My dreams are not short
In fact, it's like living indeed
It's torturous confusing realities

You. Ha. You are here.
Or there, I suppose.
But that cannot be
So obviously to me
This is the dream.

To be lost in a daze
Body burns for your ways
How those eyes capture my being
Corrupted and twisted
Some call it the 6th sin
The way sometimes we behave
But all that it could be
It shall be and would be
Because you have found new meaning in me
My love, my dear
You've turned gloom to cheer
And this is your poem today

Perhaps you'd like the medicated me
The ways they use to medicate me
Made being medicated the only me to see
Fully functional gear of the machine
Unstoppable not talkative
Absolutely no cognitive thought
Fully functioning just for these
People who never understood my words
They said I spoke in a blur
I couldn't sit still
I still couldn't read
So they all took the time to medicate me
And it helped
I went from a D to and an A
While losing sight of all things unique
Words and their play
My spirit was broken
But no one could see
The medicated self was slowly killing me

Snakes don't walk,
they slither
Around the
corner of your eyes
Piercing through the first
layer of skin
You shed,
we shed lies
Come forth,
blind woman
What a waste land,
heart echos are
No hands on the
violet flowers
Slide down the alabaster
gown
Fetch my pale of water,
Golden Arrow girl

I was a good poet once.

Now I'm a dead girl twice.

A door frame is a funny friend.
Always entering yet exiting at the same time.
It presents anxiety and builds bonds.
What is a home with no door?
Such a funny friend you are.
Pound your fist against its content, shaking the core.
Funny friend you to strike to open up.
Leading you to joy or sadness or opportunity.
A portal to a new reality and possibility of life and love.
A mere mirror of alternative thought as you hear that hinge break free.
**** turning slowly then suddenly...
There you are. That thing that is beyond my strange friend, the door.

The painter chose an apple
Red, juicy, delicious
A shine in which she saw herself
One bite to find rot
The painter spit and said,
"So be it."
Painting the spot red
Eating every bit of the apple
Through painted lips and teeth
Until the painted core killed her
Snow White left for dead

Waves of wishes that part to orange skies
Universes stare in awe of you
Bruised hands wait in hollow eyes
Planets bow with thought of you
Follow close but so far behind
Gods smile for they created you
Feet that run in directional lines
Sprint, for life calls to you

Angel-faced beast

Breathe heavy with *hot embers
Fists facing forward, knuckles white
Silk dipped in milk disguised as skin

How lovely you are in the fall

Burning down where my head may lay
Drag me across the desert landscape
For I am soaked in righteous sin

For you, sweet beastie*

...are my salvation.

I felt the cold steel graze my lips.

Thrusting it deeper down my throat.

It was the closest thing to a **** that's every been near my mouth.

Bang bang, Baby.

Have you beauty?
Have you the strength?
Beauty is not for the weak.
For the weak wear masks.
For the weak tell lies.
For the weak show their fear of life.
Do you know true beauty?
Because first you must know strength.
The strong know beauty.
The strong run free.
The strong see the world and embrace it.
I speak not of worldly possessions.
But beauty in life.
And strength in the mind.

"Cardiomyopathy is a weakening of the heart muscle or another problem with the heart muscle. It often occurs when the heart cannot pump as well as it should, or with other heart function problems. Most patients with cardiomyopathy have heart failure."

In other words, Broken Heart Syndrome.
I have the cutest named disease ever.
They should make a Care Bear.
One with a crumbling heart on the chest.
Make 'em happy as can be.
But not too happy.
Don't want that pesky adrenaline puffing up its chest cavity.
Perhaps we'll make the eyes empty and craving hope.
No one wants a broken doll.
Who would buy such a thing?
'Features: soft plush fur and convulsions'
I guess it's ok.
Broken Heart Syndrome that is.
Because...
Well at least I know I have a heart.

Everything was placed perfectly
Stars were lined just right
But something in your body
Put up such a fight
I could feel your soul
Merging into mine
But then I'd feel a knife
Cut me down to size
If you needed passion
I could've played that game
If you wanted love
I even would've stayed
You taste like sound
And you move like air
Probably why you couldn't care
My fire burned like several suns
But you just want to play and have fun
I don't know what I've done right here
I'm afraid I'm everything that you fear
Signs of compassion in your eyes
Right behind those starry nights
Find some time to think of me
But try to find the honesty
I want you not for your being
I want you for your everything

He wore a gold band
But around his neck.


"Breathing's no fun without me." -She

It's best to say everything you want to say.

Let the universe have it.

It needs them more than you.

Because those intangible love limbs wrap your soul each night.

And wake you in the morning.

Give the universe your words.

She'll love them through the night.

Buries her sorrows under the sunset.

To raise your dreams in the morrow.

That fresh morning dew is the tears of her youth.

Begotten. Belittled. Forgotten.

Give the universe your words.

She needs them more than you.

Give the universe your words.

She's fallen in love with truth.

Droplets commit their suicides against a window
Never reaching the ground they were promised
Leaving the clouds as hope guides them
Believing they have purspose
To help all grow and restore
But the rain didn't know that it had to die
In order for us to live

Left logic
Can't stop it
I've told the truth before
It's all an equation
No need for Fantasia
We've all seen it before
Don't ask me a question
You won't like the answer
The left side takes over so soon
I'd tell you you're pretty
But it'd be out of pity
The left side is talking to you

My ******* gracefully draw across my lips.
Retracing the lines she placed there.
Fingers only mocking the sensation and my foolish coos.
My senses fall into a void filled with dreams that call her name.
Screaming hums on lover's lips.
As my eyes shut the vision reappears.
How green is the grass that grows behind those eyes?
No goddess could create such a green.
A flower in full bloom that bleeds light and sings to deaf ears.
The blind only know of her beauty for it is unimaginable.
No art could compare to the brush strokes of her heart.
Oh how heavy a head feels until it lays upon love's chest.
My goddess protects you as I do.
I inhale all the essence though little never bleak.
She gives what she gives to me.
But how I breathe so carefully when her essence be all that I seek.

Pretty, pretty empty words bring fire to the *****.
Pretty, pretty empty words turn women into toys.
Pretty, pretty empty words make hearts bleed out cold.
Pretty, pretty empty words can steal a lover's soul.

Won't you miss my pretty words that charm and enchant?

Won't you miss my pretty words that fill you with regret?

For if you say these pretty words...
My heart draws near to death.

I have these calluses on my hand
Nearly like grown man
Yet my lover says my touch is smooth as silk

I cry at just about anything nowadays
It's nice to feel
Others aren't as lucky
Ha, lucky
Like luck has something to do with it

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

How could the thing that I've loved the most in this world
Spit in my face

Reading the words "nevermore."
Feeling hearts that never soar
Black wings of Poe's raven
Tried to make my own safe haven
Found the body under the floor
Heard Lenore scream "nevermore."
Couldn't close my eyes to rest
Hold my breath til my death
Hear the thump or break the boards
I might cry "nevermore."
Clinching jaw, blood is drawn
Fingers break to evolve
Cover all the missing doors
For she has called out
"Nevermore."

How beautiful the lighthouse does shine on its hill
Being worshipped by sailors around
How strong and stable and gorgeous is she
Never turning a boat the wrong way round

Little did the sailors know that the lighthouse wasn't alone

The old man hoped and hoped for her
That her light shine bright and glow
And soon enough the light did shine
Brighter than the old man's eyes and soul  

He watched her light proudly every single night
And how she protected those smaller than her
The old man's hope grew to faith and he knew what he had to do

The lighthouse felt a gentle closing upon its always open door
The old man had faith that the lighthouse needed him no more
The faith had grown so much inside that the lighthouse finally knew

She was there to light our ways just as the old man taught her to