Night sky,
any dark sky,
with pointed
shards,
poking holes
in that fabric,
of the night,
of the unknown,
now bright,
now twinkling,
mischievous,
sharp hooks to
snag dreams,
and tear,
space, space,
                      space
that goes
out there,
and never
comes back,
the same,
but there are
those stars,
ripping holes
for the moon,
then the sun,
then back to
starry
night.


©ClemC 062013

Your too sweet love
Pours over me
Like fake amber maple syrup
I'm starting to drown in the thickness of it.

I gasp for air and ask for help
But you don't know why
And my scars are a mystery to you
And my drug is invisible to you.

You turn away and blindly say
You don't know that part of me and you don't care to.

You know me like you know the moon;
You’ve only ever seen it at night,
In the same light,
You have only viewed one side.

And I’ve been everywhere,
Even to the dark side of the moon
And I tell you about it
I’m stranded here but you refuse to believe it.

It is as if I'm asking you
To drink poison,
How could you tarnish
Your perfect image of me?

So you keep walking
With your head in the clouds
Oblivious to my calls below
While I try to bring you back down.

Woe-is-me as I earnestly
Remind you: your feet are on the ground.

You don’t love me,
You love that photo shopped,
Made-up,
Torn and frayed picture of me.

Yet I cannot make you see the truth,
So I cling to the
Overly sweet love you give me,
This maple syrup is all I have left.

You hold me so moldily
Just like the too-ripe fruit in the bowl in my pantry.

I might as well try
So here I go again
Trying to convince you
Of the dark side of the moon.

But you never
Had ears for me
Only eyes for me
And petty lies for me.

You always told me
You wanted to travel
To the moon,
But here I am,
Alone and trying to build a rocket ship.

She sees herself as a machine,
Something that can be fixed
By a brilliant engineer, as herself

She's aware that she needs help
Yet she refuses every offer she gets
Cause she believes the broken ones
Can be fixed by brilliant engineers, like her

A day came when she doesn’t know herself no more,
So she tried to know herself once more
And rebuilt it like she used to rebuild a broken machine

Yes, she was slowly destroying herself
Like a mechanic engineer destroying
A broken machine
To know what’s wrong with it

Drugs for her brain
Toxic pills for her liver
Cigarettes for her lungs
Blades for her skin

She finally knew what’s wrong with her
And tried to fix herself once more
But none of her attempts worked
Instead, her attempts destroyed herself even more

She came to a realisation
That humans are no machines
Once broken, no one can fix them,
Not even themselves

Suddenly awake in bed,
surrounded by the night.
Ragged breath and heartbeats drum,
fighting back the fright.

Peering through the inky black,
seeing, hearing nothing.
Then a scurry, flurry sound,
surely that was something.

A brilliant flash of lightning,
and peels of thunder sound.
Grotesque shapes and images,
suddenly abound.

With a thump and tearing sound,
something's on the bed.
Two burning eyes and pointed ears,
upon the creature's head.

Relief, at last, when realized
the sound of motor's purr,
and feeling that soft caress
could only be cat's fur.

Laughing at the silliness,
of getting carried away.
You hardly even notice
the murderous lunatic standing next to your bed with a big, ****** axe raised up above his head.