In A Garden of Nightshade

You will be amused I'm sure.
My narcissism is unsurpassed.
So go ahead then!
Rip off my dress!
What's a little ripped lace between friends?
A dozen red roses, infinitely
more thorns...
but without those how would we draw blood?
My garden is filled
with poisonous herbs
but belladona and wormword
are also medicines.
You fear losing yourself
to absurdity,
but what is more absurd than life itself?
We can embrace madness with joy......
or we can wallow in the regret
of what might have been.....

Tinkerbell
A thousand accolades of days gone by
Fall as dew into an empty well,
Evaporating before they even reach the bottom.
The light of my effervescent wings
Flicker in the night
My heart longing as my mind
searches for the perfect words
And finding none that are safe,
I retract into silence
Allowing my thoughts to fall
back into the formless sea
Where dreams drown
with the love I never believed in
I’ve decided to call myself Tinkerbell
As I strive to keep my light alive,
while fighting the fear
that without your love I don’t exist.

Not A Day Goes By…

Not a day goes by that you are not on my mind
Not a night passes when a sigh doesn’t pass my lips
in both memory and longing
Knowing it’s really the whisper
of a goodbye never to be uttered.
Your ubiquitous spirit surrounds me like a shroud,
And I sit wrapped in a cocoon of silence, mourning, and exile.
And you – you fly a thousand miles high untouchable, unreachable
Offering an occasional glance, a graze of the lips,
a bitter-sweet play on my fractured heart
and I, in my need, take it with gratitude and weep.

Summer Storm

Like a summer storm you came
And you went.
Blossoms fed by rainbow kisses
Clothed in golden rays
Only to be scorched by fire
Knowing the cold hand of death
Lurked in the shadows.
So my heart rejoiced briefly
Overflowing with love and deligh
t And lay along side anguish and despair
In a delicacy of divine torment
Because the cycles of life are ineluctable.
Like a summer storm you came
And you went.

Winter Nights

The face of the moon shines silently
upon the barren earth.
Dark Shadows hide secrets.
The wind whispers rumors of things yet to come
through skeletal branches,
which not long ago were resplendent
with brilliant hues of scarlet, emerald, and gold.
Amber eyes peer through the darkness,
intent and patient.
A raven cries overhead,
the promise of blood already made.

Rejection
I felt the pain even as your razor eyes pierced mine.
Warm, salty tears, stained delicate ivory and rose.
Blood red rivulets fed my murderous malice.
I could cut you with a thorn
From the bush you bequeathed,
All the blossoms plucked,
Used up, spent, fully armed.
That war of lights from gleaming eyes
Menaces even my most secret dreams.
The cut was deep; the scars are tender
Your memory is distorted; my heart tainted.

A Loss of Love (A Dying to the Self)
He never knew how much he hurt her
when he left without saying goodbye.

For months she looked
and hoped for his return
And saw his face in passers-by.
Weeping silently at night,
her tears dried while her spirit bled.

Hope died and anger passed
All that was left was a memory
of someone that never was.

Retribution
Scornfully you turned away
Eyes cold and mocking
I claw at the scabs on my flesh
Relishing the warmth of my own blood

Nourishing unseen scars with salty tears,
Dancing by the light of a single candle,
I savor your image as I pluck those mocking eyes
And cut open the cowardly heart which denied me.
You will taste the misery, which you fed me
As I vomit your child and squelch the last
Remaining breath of your one true love.

Infatuation
Bewitching me with your beguiling tongue,
Voice sweet as honey
Your keen falcon glance burns through me
Circling me like prey, haunting.
You guard your dragon's hoard,
Whispering immortal secrets,
And unquiet dreams visit me
enthralling me with your charm
As I lean breathless against a window pane.

My Beloved
Tides of radiant joy burst like
Explosions on the Sun's surface.
The altar of my heart torn to shreds
by the pulsing rhythms my love
His absence contorts my soul into
Tapestries of infinite space
Where childhood disease and spiritual decay seek
The redemption of a perfect love.

Solemnly I lick his fingers
And sip droplets of sacred blood
Melting into the sanctuary of he
With whom my fantasies dwell.

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