Sing a song for my humble eyes

With the voice of the fiery Sun

And when you get to the reprise

Do not falter, do not run

Young, inspired, aspirations endless
Wide eyed and trusting
She was made helpless.
Small, quiet and forgiving
She’ll be overpowered by selfishness

A world of hate and its power-hungry inhabitants
Turning the innocent into warriors of civilization

Is it unfair that she sits and wonders where all the greatness of imagination went.
There is no such thing as fair and unfair, there’s only patience.
As she takes the time to dissect her morals she’ll begin to see how the rules became bent
Prejudice bullies, sinners, killers, and racists.

She’ll search for holes in the system, attempting to stay legal
Good to bad and better to evil.
That is what our society demands if she wants to remain equal.

i. (2010)

there are eighteen scars in a row above your wrist
pallid and shameful and white as bones and you’ve
counted them
(still do)
under the sheets with your lips moving around whispers

they remind you of empty hallways and
the cacophony of your steps on blue linoleum
and that you are alive the way your breath in pale clouds does
on especially cold days


ii. (2011)

sometimes you dream of colours
(soft and animate and comforting) but
there is only red against the ivory
of your wrist
you’ve read the stories, you know
about the wolves and what happens to girls in red

there are eighteen scars in a row
and you breathe
and you bleed
and you keep counting

iii. (2012)

you don’t sleep much anymore
you fill your nights with the synthetic emotion
of words and films instead and
bury yourself in their comfort
their fabricated sadness

a substitute for everything you should have felt
there is an emtpiness inside of you, a vast
pale space inside your chest
your breath can’t fill

iiii. (2013)**

you tell people you’re mending
not even you know what that means
sometimes you trace them
(quietly
and with closed eyes)

and there is only the white of your skin
and the press of your fingertips
and you breathe
and your blood keeps pumping

you make my palms sweaty

you make me blush

you make me cry

you make my heart rush

you make me sing

you make me scream

you make me feel like you’re my everything

it’s been so long

since you’ve held me

but still I feel

we’re meant to be.

to be held until you fall asleep
and wake up with them still holding you

to know the noises they make before sleep
and wake to their morning noises

to mumble adoring words until you cant anymore
and wake knowing they're all true

to fall asleep with their scent embracing you
and wake covered in it and still smelling that way after showers

i wonder what that would be like
i wonder why i keep torturing myself with this

I wish you only knew of the brier we planted

But your eyes are always on the stars

I watch you pluck every note from the air

So vibrant, and eager to pass the jug around

-

Think of me too, Artemis, Baste

As the coals twinkle and turn

These moments have always been yours to burn

And I am but a goat - veiled and masked

-

Home is far, but I have my thoughts

I have my brother of tune

My thanks for the smoke, Sylvan Queen

I only wish your eyes weren’t hidden

-

We were flea-bitten in the first burrow

And found gold in the next

Red cardinal be swift, I carry many gifts

But I just don’t want to be in the middle right now

Sweet life
   drifting off the lips of innocence,
   dripping through the leaves
   and splashing on the sidewalk,
      Reflecting the colors of the sun.

Holding hands--
   sinking into iris, I reach
   looking for the delicate;
   the things I want inside of me,
      Showering with love on the run.

Happy thoughts
   trailing through the spider webs,
   frosted dew upon the lawn
   and newspaper on the driveway
      Reminding us to chill; relax.

But darkness hides,
   tickles my morbid fantasies,
   feeding on my misery, I scream
   from inside out and cry away
      My love as it drips into the cracks.

Shining silver melody
   that cracks into my skull
   and eats at my everything,
   killing all inside of me,
      Screaming echoes 'round.

Reach for warmth,
   crying for her so softly,
   asking God and Satan how
   I can try to get along
      But they don't listen to my sound.

The musk,
   it consumes me, caressing me,
   showing me the bleakness of
   rain, sun, and lovers in between;
      **** me with your apathy.

**** my everything;
   **** me softly, let it drain out
   and cover the curb with blood
   to feed the lovers in the sand
      While I cry away my agony,
      Eat away my Sin
      And follow her to Hell.