Tiffany N Castro: Poems

1.7k · Jul 2013

Tiffany N Castro Jul 2013

And I bet you thought
and reduced me to nothing but a sexpot...
Were you disappointed or distraught
when you found out I was not?
With my translucent porcelain skin
and tiny blue branches within
occasionally masochistically split, broken.
I whisper through scarlet painted lips...
"This entire time you dreamt me as your mistress...
you didn't realize, I am but a damsel in distress...
in my seductive caress lies a weakness,
that corruption you gave me of stolen innocence."
You thought of me as a vulture
with a craving for flesh, impure...
but I am but a caged little bird
wishing for an escape, and a cure...
for the emptiness you left behind.
I want to be purified of your lies.
I'm glitter in your mind...
but you're dirt in mine.

1.3k · Jun 2013

The Sisters

Tiffany N Castro Jun 2013

The Sisters

I see Melancholia as she struts on by
her lips painted blood-scarlet, raven-haired, dressed in black and fishnets. We look very much alike.
Her sister Euphoria, I'm not so familiar with...
her sun-golden hair, and her smile that floats through the air. She's lovely, I wish she would pay me more visits.
Melancholia gives me her melted smokey-eyed glare,
Euphoria, her pink-rose cheek smiling stare.
Melancholia is an old friend of mine.
Euphoria is a stranger to me, but I hope to know her better in time.
Melancholia stops to talk with me she says "Would you like to see a grin on my face?...
well, you'll have to carve it in with the sharpest of blades
it is only then that I will be allowed
to show you my smile of Glasgow..."
but I have no desire to see the bleeding dagger teeth of Melancholia
I don't want them to dig into and puncture my fragile glass mosaic memoria...
If they do my memories will shatter and break apart
and I will lose myself along with those cracked shards.

1.0k · Jun 2013

Cocoon

Tiffany N Castro Jun 2013

Cocoon

You promised to treat me like a queen...
and you said you loved me, just to veil your cruelty.
You gave me all these "presents."
Just to mask the mistreatment.
Your hands cradle my neck...
Your knives are my crown.
Silver, gemmed, and delicate...
dripping my scarlet rubies.
You're the water in which I drown...
You reflect me, I've been trying to return her
to her home, to her chrysalis...
You're the thief to steal her away with your cruel tactics,
empty promises and kisses...
and lure her to your cold, lifeless, heartless body.
Why must you try to take this poor girl's soul?
You've taken her body, her shell, and poked and dragged your needles through.
I've been trying to give this damsel back her wings...
trying to take back everything you stole.
Everything you stole away from me,
I've been trying to escape your tomb,
and return back to my cocoon.
I've been trying to escape your hell...
and return me to myself.

962 · Jun 2013

Queen B*tch

Tiffany N Castro Jun 2013

Queen B*tch

Peculiar human she was, with shiny delicate scales...
underneath fragile skin so pale.
She played two roles, one was crowned and wore a broken halo...
One Queen *****, and the other a semi-angelic hobo.
She traveled from place to place,
and she traveled quickly, as if it was a race...
and to her the many suitors were her homes.
She lived inside their beds, and gently ****** away their souls...
and then left, disappeared without a trace.
Why must she break so many hearts? And in such haste!
You must think "What an inconsiderate *****!"
So **** worried about becoming a bore...
and yet everyone else was the source of her ennui...
Even a million lovers couldn't fill her void inside.
And how pitiful...She was absolutely beautiful.
Like glitter she was stuck in my skin, a sparkling syringe so delightful.
Injecting her majestic into my thin little wrists,
and she left me, another broken empty home, with nothing but the ghost of her bliss.

893 · Oct 2013

Ribbon

Tiffany N Castro Oct 2013

Ribbon

My love is a ribbon inside of my heart...
and I'd share it with you, but you fear being bound, and tied down
and I fear it being torn apart...so I keep it inside, wrapped into a little bow.

My heart is a vase, blooming with so much emotion...
I'd show you every part of it, but you fear it spilling out
so I keep it bottled up inside of me, at least if it overflows...I'll be the only one to drown.

Little winged creatures reside in me,
little red butterflies, tickling and caressing my belly...
my organs are covered with their cocoons.

It's finally happened today... the butterflies are swarming in my stomach.
A low, buzzing, troublesome, but beautiful ache...
they're colliding into my insides, my love...
they're beginning to crack the vase.

888 · Jun 2013

Dragging Angels Off of Clouds

Tiffany N Castro Jun 2013

Dragging Angels Off of Clouds

Sorry, little angel, but I’m going to have to drag you down…

off your cloud…you’re going to hit the ground…

face-first with dirt…and debris in your teeth…

you’re going to have to allow…

reality into your mouth…

You’ll appreciate the sweetness of ecstasy,

but you’ll hate the bitter aftertaste of agony.

You see…innocence never lasts…

In fact, it fades fast…

but don’t shed any tears at all…

Everyone falls.

800 · Jun 2013

Arrow

Tiffany N Castro Jun 2013

Arrow

I once considered you my protector...
but I realized you were just another hunter
tearing me asunder.

No longer blinded by past memories
now I can see what is really happening.

You are the rust on my halo,
you are the tatters on my wings and soul.
I am the doe and you are the arrow.

Such a beautiful destruction that you've left behind,
such an exquisite corruption of an innocent mind.

But despite all the damages,
all the clashes, and the gashes
I must again rise from the ashes.

I must pull out this arrow from my chest
and put all the sorrow to rest.

772 · Jun 2013

Paper Doll

Tiffany N Castro Jun 2013

Paper Doll

The thing about paper dolls...they always end up torn apart
and people offer them no remorse, because they think that the paper dolls feel no pain and have no hearts,
but I have a little puzzle heart within my origami rib cage
and it's pieces are breaking, tearing and falling away
and I suffer...Will someone ever...
help me put it back together?

706 · Jun 2013

Butterflies Tell the Prettiest Lies

Tiffany N Castro Jun 2013

Butterflies Tell the Prettiest Lies

People say things that they don't really mean...
when they're upset, and they're angry, they say such horrible things.
Wished their hands wrapped around your neck...and squeezed all the air out.
Dreamed they stabbed you in the back...and pushed you into the water, and watched you drown.
All those horrible things managed to scar me...
All their compliments and sweet nothings just disappeared completely...
swallowed by their negativity.
Because you could never wound someone with sugar-coated sappiness...
and you can never scar someone with happiness.
Bliss is such a flighty feeling, something you could catch and hold for just a minute or so.
but you have to let it go, or it's delicate powdery wings just disintegrate on your skin, now let it go...
It dies either way, right before your eyes...
One of the prettiest lies.
Now cruelty is another thing...
It crawls all over your skin, leaving slimy trails, and they cut in somehow and cause bleeding.
**Now that scars you deeply...

703 · Jun 2013

Silent Diamonds

Tiffany N Castro Jun 2013

Silent Diamonds

Words like birds
have beautiful songs to be heard
but they also have needle-like beaks that can cause pain and hurt.
I only want to send sweet words to you,
but their wings are broken and bruised
they lose their way and never get through.

Silence like diamonds
can give a lovely sparkle,
but their sharp faceted edges can cut and be harmful.
I fear we might have become muted, my dear...
the birds have left both of us it appears.
My quiet diamonds cut into you...your semi-precious silence cuts into me...the words I lost and cannot speak...*Once more, I wish for us to be near.

623 · Jun 2013

Eros

Tiffany N Castro Jun 2013

Eros

Eros has claimed another victim…

This I must admit, this sin.

This time it’s you, struck in the crossfire.

It must drain you much like a vampire.

I've seen your wretched purity.

I've seen your disconnected reality.

Mind like a lacrimosa, unexposed…

You wouldn't show it, but it floats,

fragile, sad, empty ghost.

You match my dreams…

you attract my screams.

For love and for hate…

It’s much too late.

You, angel with the tattered wings…

You, devil on my shoulder, enjoying and destroying me…

You’re the source of my euphoria…

You’re the source of my melancholia.

You’re a drunken kiss and a broken bliss.

What shall I do with this? Why has this all gone amiss?

568 · Jun 2013

The Petals of Indecision

Tiffany N Castro Jun 2013

The Petals of Indecision

I pull each petal out of the flower
some petals are sweet, but some are sour.
I pull them one by one
sometimes they help me make decisions.
You make me happy...you make me sad.
You are good...you are bad.
I want you close...I want you far away.
I want you to go...I want you to stay.
I want you remembered...I want you forgot.
I love you...I love you not...
Worms take the fallen petals and they all end up devoured.
I am in control yet you still have me overpowered.
Bees have their honey, but they also have their stingers.
**Sweet but painful memories of you linger.

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