Thinly veiled smiles
Talks of flowers
In the same stale breath
Envisions a death
Ethereal and yet – very real
Is her mirror’s favorite subject
And yet in her mind it rejects
Voice sounds like an angel
When its busy not sounding like a mongrel
Walk is a swift breeze
And is also an easy tease
Is a merciful vengeance
A heart’s cold resurgence
Runs away from affection
And yet longs for an aching affliction
Is a vessel brimming with hope
With who you have decided to elope
Doesn’t always swing both ways
But you will take your chance today
Is slowly moving away
To your heart’s dismay
Is looking at you
Like you are the new Taboo
Doesn’t want this dance
Was never hinting at a romance?
Wishes to unsee
The desperation for love that is – me
I don’t remember
the first day
I just remember
I didn’t see
I only saw
the little red dot.
I never understood
the pain that seared through
I only understood
the shame that was passed on
Now I hide
the dull ache with a smile
Wish I didn’t have to hide
the lifeless cotton detritus
How does it feel?
I was never allowed to feel
Why don’t we make love?
Honey, I am too busy shedding love.
I was thirteen
when the little red dot came at first
I was suddenly NOT thirteen
women grow up in a day – my mother said
The world was quiet
all of a sudden
and the only thing that wasn’t quiet?
The screaming little red dot on my school uniform
They pointed, they laughed
Guess schools are tougher than the world
My sister didn’t laugh
she knew what it meant, those mean words.
Do you still hide
Do you hide
Did they whisper everyday to you too?
Did they tell you
that the little red dot
Embraces suffering like an old friend
walks with her head surrendered
looks up only when dreaming of joy
her heart is ignorant of its own wonders
Her mirror is a friend and a foe
that smile – a guileless weapon
her sorrow has more courage
those tears – precious heathens
Lives inside a guiltless frame
becomes real to all those who walk by
and if they see those tears up close
they’ll find Dora Maar has just smiled…
Why leave the fairy lights?
Blinded by their wistful sighs
When you could close their eyes to let their light breathe in
Why leave behind this happy cloud?
Become another face in the crowd
The beauty your eyes seek can only be found within
Darkness is a bad influence
It feeds on sad remembrance
Perhaps it’s best to surrender to it with a smile
Silence is contagious
Its peace deemed too precious
Only the heart knows the beauty of an unsung song
Love that’s an epiphany
Is often mistaken for destiny
Your fate is a reflection of your heart
Soul is a lonely friend
Surviving in ignored bookends
Perhaps it’s time to open your heart and let it in for a while
Conscience is a worthy adversary
Almost always defeated by false bravery
Make it your friend for a dreamless night
Those fairy lights they beckon
Rumi has spoken
“It is your light that lights the world”
This piece of me sits alone
My words lurk in rusty corners
They don’t fit in a box
But they aren’t free just yet!
This ink that bleeds out my soul
Flows without direction
Each curve fills me up
Drowns me in drops of empty regrets
What category? What genre?
What theme am I?
Am I that condescending voice
forever without -definition?
Why do these words need an indent?
Why a structure? Why a sentence?
Did I create this to fit in?
or is rarity my ascension?
This piece of me doesn’t know
Whether it is the lone drop in the sea,
Or a snowflake descending
Or is it just a desperate scream of the meek.
This piece of me doesn’t fit
the precious glass slipper
It is not stuck in a list
This piece of me…is just…me
This death that creeps in
Is neither yours nor mine
It doesn’t discriminate
Red white black and blue
It, just, is…
It stays its hand
When you breathe out
Each night when your bones creak
It lets out a sigh
Like an old friend, it waits by your side…
It’s not the darkness you see
In the shadows
That’s just your fear of an unknown light
Death loves you
Just like life, it lurks…
In that empty room
In the depth of the night
When you decide to stop your fight
Its embrace is warm
And like your angel, it lets you fly…