You fell in love with my negative space, the parts of me that I couldn't stand to see, but when your hand reached between my thighs, I said okay.

You told me you liked my smile, but only when I was unbuttoning my shirt, but when you asked if I wanted this, I said okay.

You promised me we would be okay, that all my fears would go away, when you told my to lie down and close my eyes, I said okay.

If this is what love is, I'm not okay.

::::::::for SPT::::::::
(10w x 5)



...reading  you,
i see, feel
a huge anvil,
overwhelming
possessing


.........i'd fly
lift the anvil
swoop you
and loved ones


i'd free you all
from what's been
weighing you down


then, relift the anvil
drop it
where it really belongs:


...upon free, delusional souls,
who must be controlled,
[maimed]
[permanently]


  


Sally


Copyright October14, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

A heart so pure -
but you are continuously rejected,

you give your all -
more than could ever be expected.

You have so much love to give -
but you are never accepted,

instead, you are gazed at scornfully -  
you are thoughtlessly neglected.

You are left feeling hopelessly broken,
left-out, and ever so badly dejected,

but, still you smile,
even though your soul is bruised;
your state of being has now been affected.

By Lady R.F ©2016

Daylight filled
with gold was
broken like a
mirror by the
haunted mist
of midnight.

The crickets
were singing
their lullaby
on the late
summer breeze.

My heart
slowly listened,
As lonely as the
howling wind
outside my window.

And i knew it
was Autumn,
As the auburn leaves
in the forest fell,
so did i,
So did I...

Burning my
eternal body
of blazing stars
on a painter's
canvas of the
night sky.
Silver rays of
moonlit dreams
sing the hypnotic
mermaid melody
to the broken
mirror of
Aquamarine.
Where waves of
marble bitterly cry
into the deep,
do not disturb
her pearly sleep...

It was a handful
of empathetically attentive people
who noticed that she was absent,
even though she was standing
in the centre
of the well-lit room,

It was the same few
helpless people
who witnessed the moment
that she disappeared;
as she vanished
into the dense thickness
of Anxiety's terrifyingly wretched,
invisible,
shroud of gloom.

By Lady R.F ©2016