Strum the lace that decorates the walls
spread the darkened words through and through
the phrases you hear coming to life
yell curses in the twilight
Plank by plank the building stands
years of sweat consumed in a sec’
garnered memories held in the hearth
flickered away by the petrol
Ivy décor wilts and moans
future laughs are further ignored
I seethe through the window
an unwelcomed guest thrust upon you.
Heed their words! Fear their cries!
I come to birth their ideas revived!
What was once lively I’ve come to demise
burnt threshold is a gift of mine
In the shadow of the night anger is fed
while freedom continues to be starved
I fuel their vocalizations into reality
as they fear the changing society
Rebuild what I’ve destroyed,
water the knowledge I’ve unleashed
as I turn your suitcases into a ghoulish coal
as I blacken the bassinet of your dreams
return with the calmness needed by those who delivered me
I already forgot you, goodbye.
Pills throughout the night, sunrise denied.
Feathered wings tied in string
seek shelter as a refugee
promise broken from the start
in the act of selfish hearts
from the cage it would take
poisoned words to escape
in the blood that you loathe
flows the same crimson in your soul
In the depth of the earth
A cradle holds an astray birth
Wings will fly from the cage
But find freedom as enslaved
You have wit, you have that gleam
that gleam in your eye that reminds me
of a daydream.
Your irises are a magician's act
one day I think I could describe them
green, gray, blue, I've never known in fact.
Nor does it matter what is the essence of their hue
what matters is what you see in me
and what I see in you.
My browns are muddy and opaque
but an undeniable light fastens
with the caresses you leave in your wake.
My gaze looks for you, begs for your own
you're eager to please it
to feed the hungry love we've grown.
Do not hide what I have found,
for the silent words translated in our gazes
have left me bound.
I refuse to believe that "I lost"
a negative connotation should not exist
for the long night that you held me
to thaw all the frost.
I lose plenty of things
my bobby pins line up the streets
to leave me alone
as if they had wings.
The first time was not a regret,
I gained so much more
it was a precious moment
I'm unlikely to forget.
The feeling of being held by a loved one
to love a body other than your own
only to discover that previous uncertainty
has diminished to none.
Tell me I have lost and I'll tell you I have gained
my innocence did not die away
The gasps, the moans, the caresses
are in my memory stained.
If I lose my lover I will have gained
the undeniable knowledge
that my body is power,
not to be taken in vain.
If I'm not shamed for losing my bobby pins
those objects that I lose so carelessly
then my first time should not be named
as one of my reckless sins.
Shavings fall to the ground
the unkempt floor of your past endeavors
you start in the torso where emotions are found
these are the easiest to mold, fastest to sever
Slow and steady was your trade
day and night you worked over me
natural beauty interrupted by your blade
as you sought to control the sapling tree
Chisel the defects into perfection
but your pride overlooked the signs of abuse
my skin carries the knots of my dejection
where branches reached before your misuse
Whittle out the pine as my sap seeps through
wiping these away to prevent stain
you promise a better life where I'm anew
an extension to your territorial domain
I trust your empty phrases
fooled into preferring a polish over my scaly skin
your blistered hands guiding my altering phases
my new shape a trophy to your sin
The sapling dies
uprooted from the earth
as a rigid immobile figure rises
your promises failed in my rebirth
Your crystal palace
is now broken, dent and fractured
all of the facets could not withstand the malice
breaching the walls of a haven shattered.
Objects hit the roof demanding your attention
do you escape or mold the crystal palace?
These challenges do not seek your affection
tender heart could only become calloused.
Haven struck, haven pained
malleability against harmful mechanisms is a talent
in these nights a lesson must be gained
to impose a safeguard against further lament.
Reflections cast were from other's eyes
leaving an empty shell in their wake
the whispers led to inner demise
as the mirror only revealed a fake.
The good is okay, it reassures
the bad leaves you in shards of a broken structure
your eyesight is blinded from your treasure
these opinions are void, ignore the manufacturers.
Rebuild anew for the remnants creak
a stronghold made to not be bent
cover the mirrors in velvet sheets
so outside voices can't make a dent.
A stone palace now remains
the walls echo as an image shines
Only one voice it contains
Drop. Drop. Drop.
I hear my siblings splatter against the ground
smeared with an aftertaste of deep release
against rooftops, against asphalt, against heavy
shoulders ridden with the stubbornness of regret,
against the feather light nature of a child's head
Drop. Drop. Drop.
Grapevines dangled with the mother's sweet fruit
now jeweled in clear precipitation waiting to be plucked
from the warm hands in tired hums
entrenched wrinkles carrying garnered memories
containing a scorching sun and meager wages
Drop. Drop. Drop.
I wonder if falling in these secret places
will reveal the crevices of life unseen to those
whose hands bear no scars at all
the fall does not dictate where we land
whether in a beggar's cup or in a celebratory wine glass
Drop. Drop. Drop.
In the envy of the land our thudded presence silences
the creeping burrows of wavering malice
in those moments both gold and linen can sense
the rush of our carelessness as we descend
we come knocking on marble and a tin roof
on the brow of a newborn and the cracked tombstone
our mercy is at bay with your matters
Fail to Forget
You say to
me, "let it
go," but how?
If I am
hurt, I fail
my faint head.
The hurt thrives,
there is lack
could yell and
hurt you too.
But I can't
raise my voice
I'm the bad
We both know
why you are