I think the man who opened
the Starbucks door for me today
knew that I was broken. I think,
as he rushed to get the door
before I got there, he knew
my arms would snap off if I tried
to open it myself. I think he saw
something crooked behind my
straight teeth. I think crying
is my job and a day without bawling
my eyes out is a ******* holiday.

Sometime ago she existed,
trailing length of sky blue silk
milky pearls and jasmine flowers
twinkling wrinkles around starry eyes,
as she humbly gazed up towards a
full and sensuous moon
amidst the crumbling city walls,
the ever changing landscapes of
destruction and remorse,
sometime ago he existed,
folds of white linen
perfectly creased pants and
sturdy mass boots fitting strong legs,
he stood raising towards the
almighty fiery sun,
taking the vows of a greater
spirit and an honorable duty
amidst the hurling arrows,
jabbing swords and
doubtless bullets,
sometime ago I understood
what it meant to be a good person,
what to believe and how to behave,
but now I can no longer hear
the cry of my inner spirit,
the sound of the crashing waves,
the desolate sorrow of the
greater good's longing,
I can't tell of whether
nice or awful people,
can't speak words of hope
and expressions of gratitude,
can't see straight in the eye
of those blind who were once
able to see because I have
became a person who used to see
but is now blind and deaf,
I don't know how to answer
the world anymore
because I lost myself
a long time ago,

But sometime ago
I existed.

Her locks tied their bonds together
from their hearts down to their hands
the chains tie her feet ; for love conquers her soul,
she is left to drown in paradise
for her halo rests in his head,
but darkness flourishes through their future
it draws a line, beyond her sight,
a hammer shakes them slowly
trying to break them apart
and hangs a flower into the shade
to take her curtains of joy away
leaving her on the cliffside of lies,
she still took the poison and let it burn her throat
carved the words she thought were nice
truth cannot always be kept hidden?
she revolves around a blood-knife,
sadness strikes the smooth core
like glass bits stuck in her affectionate heart
shreds a little bit of innocence and moon dust
shaping her to carry out a new life,
but every second felt like a year
placing it on timber and out in the sun
with salt sprinkled on her wounds,
it still lurks in her brain’s alley
her locks got cracked but she found the key
to all her questions, which kept her at bay.

This is all wrong...
My magick was naught, but a sad song.
All along, your intentions were wrought with
Rusty prongs

Belial beseeched you so
You put on a thong.
You poisoned my blood,
And though I preached love
I've been forsworn.

It tore me in two,
To no longer belong
Lost in the throng of
Faceless pawns

Tasteless lawns
**** the fruit, lest it pours from a flagon
Lukewarm, like the colostrum
We licked at once we were born.

Before all of this... form
We were one another's pornhub
Maybe I'm just "tootin' my own horn" but,
That's still better than being stillborn.

Tear the flesh from my bones
Til my soul is alone
And my body's a lake
Fed from red-running holes.

You are stagnant and cold
Like the moss on a stone
And a cesspool for sinners
Who you let come and go.

Church bells ring of voices silenced
a darkened Moon is hanging low
crickets stop to hear the empty
as loving waters overflow

As angels call in voices singing
notify my heart goodbye
as deafened ears are opened up
no more tears are left to cry

Dying leaves, a crimson carpet
indigo ink at levied banks
waters flood my aching heartbeat
raising hands to you in thanks

Cloaking eyes, I'm in the shadows
petitioning  you another dance
whispering the coming reaper
if only I could have a chance

Softly come draped in darkness
ebony casts a ghostly glow
lovely bones in alabaster
putting on a secret show

Taking off the heavy waiting
holding down my paper heart
a poets voice cannot be silenced
by ticking hands you pushed apart

Silver tears they fall in quiet
in rivers taken right or wrong
releasing me & painful weighting
and sing me as I come along

Violins they speak so mellow
calling me as I go home
morning comes a glowing ember
left for you an Earthly loam

As the leaves outside are falling
and thickened air bids me farewell
whispering of my departure
& secrets I may never tell
although in this...
you mustn't dwell

Waving you off
in slow motion
blinking lashes bid adieu
darkened cloakroom,
veiling... hiding
memories of loving you

the only love
I  really wanted
the one I never... really knew.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

In my deepest darkest night
I don't need words they're so contrite
I just need someone to brave this sight
Hold me so close and tight

The one who would,  seen his light
Grew his wings and took his flight
Flew so far, his out of sight
Left me all alone in the dark to fight

So I don't need your words, they only bite
Words can be so contrite
I need someone to hold me tight
While I wage my war and fight
But everyone is scared of the sight
Of a broken soul in the deepest darkest night

She stared out her window, it was scary and dark
Harvest Moon reminding her of all she forgot
The crickets sweet song, was a deafening roar
Harvest Moon calling, come and explore

This night and what would transpire, she already knew
The fear of it all, invaded her mind and grew
She decided to be brave and examine it all
It was the end she feared, not the fall

Harvest moon hung in the sky big and bright
She ventured outside in the soft orange light
The fireflies fluttered and danced under the trees
The leaves rustled with the chilly northern breeze
Her eyes darted and searched, fear clung to her
"why did this orange night occur "
She always thought this night would be red
Not this beautiful orange hue of the moon instead

The shadows reached out to her soul and beckoned
Feet hesitating for only a short second
Now deep in the woods no light escaped through
Harvest Moon not seeing her, once orange turned blue

The owls asked her questions
That we dare never mention
She answered them all with tears and with truth
Oooh those owls where such cunning sleuths
She walked on through the forest decay
Telling the shadows of memories to just stay away

She broke through the dark tree line
Leaving those deep inky shadows behind
She had came to a field of bittersweet wheat
Her fingertips brushed the tops as she walked with bear feet

Harvest Moon smiling to see she made it through
Her mind was the forest where the dark thoughts flew
Nightingales came to sing a song of rebirth
For that is what happens when you leave this earth

She stood in that field ready and willing
For the razor sharp scythe to do it's reaping
In the soft orange glow of that night
Harvest Moon made everything right
Her sorrowful life over with a whimper, not a boom
You'll find her up there visiting that glorious Harvest Moon