Did you even want to see me this morning?
Or should I have disappeared?
Like the moon
Making way for the sun and all his shining glory

But the moon and sun were once in love
But then the sun would leave at night
And come back in the morning smelling of cheap perfume and liquor
And the moon would escape into the dark
To dry her tears

And I will do the same
I will dry my tears as you burn a new victim
And late at night I will cry alone
I will cry shooting stars and wish upon them that you will come back
But you won't
We will simply orbit without ever catching a glimpse of each other
And you will be content
I will not
Because you are left with light
And I am forced to face the dark

11/23/13**
my only friend
mr.e.d.

i wish he would leave me be for awhile
maybe let me pick myself up off the ground
brush the dirt off of my clothing
take a warm warm shower
and let myself feel human again

but mr.e.d. is selfish
as am i
we both want beauty
we both want to risk it all

i dont quite remember how i met him
we must’ve shook hands one night
when i was feeling too low
because i know he lifted me up
and kissed my nose and whispered
"ill help you become yourself"

i knew mr.e.d. would become my everything
but i didn’t understand what that meant
until he had me gasping for air
between pools of half digested food
crying promises to the toilet bowl
"ill change ill change i promise"

i don’t want to leave mr.e.d.
because he helped me become
who i am
and i owe him
my
life

im sorry that my friends don’t like you mr.e.d.
im sorry that i promised them i’d leave you
but you know me better than that
im loyal
and you
are my everything

Twitch of the eye, recorded.
Beads trickle down rippled foreheads.
The Voice is loud, but lips are sealed.
The pawns thoughts remain concealed
As the mad King addresses the board.

The cameras don't feel the chill
Nor the barrels, aiming still
Yet as the hairs on the necks, they stand
Fellow comrades of the land
Blandly hiding their rebellious wills.

His voice is ice, his head is earth.
His heart is fire but his gaze averts
The marble army changing sides
And as the jester laughs and cries,
Whites turn black and aim as one
And fire as if through just one gun.

No sudden moves
But the King is down.
No one comes to claim the crown.

denuded of cover
she stands all alone
without a leaf
upon her timbered bones
above in sombre grey skies
an uncaring sun hides
winter's whipping wind
lashes her hide
there she shivers
for want of warm light
there she quivers
through the gelid days and nights
the bitter iciness
ever staying
with the freezing vetch
so cruelly parlaying
the end doth call
she dies
she dies
she dies
in winter's cold pall

.
Her hair rushes like rain
As my eyes turn to stone,
Her beauty, it has no fame,
Like Brando is one great poet,
And Shakespeare, so underrated,
Her lips are like undiscovered flowers,
Opening into a mythic forest untrammeled,
Like footsteps reeling after light from beyond,
Her voice babbles as water caressing mute stones.

Zero.
Zero.
Zero.

Nobody there.

But that's probably a good thing.
I can't really tell yet.
But then again I can't really talk to you about it anymore.
I can't talk to anyone anymore I guess.

When it gets to the point where I have to ask someone,
Am I worth it anymore?
It's not the breaking point.
But it is rock bottom.
Rejected by the lowest of the low.
Ouch.

I run through the crowds of people,
trying to gasp for some air.
It's like nobody even sees me anymore.
I'm just another pretty face lost in a sea of people now.
I'm just like everybody else.

I need that spark again.
Just that smudge of light lost in the darkness of the world.
I found it once,
but it's lost now.
I want that spark that makes me feel human again.
Lets me know that I mean more than this.
Makes me happy to be alive and breathing everyday.
Makes me want to get out and live my life.
Something to live for.

I can't let rejection get to me anymore.
Because all I see is nothing.
*Zero

Do you still remember?
The lovely fragrance from this garden of mine...
Have you forgotten?
That I always...
keep the doors of my garden ever open for you..

You never came and caressed a flower
These colorful flowers I saved for you...
You must be afraid of my shadows falling on you
Still my love does not hinder me...
from planting another rose...
...and another rose...
the red, the yellow and the blue...
all fresh in the morning dew..
and waiting for you...

By Rina