you are my muse
and that is the truth, at least for now,
pulling me from the depths of despair
i find myself in somehow
preferring the comfort of the darkness
when there is so much light out there
until your smile, your eyes, your voice
prove the perfect snare
so keep me under your spell
for as long as you truly can
dance with me to the tune of my wildness.
be my hero, be my man
and i’ll write you until my tears run out
and i’ll need to cut open a vein
and let my fears and dreams and love spill out,
and all that my heart cannot contain.
Is the sky much bluer over there
than it is here?
Will the wind still whisper its secrets
in my ear?
Do their smiles ring truer
than the ones I’ve always known?
Is the world really so different
now that I am grown?
Is the view more beautiful
from above than it is below?
Does the sea smell as glorious
as you keep telling me so?
I wish I could bottle it all up,
take it back home with me,
treasure it, remember it
carve it in memory
For as the years have gone by,
I seem to have forgotten
all the beauty life once showed me.
How could memory be so wanton?
So show me those places again,
take me there with you
I wish to see it all again –
the world I once knew.
I’ve moved past from all the days wishing
you were living this life with me.
Did you ever dream the same –
do you like what you see?
Life moves on as we
*Originally published 4/10/14
Nonet: A nonet is a type of poem which has nine lines, with the first line having 9 syllables, the second 8 syllables, the third 7 until the ninth line has only one. Some nonets may also have an iambic meter (stress on every other syllable).
How much do you love me,
he asked her one night
as they lay spent and weary
after another fiery flight
into the never-ending abyss
where his touch pieced her together
stitch by stitch, scar by scar
for his love had no measure
I love you until the end of time, she said
until my heart shall cease to beat.
I love you without reservations –
You’re my sanctuary, my retreat,
where your arms enfold all of me
heart, body, and soul,
even the storms that lie inside me
With you, I am whole.
via Daily Prompt: Measure
there’s a child still asleep
not realizing that the danger’s over
for she sank in too deep
into the darkness of her soul
seeking her sanctuary,
and there’s she’s been hiding,
still waiting to be free.
I am not pleased, not when it feels like
we’re all dancing in the first circle of hell
where the ones considered different among us are taken away,
and our sense of compassion have slowly unraveled,
where it’s easier to turn a blind eye
to the things that are really happening,
instead believing the sweetly-coated lies and the hype,
too afraid to see what true consciousness can bring,
not when we can no longer trust one another
and inclusion becomes just a forgotten word.
I am not pleased with the way things are turning out today
where people who are just like us are no longer seen nor heard.
via Daily Prompt: Pleased
Stitch after stitch she counts them
remembering how she earned every single one
scars unseen but never forgotten
of a life half-lived with so much more to be done
she’d have unraveled a long time ago
were it not for dreams yet to be fulfilled
of doing what she loved no matter how hard
even if she had to rebuild
and so she counts the lines one by one
jagged and often, still cutting deep
but she’s determined to claim what is hers
the life she’s yearned for, all hers to keep
Via Daily Prompt: Unravel
Blindly she loves him,
she’s the only one who dares
take a step into his darkness
even when his words ensnare
as he tells her he loves her
whispering the sweetest of lies
each one veiled with a yearning
of true love in disguise
via Daily Prompt: Blindly
I heard you died today at 5:30 pm
it’s strange to say this out loud,
but I don’t know how to feel,
why I feel like crying when I shouldn’t,
why I’m feeling a bit off keel
for you stole something from me then
while at the same time
you gave me something in return
childhood and trust slowly peeled away
just for the chance to be heard
you made me lose trust in people
and later, made me question my desires
you made me strong enough to leave home
you made a part of me crave
what the world told me was wrong
I should have hated you for what you did,
but you listened to me when no one had the time
exacting a price in return that no one would believe
while I waited for this day, hoping
maybe I’d get back what was mine
but it’s a hollow victory, really…
for why do I feel like I’ve lost
Did your poisoned apple shape me, after all,
a gift from you that’s become our secret to keep?
he was her prince, her knight
in shining armor,
the man who’d keep her safe,
he was her harbor
vanquishing the fears
that kept her awake at night,
but not from the demons
that stayed out of his sight
until the day came when he saw them
from behind her eyes
and he wondered how long they’d known
of the demons hiding behind his disguise.