rainfall creates wreckage
on sleepy country towns
the river submerges roads and houses
they're searching for higher ground

the pubs and the stores on Main Street
all normally alight
are drowning in Muskoka river
through water they must fight

back roads are gone
all washed away
the Big East River is rising

state of emergency declared
the town will survive
for help is soon arriving

the murderer
bent on the possession of a heart
your wish for acceptance is futile
for i can not forgive the static you have formed over me
you martyr, victim
in my brightest day i was your darkest hour
you smothered the heat burning at my lips
with your ill tempered vacancy
your every act filled with falsities
yet mine were twisted to be changed
light clouds morphed into dark shadows
my sorrow was yours

where once greyed the imminent destruction
of silenced, foreign words
now renews the captivating serenity
born once more to the morning light
where the sweet kisses of sun lit drops
torch pale skin that bleed vibrant colours from thinning veins
painting the world anew
the forgotten shades layed to waste
in the land of muted fears
as ardor springs to life
from the lips of my deceiver

absent and diminishing
i cannot tell if i am feelingless
or just feeling less
than my previous state

forget me not in rain
for my essence lies within
the steady beat of heavy drops
cascading over me
drenched and shivering
yet warm like summer fire
i bare my soul here
and leave it when it dries

forget me in the sunlight
when the ground no longer shows
the light reflected from starry nights
in puddles on the road

forget me in the evening
and by the morning light
for when it disappears
surely i am gone

but please
forget not the rain
for truly

i awake

with every steaming breath
comes an everlasting struggle
to gain control of a lustful heart
aching for the touch of your lips
to barely press upon my mouth
to feel once again
the burning heat of your touch
that turns my cheeks to embers
white hot and untamed
quietly erupting beneath a heaving chest
but you remain a flawless entity
of my grim imagination
for without your kiss
i am left with the chill of your back
and the distance at my side
allowing thin layers of frost
begin to leave their mark

the absence of your eyes
decline in me a fear
of wary smiles
and panicked glances
washing over me
where ought to be your lips
my tongue will now reside
for in my mouth i hold
each word i cannot tell
i, the with-holder
of kindly spoken words
of long possessed fear
the cause of hurting eyes
if only i had courage
filled beneath my breast
but alas
all i do possess
is the rapid beating heart
of a girl with no words
and all the truth to bear

unity of the sea
chaotic on my heart of grace
near to the dawn of hope
where i lay my secrets to rest
soft as the bark of the decaying tree
ignited by the sparks of clashing reflections
of silver-lined clouds
sweet anchor
lured by the surrounding essence of your evolution
forgotten and bemused
for your vision remains the ecstasy of my being
the anarchy to my resolve
leading me astray from my home
for everything in you has flourished in my dying territory
but when i flee your path in fear of crossing lines
and the danger set to my heart
will i be hunted by your guards?
for you hunger its purity
no, maybe i am to expect a new horizon
intoxicatingly beautiful
and blind to the prospect of chance
delved into the trenches of the water
unafraid of its findings
someday, i shall declare my allegiance
beyond the glimmer of a fallen pledge
and i too, will bathe in its tranquility

perhaps i ought to flee
before i let myself be captured
by the endless hope that bestills my heart
before the bandaged edges
of my healing heart
become vulnerable once more
in a state of loving you

but flee i shall not
for hope has fueled my soul
to step forward
in place of the brave warrior
sword left to the ground
and shield long forgotten

****** out upon the water's edge
frost thick in the air
pieces of hardened snow
clung to the frozen shore
the depths beneath
still quaking with fire
while the surface remains unmarred
cold
you whisper softly to me
careful not to startle
my nervous heart
wary of the water's danger

my well has begun to dry
the water seeping through the growing cracks
burrowed by the little mice
who carry away the pieces of my structure
allowing the seepage to continue on
until all that's left is dust and bone
my tongue of sand
weighted against formerly flowing words
drowning on the dryness
of severed ties
the water disappoints
now surely i must leave

make me the night
cold and secretive
as winds that whisper quickly to the trees
before moving to the open fields
of long grass and wild flowers
asleep beneath the moonlight
like you
unaccustomed to the darkness
to the emptiness
that fills the sky so forcefully

leave me to the star-filled sky
to the ever present moon
circling behind greyed clouds
for it is here that i seek refuge

so make me what i am
and leave me to the loneliness of shadows
so i may walk in hand with them once more

i quit
your slow seduction
your eyes of crystal sorrow
for the matter of my heart
so fragile upon your rise to power
has seen nothing but the dark
trotting
down the solemn path
past the sign that leads to you
but i'll break instead for misery
of how you have forgotten me
and although your return is bitter
your sweetness still lingers here
but i see through the grim, cold stare
you are not the one to quench the fire
heavy upon my savage chest
unable to sew, are you
the pieces back together
you offered a hand
but before i could give back into you
i fled
away from your fields of green
and sunlit parody
back to my forest
protected by the shade
sealing the wounds of you
with molded leaves
awaiting my truth

cast down by lightning
shadows in mist
behind twisted trees
and through tall grass
i seek the heart of an immaculate noble
grazed by frequent arrows
but none strike true
for i am not whole
clear target, without a mark
i strowed my essence over the land
but unable to collect them again
i must seek a replacement
before i disappear
offset by your charm am i
for i am faded
in likeness to the desolate acreage
removed slowly by people
here, in the alcove of my chest
lie my forgotten sentiments
that lead as a stepping stone
into this solitary cavern
caught in your unrest
at the sight of my lightless tower were you
so i caged the generated aggression
and burned for your light, an example
now, quell your swollen heart
with remedies of restful eyes
safe, beneath the sheltered forest
as i fade to my foundation

i see your feet
like little ships
sailing with the wind
anchored here
but sails still taut
escaping to the sea

strip not your sails
rip not the anchor
from the deep breadths
of the turquoise sea
for in your travels
surely you'll find
a wave you cannot sail
and lost will you be
in the sea of your own choosing
the rescue ships sent to seek
the promise from your lips

send the bottle
send your sails
back to flourishing shores

how i feel is irrelevant
compared to the vast beauty
of the open plains
of liquid gold before me
drowning in the changing waters
undecided whether they are black or blue
quite like me
undecided
   uninvolved
     un- enthused, emotional, clear
but where is my clarity?
for i've been travelling without it
in what seems like an endless time
and i cannot remember where i began
                        through grass
       through trees
                    walls            houses          
                                                                ­                       people

i've swept through them without notice
as if they were shadows on my ceiling
that i stare at instead of sleeping

sometimes i wonder if they're real
or if i conjured them there
to conquer this lack of feeling
maybe if this were a fairy tale
i'd have the shadows align an army
strong and steady
and someone would fight through
and banish them

but alas
i have grown accustomed to these shadows
and i am no damsel

i cannot put to words
how you begin every sunrise
with your eyes
as if you control the light
and when you turn
those torches on me
i am blind
yet it is where i begin
to see clearly
a path showered with autumn leaves
the tracks still fresh and alluring
and as you shine those eyes
like radiant beams
onto every trap laid before you
i step forward
regardless

loose upon the edge of a knife
set off by your disarray
you cut the strain from within
abstracted from your surroundings
negligent are you
towards the care of others
it does not affect your pain
yet we bare it with you
step back from the pull
of the surrounding, throbbing malady
and move toward the clarity
of polished brilliant light
unaware of the obscure essence
waiting in the night
draw close to the flame
protected while alight
curled away from prancing darkness
created by them
ignore their suspension
and walk freely in fluorescent cities

i gather silence
in fields of snow
buried beneath
a sea of hard pressed lips
disapproving and chapped
from unfeeling kisses
red as blood
those lips of betrayal
yet i continue to drink the poison
for i have grown immune
for it is something i created
to keep away the pain
my drug
my addiction
they make me feel alive

you've never seemed so far away
locked within my vessel
the land of shades
lacking space for your luminosity
so i await the knight
to crest the hill
dawning the torch of you
to rescue me from the vacant village
of broken greying huts
the fire sparks an interest
in the dying land
and sets forth your phoenix
to destroy all that remains
and when the smoke clears
there shines a gentle light
the saviour from my pallid fantasy
shattered through the night

you met me when i turned to stone
the distant shores of fantasy
reflected in the pools of metallic blue
before the dawn could strike the day
golden and renewed

the redness of closed affection
the white hands of blood
dripping loudly in the caves of echoes
over the silent beat of a protruding heart
adorning serrated edges
for the simple handed man
piercing crooked thorns
into skin as pale as snow
let go
                                      *let go

fire torched fear
frayed along the borders of new promise
where the once sought after fortitude
con-caved into white ash
taken back by the east wind
the origin of decline
for in these pieces
lay with me
my passion and my pride

take me back
to december fires
burning in your eyes
before the flames had climbed
their way into my arms
licking at my skin

burns unhealed
scorched by your sorrow

bring not the days of wrath
for they shall fall
upon listless eyes
and cold skin

how long before i burn again?

quiet night of your reflection
i can see you still, outside my window
although that image of you is covered in snow
and the now spring-filled streets lack your presence
as if you melted away with the cold
all that is left for me is hope
i can only wish that the haunting image of you
somehow makes itself reality
and when i go to the streets
heart held in my aching throat
i am met by your arms
instead of the chilled night wind

please do not be offended
if i speak to you with formality
for i am not a creature of emotion
you'll find i'm quite lacking
while others stain their cheeks with tears
i have added mine to a collection of bottles
for in moments of sentiment
i make myself absent
for it is truly easier than being close to you
understand, please
i do not want to lose you
to the weak-hearted affection
that would consume me if i allowed such things

faceless crudities
torn from a broken complexion
see not in me your lover
see not in me a vialed rose
preserved for its beauty
unable to grow from here
for i do not need you
although i feel i do
when darkness slithers beneath each petal
threatening their purity
quell not my heart
quell not my already quiet eyes
for i wish to ****** each white tipped petal
down the cascading river
and see the soft reflections linger
upon the growing current

stale air between your kisses
reach me in waves of pallid grey
the unspoken tension of your arms
charaded through your eyes
and covered with prominent lips
pale red and stark in the morning light

let light in darkness fall
for you are the sun and i the moon
as you descend upon me in your radiance
like the sun cresting the hills at dawn
strewn across the bare morning sky
the stars faded into your eyes
casting delicate constellations
that rapture my heart in waves
and everytime i lose myself there
drowned by the sweet surrender of speech
as if all i speak is the red sea on clear water
painting the sun with shadows from my back
where instead you create shade from harrowing night

extinguish not your light upon the brink
for in the night without your luminous beacon
i cannot awake

once taken
it can never be restored
only built gradually
over a new territory
where the plague
of your destrcution
cannot be reached
where the burning animosity
that threatens my breath
does not flow as freely
as it does here:
wild and tangled
beneath my chest
as if an iron ****
has branded my heart
marking me a fool
for believing
that the dark days
were long forgoteen

ring the bell
bring them to the streets
the burning fires
are all alight once more

your simple curves
and gentle breath
leave me speechless upon your horizon
the thickness of your summer hair
fading into time
your quiet ways
bring me back
to all i ever was

kept from its rotation
the earth would be no longer
just as if my heart stopped beating
i'd fade
until then
i will keep this hole buried beneath my chest
and i will fill it with my blood
to relieve the emptiness you created there
and someday
it will produce only the smallest of gurgles
for it will no longer be thirsty for my blood
and the stitch will remain
waiting to be torn back open again
but i have put it out of reach
never again
will you be able to reach into my chest
and feel my heart throb

heart on a string
kept as a pendulum in my chest
strung along
for it mischievously beats on its own
waiting on distant hopes
of budding lilac flowers
fragrant upon their blossoming
and beautiful still in their decadence
what have you done to me?
i love you
though you are foreign to me
a quiet smile
hidden by your charm
is seldom hard to read
for you allow me to know you
although we've never met
you've captured my heart
though i sometimes yearn to repossess it
but then i am painted blue
for it beats comfortably there
at ease
for it has never felt so rested
but still
i remain skeptical of your illusions
stripped across the walls of your house
your broken stride of confidence, alluring
the way you left your innocence to be displayed
to a host of strangers, captivating
and as i watch you jump
with all of your confidence into the crowd
and drown yourself as an example
you give me courage
you are my confidant
a prospect of dreams
endless and gleaming
upon the break of day

All that you are
Before the rain falls
Comes crashing
Down to
Earth. Although we are
Flawed, all it takes is a
Gesture to our
Hearts and
I am won over again.
Just
Keep holding my hand, my gaze with yours.
Lean into
My
Never-ending care.
My love
Overwhelms every
Pore, and with each touch, I
Quiver with joy.
Run with me, away from it all. I can never
Stop feeling for you. With each new
Threshold, breaks free stronger emotions.
Under my breast, I feel my raging heart, overflowing my
Veins. I am
Withstanding, I am able to carry on. We must rid ourselves of these
Xeric conditions and become true to one another, for it is
You and I together. And with that, I promise to love you with
Zeal, forever.

constricted heart
constricted throat
breathless in your malcontent
for the silence between gentle heartache
hands poignantly on your breath
and the happiness once borne between two arms
of twin scorched chests
leave now a burn of vacancy
singed across my breast

again, again
i cannot fly
for my hope is sinking still
beneath the mounds of frozen dirt
beneath your heavy feet

i am hidden
i am safe
from vaguely searching eyes

hark
my beating heart
betraying me once more

feet free upon the winter ground
soft soles accompany hard feet
you are quiet in your markings
but the thought of you
is burned across my chest

silent footsteps
menacing with their threat of destruction
here
i have frayed and tarried in your alterations
covered in your shame

swollen heart
each drop of blood
purged by your greedy mouth
tongue searing
at my thinly veiled courtesy

pure and unpainted
you linger
to shred the last of my dignity
and claim my land with your flag
for all to witness

lead me to the pain
for i am exhausted by this existence
here
i am awakened by my fear
and set forth upon the world

blood beneath nails
searching
rest, easy
for the scars are still raw from your existence

the ruins of you
built so tall
only to be brought down
by the stones that made you
bleak in the destruction
of your magnificence
the stones of your stronghold
turned to pebble
and lay amongst the ground
once more
your structure was never
meant for intrusion
yet it continues to fall
for the conqueror
i envy your decline
for i wield a weapon of destruction
behind the sealed doors of my tower
fire fueled dreams
and hallowed fears
locked within my adamantine fortress

wooden heart
splintered into place
puncturing its fragility
with every betraying beat
like scarlet roses
beautiful but deadly
upon tender hands
soft as the tilled earth of their lineage
and each drop of blood
feeds their state
of slowly risen chaos

write not to me in prose
write not at all
for the words will fall
upon deaf eyes
the fragile blue
no longer existant
in pools or waves
for all that remains
is sand
the dry desert i created
for my empty cadence
that hangs poignantly in the wind
too soft for the wild predators
who once tracked the sounds
of tormented seas
red and crashing
into the boulders on shore
until they faded
until they too became sand
and the heat of green fire
selfishly lapped up each remaining ounce
until all life was foresaken

dead, dead, dead
the sea is dead!

the tendrils of salted sea greens
long forgotten
the coral and the budding life
now dry
frozen in the sand
and yet there is still hope for rain
where once again
the sea can pull me in

the ever present taste of metal on my tongue
heavy, and unable to pass the iron gate of my lips
silent, in the quake of restless hearts
the breath of simple lovers crushes my windpipe
and easy words become forbidden
ugly and tainted with an adamant coating
i place myself effortlessly in a cage
removed from humanity
lifeless eyes, silent mouth
the shutdown so familiar
but it is in the revival that i am lost

lips of wine
unopened chaos
rests smoothly in your smile
forget not to oppress yourself on me
for i dare not sleep without it
a shattered confidence
weakened by your glory
put beneath the flowers
rotting at your feet
yet i lay here, still
quietly with my sorrow
for one look bathed in light
holds me to the floor
absent from clouded eyes
i see your inner garden
once there blossomed flowers
but now they are choked by thorns
tall grass trampled down
by all that you have traveled
and a once tall tree stands alone
bare and dying too
and the grayness in your somber stare
puts its eye on me

rose bud lips
placed gently upon lingering breaths
left to bloom in your absence
the beauty captured in your pale eyes
reflected by my own
freckled shoulders
are the dam of my anarchy
bound together to protect the tiny villages
from the wrath of my waves
you quell the raging storm
and turn it to spring with your brilliance

the harshness of the city skyline is prominent
ruthless in its hold over the land
as blue skies turn grey
in attempt to fuel an industry
where the waters are impassable
poison to the body
painted grass, concrete blocks
filled with crowds of professionals
is this my fate if i wish for success?
or can i still obtain
the sacred valley
fresh fields
and blue skies
that accompany the country
for although the city has these people
they still lack stars

there is a sweetness on your breath
as if you dined on roses
fragrant as you breathe over me in the quiet night
and with each easy intake of air
you take a piece of me
harvesting in the silence
until all i have is yours

i meant to build
but the materials had gone to waste
in a far off land
no longer known to me
but foreign was this new land
of fresh arrivals
for i traveled many miles
to escape confinement
and there, in an open territory
i stood
ready to rebuild
and forge a city of my own
safe from steady gazed predators
stalking easy prey
but instead i came across a broken tower
and found inside
something unexpected
another traveler
from the same distant lands
seeking refuge
from dark skies and cold winds
together we sat
by tall flames
never becoming guarded
because the wall was never built

crown of roses
stripped of their thorns
but dangerous still in their beauty
capturing the glances of sweet deception
and lingering lips

beautiful soul trapped in a distant glass
unable to escape the torment of black smoke
poured into your casing
and with every breath you become a little tainted
your light ripped from the wick
dripping hot wax
pungent with the darkness
its tar filled mouth opens
widely
for a warped smile
darker than the night
this is the one who swallowed the night
as if it were a tease
to its ever growing hunger
fear consumes
and allows it to seep through your skin
caressing your soul
tugging at the strings surrounding you
all you can do to ebb away the pain
is close your eyes
silent
and beg for release
but it gets more painful
the more you resist
but you've seen her
the one who sits beside him
how cold and ruthless she appears
he took from her
purity
feeling
life
you refuse to ease the pain
instead you gouge a knife into your thigh
to awaken a new pain
and darkness
intent on your possession
tightens
you choke
but you continue to concentrate on the pain

dry water
each drop sustains
for only an instant
and i am again left to my own devices
each hole dug to escape
and find the wells of salvation is futile
for the thirst that ails me does not quiet
it burns my breath
for every gasp of air turns raw
as if it were hot sand

desert me here
for surely i am finished

drowned in the water
of forgotten lands
where the sails begin to fade
set ablaze by the burnt sun
again the ice remains
to earth -
flee
for it is the fire i wish to escape
the cutting wind caught
on water of gasoline
to earth -
i claim myself
free from ice
the winter long forgotten

oppress not upon me your breath
the poison of my solitude
drunken eyes between stilled lines
the strain met by visions of twisted stars
and swaying valleys
like the waves crashing over jagged rocks
turning freedom into smooth lines