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Ten thousand eight hundred seventy nine
A number, of course, a number divine
The number itself might seem rather absurd
But I thought it'd look nice written out like a word
A voice like black velvet
Silky smooth and seductive
Luxurious and careful to hide
Your deceit
Bury me like heavy snow
With your beautiful, lying words
Let them sparkle on my eyelashes
Tides roll in and push us out
Nothing here to hear us shout
Glowing fires take the dawn
We are now as Nature's pawn.
We wonder, wander, dream and dare,
I miss the days
before summer turned cold
before autumn leaves
fell in blood-red and gold.
I miss the days
before cold hard apathy
when we pretended we
were a perfect family.
I put my hand to my heart
The steady, quick pulse
Like the wings of a hummingbird
Ruby red and jade against the blank whiteness
Of winter and ice
I feel the rhythm
Lace curtains and silken skin
Shadows fall and slither in
Icing drips down bells that rang
Lilies call the birds that sang
Sickeningly sweet and grim
Sunset falls on summer's whim
Fading black frustration
Unwilling to let the tears fall
Crying out anyway
Knowing I'm pathetic
Trying not to care
How can I let
Everyone down
When I'm trying so hard not to?
Paper's there to listen when the earth has tuned me out,
Poetry's the pillow that takes my angry shout,
And writing is the friend that never fails to say, "Hello."
It doesn't need to rhyme and it doesn't need to flow--
Gentle are the waves
Now stroking the sides of my face
My eyes are open
But I do not see the sunrise
My eyes are open
But as seeing as thick black glass
Thin, red tendrils of blood
Terrified am I
Late at night
When you arrive
Familiar am I
To your tactics
Your technique
Every time
I know what will happen
And every time
Powerless am I
To stop it
Like sand through an hourglass
I love you
Time will run out
More than life
It will end
Itself
Midnight
You are special
The clock strikes
To me
How can it be
A flash of crimson searing pain
Screams held deep within my soul
He looks at me with a sneer
And bares his teeth, eyes burning
Waves of nausea roll over me
As darkness closes in
Steely gray, dark and vast
The foggy heavens grow
Billowing sails from the mast
Mock hungry waves below
Our wooden ship crashes, tumbles
On once-calm waters of the sea
Winds whistle
Wailing, whining
Wanting white winter
Wishing weather would waver
Why winds wail
One would wonder
Whether wishing wavering weather
Will welcome wanderers
Sleep is a lullaby,
Constant as the tide
Upon reaching the end,
A bit of a surprise
She lures you in with a saccharine smile
And puts you to bed with a comforting hand
A slow breath out
Exhale cool mint tendrils of fog
Blink off ice crystals
Snow settled on eyelashes
As you lay on your back
Face to the heavens above
And breathe in,
And breathe out
You are the fox
I am the rabbit
You have backed me into a corner
I have solved your mystery
Too late.
You sneer and slink in for the kill
I cower and hide
You know you've already won
Lies.
All of them.
Every word you say,
Dropping like acid rain
On my heart
Burning a hole straight through
Infecting the point
Where your arrow pierced me
I'm used to the scars now
