White face, alabaster pale
Tilted to the skies
Moonlight bathes, the black consumes

Shadows cast on sleeping ground

Twinkling lights
Wink back at her

Luminous communication
As patterns are traced
Through lights and constellations
Until-
High in the inky void
It draws her eye

The North Star

He told her she shined brighter

Arched neck, still outstretched
Skin alive with the ghost of his kisses
Crystal tears pool in glassy orbs
Droplets pave routes down gentle features

Remembering, gaze dropped

Stars remain unchanged by time
Unlike those who live under them

Connections can break
Yet constellations remain
Passion's fire may be quenched
Yet the stars stay alight

A body turned away
Knowing she is but another ex character

Exiting stage left from his life
A misty shadow all but forgotten


Yet, crossing the miles
Two eyes framed by a window
Search the sky for the North Star
And the girl who shined brighter

Do not touch
The shards of glass
That lay fallen
Where the bottle broke;
No matter how pretty they are,
Or how nicely they catch the sun,
And no matter that they gleam like stars,
Because the edges are sharp,
And could cut your fingers,
And leave you so brilliantly broken;

And yet I still found you
Crouched beside glass like crushed diamonds
With thick beads rolling down your fingertips
Gleaming impossibly red like rubies
On crystal edges
With no regrets or regards
And I can't say I blame you.

I'm sweet and loving on the outside,
I'm a flower; a soft, pretty thing,
I'm very kind to most everyone I encounter,
Even those who, harm, bring.

However, inside is a different matter,
Too dark for flowers to grow,
Images dance of blood and ******,
The dance of screams is sweet and slow.

If sweet silver
poured from my
languid lips,
laying out the lies you so long to hear,
would you keep me near?
No, probably not.

I’ll make you feel the heat of my blood,
but only when I feel yours
in my tongue.

My voice as sweet as honey,
My words dripping with venom.
I whisper words of comfort,
While my eyes say other.

I may look like a sheep,
But others know better.
Under these charming smiles,
A beast lays in slumber.

Revenge will be sweet-
With the taste of venom