Dreamkeeper
Dreamkeeper you've stolen my sleep.
How I long for those intoxicating hours of shared bliss-
I can't stay in the realm of silence and color without you.
What have you done to me?
Why must I remain, tossing and turning, every night,
despite waxing moon or waning?
I pen you this in hopes of sweet slumber:
let me be!
Dreamkeeper I cannot stand this world, this gray reality-
You've given me glimpse of yours and now I can never go back.
Let me sleep, Dreamkeeper; perhaps slip into oblivion
You'll be joining me anyway.
Unless the time is shared, the time is wasted-
You've proven that theory-
So why not let me slide
down.
and forget you? Much easier then than now.
For adrenaline only gets me so far-
then I crash
and you're not there
and there
and there.
I dread the waking, and the sleepless nights.
The Phantom Girl
The Phantom Girl, she's all grown up-
not lacking in curve of hip or pink of lip-
Striving to make a name for herself in a world that doesn't care.
She's nothing more than a Phantom Girl.
Devoid of form and shape, just a bright light,
a shade perhaps, floating from
room to room,
dust to dust-
This Phantom Girl looks at me through eyes of granite and glass
and sees only pain.
She sold her soul to the Wayfinder, only to be
forever lost-
Another phantom among the fields of flowers,
floating with the breeze
being called to sacrifice-
This Phantom Girl, this Queen of Hearts, cares not for
where we're from, but where we're going,
for she wants to go-
away-
Andromeda, chained for the beast, never
felt this anguish.
Letter to My Pygmalion
I, the goddess of unrequited love, am not the girl of stone
you think me to be.
I, with the breezy smiles and careless heart, do not
play at love. I do not aim my arrow at your heart
deliberately.
I love you as I love the others; I just don't love you
as you would have me love.
For what I want is happiness.
I want a way out.
I would be away from this place: be rid of the
old chains of my doubt, your reserve.
Do not mislead me so;
we know not what we do.
I cannot hold my breath forever
cannot remain cold -
alone.
Wrap your arms around me if you love me so, and all will be right.
Even though I shall be gone, I will remain your muse,
your flowering one.
For that is all I have ever been.
Not Quite a Nightmare
God played a weird trick on me last night.
He put you in my dream.
Who are you to be in my dream?
You're not the one I was looking for.
I talked with God and asked Him for a beautiful love.
So you were there? So you kissed me?
In a breathless moment of lucidity, I felt your lips on mine.
And I liked it.
Why?
Does it scare you that I'm so close?
Did it ever occur to you to ask me out-
ask me in ?
I'm not quite at home here, but neither are
you. So it's funny.
Because you're my Jim Morrison and
I'm your 60's slut
Because I've been alone too long and
you've been too long without.
What a thrill it is to have the world stop again-
or maybe not.
Maybe it's just you. Throwing me. Surrounding me.
I can't see through the purple haze, and
that's fine. For now.
I'm close, I can feel it, I'm onto something.
Don't back away. Baby.
Because I want to hold you.
Because I can tell you want me to, too.
You're the one person who looks at me and
sees me.
I do the same, sometimes.
The world falls away in chunks. The heaviness lifts.
Just you. And me. And our eyes.
Two opposite orbs- brown and green- duking it out,
only to fall into each other with a sigh, or a laugh.
Because you're here and
I have nothing else to do.
Because it's time.
Ode to my half-eaten chocolate bunny
There you are
There you sit
So lonely
So inviting
So- chocolatey.
I've hurt you and I'm sorry, you're only half of a bunny now.
I can't help
Wanting to bite your chocolate curves
But
I don't want you to melt
in my hand
in my palm
Stay hard, little bunny, like everyone else.
I see your little crevices and the clever detailing
engraved
on your chocolate fur
by some candy maker, perhaps.
Before too long, you'll be even less than half a bunny.
Oh well
So much for the future
Better to be digested than moldy
Unused Fragments
I don't know what I'm supposed to do with the fragments you've left me.
I would like to throw them away- but no-
I'd hurt you even more than I already have.
And I couldn't bear it.
Time and time again I'm left holding pieces of you that you want
loved and nurtured-
but I have never been able to give you what you want.
I can't give of myself that freely, I wish you could understand-
I wish I could forget.
But you're branded me- left me with scars
that won't heal.
I wonder sometimes if you've set out to destroy me
in a nice way
to make up for the times I didn't want you or
the times you wished I had cared.
But I couldn't because there's no such thing as false emotion,
only cloudy hopes and vague promises to turn your mind upside down.
Why do you still thrust upon me the burden of your expectant adoration?
I can't stand to be your play-thing; but it's far worse than that I think.
You've dug much deeper this time- I need the light.
So if I happened to drop
your love
into a trashcan
and walk away
would you hate me for not telling you?
You loved a wild thing
who makes her own cages and paces the floor
without thought of you.
If I disposed of your love like last night's trash or yesterday's newspaper-
could you blame me?
You'd do the same
I guess
without thought of tomorrow and her pain
or yesterday and her sorrow
I didn't know I could captivate mindlessly.
No one should have that power.
I have my scars and the fragments you've given me still
in my pocket
for another day perhaps-
no, no; not ever.