Malin

She's almighty.

she can take your breath away with a single flick of her tongue,

and then she'll cut your throat with the flip of her hair.

She prevails.

there are no prisoners, only victims,

the wrath of all that is to come,

the torment of what could be.

She's cognition at its finest.

slipping cyanide into your finest wine,

then shedding a tear as you suffocate to death.

She is alone.

and she reviles in its gory grandeur.

The sharp edges of a shattered mirror,

of love.

The Reef

Fix the broken bow,

we sailed in here upon.

We shall fly away

into the endless sky,

the forever moon

the passerby.

Our love cannot be defeated

for we put our everything into it.

We fly away at the sound of a teardrop

and coast past the pain.

The eyes have seen enough suffering,

Our island of paradise

we shall stop upon for now,

picking up our travels again

to sail anew

with the pulling of the tide.

Tefester

Swarming, manifesting, leeches out of control
harboring victims to the Eastern dock.
sail into the wind, away from the mess
I left for dead.

The Fear I have no doubt

So many thoughts, they are swarming so quickly

wrapping tightly around my throat...

their thick, ramped tongues dying for a taste

of that which is to come.

Fear is the ultimate supper for these thoughts

it is unbearably delicious, tantalizing in every aspect

there is no comparison.

They swarm, getting tighter and tighter around my face

their attempts, thus far, have been abandoned

They have not yet swayed me, have not yet pulled me under...

...not yet.

But they have come close. Frighteningly close

which only makes their frenzy worse

it only perpetuates their desire.

The fear itself is the worst of all vicious cycles

I fear the fear, which makes this tightening around my throat absolutely maddening

It makes all my thoughts twirl, but not in sync like a ballerina

no, these thoughts are the furthest from beautiful and graceful.

They bounce, crack, and groan

I've never wondered why our species was the top of the food chain before

I've always known it was because of this...these thoughts, fear-hungry creatures

But every creatures greatest strength is also their greatest weakness.

Soon I will succumb. Soon.

There is no timeline

But until I do, the thoughts will perpetually tighten

as soon as the fear diminishes, they will loosen for a while

and will be forgotten.

Only to be remembered again when the fear returns.

It will be the death of me someday.

I have no doubt.

Written: January 27, 2009

I don't want it.

I don’t want to get caught up in your tantalizing web
I know not what that web is constructed of
One can only assume of sex, lies and alcohol (yup)
And a little sweat to construe it all so beautifully.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?”
I asked so politely
How good I’ve become at spewing this same bullshit
Saying the things I think you want to hear
Speaking the words that are the equivalent of negative thoughts to me
It makes me sick…ill.
What have I become? And who is there really to blame?
Sure I could pull a measly attempt at blaming you
But we all know how far from reality that is.
Sadly, I don’t know where to stand myself where I belong
Because I don’t belong.
I truly, deep down, am ok with that
But it seems as though to function in this fucking hell hole of a society
That one needs to belong to SOMETHING.
I don’t get it.

Fuck it.

Written: August 15, 2009

Element

The moonlight shone through the wearisome leaves in the trees
The branches that remain made the beams dance.
They found your eyes, and changed them to that color
blue.
Like the deep fountains held tight within,
somehow a secret was wisping away
into the wind
to never be heard again.
We asked the wind to blow her mighty eastern breath
to begin anew.
The earth listened, and added a dance to her mournful tune.
A candle lit to the south,
to embrace the cooling waters to the west.
A song emerged.
Your ocean moonlit eyes danced to the rhythm
and found peace within its tranquility.
Silence is a gift we have to earn.
Hold tight to my hand, while we drift away with the breeze.
The floods will take us away, we'll float in the deep, cool waters.
rise with the founding fires,
and wash up on the steady earth.
Amid a new day, a new life, and a new way.
We will find peace.

Written: November 14, 2009

The Lioness

There is a starving lion in the room
and he's roaring back his fierce face.
The pause in our reaction to this should be shocking,
but the look in the lion's eye
is that of a sad and lonely beast.
Beautiful in his cowardice,
yet he finds himself so vulnerable,
so hideous.
The deep, courageous, beautiful heart of the lion
can only be seen through his eyes.
His expressions, ever-guarded,
He chooses to never set it free.
For, as we know, the lion believes his vulnerability to be repugnant.
His lioness hunts and brings her kill to him
She caresses the lion, delicately licking and cleaning his guarded mask.
The lion's heart melts,
his eyes open,
and he sleeps.

Written: October 27, 2009