BruisesYour hands are bruised again
and I'm wrapping you up with pretty words and bandages
because you're so ugly
while I'm just horrible and horribly attracted to horrible people.
I see your skin
of yellow, purple and green
and your tired dreamer eyes
in all the photo frames
hanging on the walls of this prison you dressed up as a home.
I heard from the woman next door that
your smile is pretty but rare
and the man across the hall said
it runs in the blood and he may be right because
I've seen your blood running.
You push and swallow all your problems
because your mother never told you how to let go.
I don't believe she even knew how
because she loved that man to the day she died
even though he left her for Angeline and
he left Angeline for Augustine
and after that there was Alicia
and last I heard he was living with an Amelia
somewhere in America.
Maybe he had a problem with holding on.
I'm sure you would know better than me.
Sometimes I think
SunkissedShe steps a little closer
and smiles. There's freckles
blooming across my nose and I
don't know if she placed them there
or if they just wandered astray
Her hair is bleached honey by the
long term exposure and I guess I'm
lighter at my roots, too, because
I could float away when she's near and
my feet will not stay grounded
Sometimes a breath of searing air
darts past my ear and I can feel the
singe of warm skin on mine and I relish
every single golden minute of it
She's burned my cheeks blush red
but I still refuse to hide my face
And the only time the dusk ever came
was when the night closed her lashes
and she set off on her path towards
somewhere that wasn't with me
fall to intangibility with meYou're just one of those lionhearted rarities; distinct in this world of fast-moving heartbeats and electric cacophony. For every key you touch is another second of pending and disquieted love. One of those ethereal extinctions; before everyone turns their eyes on you you've already flown away.
I stand watching under your dim balcony behind a happy façade; Watching you like a dream catcher. Because I keep cotton clouds in glass jars and paint my world in shades of white and write your name in the spaces between my fingertips.
Weeks are rigid borders like prison barring minutes in; and cliffs made of metal;
I watch you laugh and frown through those incandescent gold reflections.
I want to write you the most beautiful nocturne and paint you something abstract of gold swirls and blue intangibilities to hang on your ceiling;
to make you think of me.
While years and years race past me I drag old clothes out of closets until flecks of dust dance in the air because I want to be a butterf
The Last Thing I NeededThey forget to mention
how cold it was,
how your legs were pale and twisted in your sheets.
They don't talk about the tear-tracks on your sunken cheeks
or the purple marks on your paper eyelids.
They don't talk about how you were alone in the end.
It's not nice-
to die alone.
Two days after your death,
I woke up with a sheet over my mouth-
the feel of loss that clings to my bones and
the familiar weight of your clothes on my skin.
There were bad days;
the ones where you'd throw your words back
and then drink them down. Afterward we'd stumble home
on blistered feet and fall asleep unhappy.
You'd wake up at dawn and spill your secrets onto the floor
and cry when you couldn't put the pieces of your
life back together again.
I'd pull you back into bed with me and
our knees would brush. You were always cold.
A Vampire's LustIn this eerie silence on a moonless night
Your eyes transcend demonic intentions
Oozing poison from your dreamy glare
Creating an atmosphere of awkward tension
Sinful thoughts creep through your mind
Obscenity crawls on your crimson lips
Your fangs glisten beneath the street light
Your venomous saliva miserly drips
The fire in your eyes burns with desire
As you hypnotise me with your dark aura
And weaken my senses with your black charm
The thirst in your throat yearns for my blood
Then you move closer to me with a fiendish grin
And I smell the pungent odour of your greed
The nearer you get, a sudden fear overcomes me
I start to fear the bite of morbidity
Yet I stand still, motionless with dread
Powerless, youve captured me under your control
As I fall victim to your tainted appetite
Im moments away from my final fall
No-one can rescue me, Im defenseless now
For Im in the hands of a thirsty vampire
Whos ready to suck the life from me
As I die in the arms of