Now tethered to a lonely space

A place without a warm embrace

T’is hard to break the ties that bind

The rope that hope could ne’er unwind

To want that love once unconfined

Could sail to Rome, or Greece, or Thrace.


Was want that placed within this vase

The scent of rose so to efface

The mournful song of nightingale

A blushed cheek song behind red veil

Now tethered to a lonely space


Where thorn once pricked now left no trace

Wrapped now in sails by lover’s grace

For stars aligned and wind behind

To break the tether in my mind

Dreams not tethered to lonely space.

r ~ 4/4/14

Since all my thoughts became entwined, I find it hard to pick one out
Since all my words have muddled up, I cloud my judgement with self doubt
Since all my lines have merged as one, I find it hard to even think
Since all my poems sound the same, I think I'm probably wasting ink

And when the earth shakes
The mountain quakes
I'll be here to calm your tremors

And when the world stops
Your reality drops
I'll be here to fix it

And when hearts break
Because saints are fake
I'll be here to save you

I was 7 when I learned the art of touch
but that doesn’t make me ******’s sister

I was 14 when I thought I figured out *** and love
were one in the same

so tell me why everywhere you touched me
I began to turn black like a the band of a fake ring on a child’s finger

I began to turn a colour I could not wash off
with soap and water

the darker I became the more you began to
smell of rotting meat left out in the sun

you were festering and the holes in your heart
burned through to your skin

sometimes in my sleep
I still smell you waiting in the darkness

and sometimes in the shower
I still find deep marks I cannot ever seem to get rid of

Everyone in this life might mistake the look in your eyes as love
But I will never be so easily fooled again

A spider’s web,
So beautiful,
So intricate.
A work of art,
Worthy of admiration.

A spider’s web,
So evil,
So restrictive.
A prison,
Worthy of the innocent.

The spider itself,
Running on instinct,
Never realizing how much they torture their victims.
Yet, how enticing they make their webs,
Seduction, trust, desire.
Bugs don’t realize what they’re getting into
Before they get trapped.

Stuck, unable to move, forced into torture.
Abused physically, mentally, forced to love.
But we accept the love we think we deserve.

We deserve this pain, they love us.
Draining the life out of me,
They only do it because they love us.
They don’t mean it.

The bruises on my mind and on my body are love wounds.
My heart only beats for them,
I am loyal to my spider.
He abuses me because he loves me,
Because he doesn't know better.

Then the spider kills its prey,
The truest sign of love.