Poison

Taking the poison that you feed me,

Lying in your bed of thorn pricked roses,

I am the victim of your pride.

Sleeping in a dark disarray

Waking to the moon of day.

You’re the shadow that hangs over me,

The bow of the arrow that pierces me.

My dark obsession, my greatest desire,

I wither at your touch.

Your sweet words are poison

Your kisses are tainted.

You’re the shadow that blocks out the sun.

Masquerade; the world never finds me.

But you always come to seek me out.

Unrevealing the bruises I hide

From the world, but not from you.

The poisoned wine upon the table

With the ashes and scarlet beads of blood.

Crown me as your queen

And sit beside you among the blind.

With no one to unmask the truth that I hide

I wear your bruises with my dress of velvet silk.

Admiring your work of art

So easy to break under your hand.

Feeding me the poison of your words

I am the victim of your pride.

Sidewalks of Life

I gaze upon the broken sidewalk,

Scattered with glowing autumn leaves.

My path lies before me,

It’s my choice whether to move forward.

I wander along the sidewalks of life,

So hesitant on which way to go,

Praying that I won’t fall to my knees,

Hoping I will choose the right way.

The cold breeze swarms around me,

The summer days have ended.

I hope I won’t lose my way

During the darkest hours of winter.

Not stopping to see if it’s the right way,

Just willing to find a smoother path.

This sidewalk is too unpredictable

It tends to lead me astray.

Like drunken men with no direction,

I wander aimlessly to find a new way,

Stumbling at the corners,

Tripping over my own feet,

Blinding rushing through this mess.

Have I made a wrong turn?

Was it fate that lead me here,

Or my own careless thinking?

It’s much more quiet over here,

On the other side of the sidewalk.

Dried leaves fall at my feet,

And the sun is no longer smiling.

I’m not prepared for this,

This wrong turn that I’ve made.

But the truth is,

We’re all puppets of fate.

And on these sidewalks of life,

Sometimes we have no control

Over where we’re going,

Or who we’re going to meet on the way.

One by one,

We will all slip and fall

On these sidewalks of life.

Some may even skin their knees

And bleed.

But it’s our job

To prove fate wrong,

And get up on our feet again,

And just keep walking,

With each step getting closer

To where we’re meant to be.

A Sign of Life [poem]

Huddled in the corner

Waiting for a sign of life.

It’s very quiet down here

But now I’m starting to wonder

If it was really worth it.

I wish I could be like the stars,

So high in the inky black sky

Defying the laws of gravity.        

But now stars are falling

In these hours of darkness,

Like fading tears of light.

Flashing before my eyes,

Their beauty shining one last time.

Promise me I won’t fade away,

Like the falling stars of night.

Let me believe I’ll never die,

Promise me I’ll shine.

Broken [poem]

She keeps her hand over her heart,

As if trying not to fall apart.

She knows she is broken,

Though no words have been spoken.

Everyone stops and stares,

They can’t help but beware.

She sinks to the ground,

Ignoring the sound.

She keeps her hand over her heart,

As if trying not to fall apart.

Pulling herself together,

As delicate as heather.

The room is hushed,

No longer so rushed.

They want to help her,

But to her it’s just a blur.

She keeps her hand over her heart,

As if trying not to fall apart.

She tries to stay strong,

Even when everything seems so wrong.

Weary as the Sun [poem]

If my life passed by me

I would let it go.

Few glorious sights I’ve seen,

but many great imaginings.

I’ve not lived my life well

and perhaps it is empty

with my unfilled dreams

that faded into silence.

When the challenge is set before me

what will I really choose?

Many beautiful memories I have,

of dreams and summers,

dawns and evenings,

of rain and sunlight.

I have not yet slept under the stars

in the protection of the moon.

I’ve never ran wild,

always one foot on the ground.

I’ve crossed the ocean

from west to east and back again,

yet I’ve never seen the waves.

I think I know how to love,

but I’ve never had the chance.

Never felt the arms around me,

telling me it’s all right.

I’ve seen the lights, so bright,

I’ve seen the crackling fire

I’ve heard the laughter

and felt the bliss.

But it’s an ocean away

and I long to return to it.

It’s all rather dark now, quiet,

as the lights have faded long ago.

I’ve felt a beauty inside me,

a beauty that was not mine to keep.

The glimmering words were not for me,

I still tried to capture the light.

I’ve laughed without humour,

smiled without feeling.

I’ve been alone in different crowds,

I’m looking in from the outside.

I’ve never been skating on the lake,

have never been along the waters of Venice.

Never quite felt alive

when I am so far away.

And where will this end

I do not wish to know anymore.

I’m just so tired

and let me sleep until dawn

without losing so much time.

I feel as weary as the sun

though I am still young,

with a chance to live

I do not know where to go.

But the sun is so much older,

has seen so much more than me.

And yet she still stands,

her golden rays dancing where they may.

I wish someday

I will be as beautiful as she.

Darkness [poem]

 

Living in the past now,

but I’m not looking back.

Not looking anywhere, in fact,

only frozen in time.

Waking up now,

but there is no color.

I live in a world

that’s in shades of grey

but maybe it’s all I deserve.

No feeling

no tears

just the emptiness.

No words

no song

only the fading memory.

Cutting me deeper

sharper

but I just ignore it.

Shining stronger

brighter

but it is not alive.

I’m living in my own world

in shades of grey.

There’s no one here

now

only ghosts with voices.

There’s no pain

now

just emptiness

like darkness

that swallows me

bit by bit

taking parts of me with it.

Not anger

or sadness

not alive

like pain.

It’s both

but it’s neither

it’s something words can’t describe.

Time cannot heal it

time cannot penetrate through.

Time cannot heal it

time cannot...

Only sorrow can mend

it

Because sorrow is real

sorrow is

alive.

Strangely Beautiful

The sky was like a brilliant diamond floating above the forest, shining azure, and gleaming down. The waters of the earth reflected its beauty, its ripples sending out swirls of aquamarine that were their own unique impersonation of the sky.

Rays of sunlight danced down from the heavens and twirled around on the ground, lighting everything in a warm, golden glow. There were trees in the forest, many acres of them, lush and green and wonderful. The bending willow trees swept the ground with their long viridescent arms, murmuring amongst themselves, while the oak trees laughed as their leaves fluttered down onto the warm forest floor.

There were magical creatures that lived in that forest. Groups of mischievous vibrant pixies who made the flowers glow and glimmer, beautiful dryads who lived in the forests’ sweet ponds, and birds of brilliant colors that sang the most blissful songs of peace and prosperity. 

Among this beauty of the forest, in one of the small clearings, a maiden sat by one of the ponds. Her long legs and feet dangled in the powder-blue water. Her eyes were of the rarest violets, like an amethyst, and her hair of the lightest gold. Her hair hung in long waves that reached her knees, but today, it was braided and rested gently on her back. Woven carefully in the braid were delicate flowers of magnolias, roses, and lilies. With her bare feet and feathery dress of emerald, anyone could tell she was a creature of the forest. No doubt her court was waiting on her in the foremost clearing of the trees, dancing or singing while they waited.

The girl was gazing up at the sky thoughtfully, her violet eyes bright. At nighttime, when the sun fell, on many warm nights she would come and throw shining silvery-grey pebbles into the shimmering water under the moonlight with her friends. She was rarely alone when she came to this pond. It was a special pond, one with many magnificent stories that she had heard as a child.

A little dragonfly fluttered near her, and the young maiden reached out her hand. It touched her for an instant, before breaking free and flying off into the diamond sky.

The girl smiled, and closed her eyes, breathing in the smell of the trees and grass and cosmos. Then she opened her eyes and stood up. With lithe, light steps, she made her way through the welcoming trees to where she belonged.

The end