Library of the Lovelorn

It rose up straight from the earth,

this library of the lovelorn

Page upon page

of every dream they ever dreamt

that went unremembered

Connection

Entire universes exist within a persons eyes

Worlds that are just barely disguised,

sparkling as though they think they'll never die

Take a journey through this roller coaster ride

Flecks of colour that lure you in,

then shut you out as quick as a blink

Glass Jar

I feel these four walls closing in,

stifling me

It's getting harder and harder to breathe

It's like a little glass jar

with a butterfly stuck in

Close off the holes one by one,
cut off her supply of air

Watch her fluttering wings

Frailty

Still waters do not always run deep,
I sought rest at your feet
The result rendered me incomplete

Passive aggressive notions of
what lies beyond the ever after
If there's beauty in breakdown
there's a possibility it may never be found

The Spider's Dance

There is an agony

that is experienced

when coming face to face

with the person in the mirror

and not seeing the mask,

the one so carefully arranged upon,

but instead

seeing the raw exposed mess

that lies beneath

The Beginning

Before the articulation

of thought

and emotion took form

there was the essence of

me

with the promise

of everything I could be.

Only to you.

You are my weak spot; my achilles heel
Press down,
bruise the skin
Where you end, I begin.

Dream within a dream

I woke up terrified yesterday
only to find myself
in a dream within a dream

The darkness closed in
I called my dreams bluff
and awoke, ever so smugly

Sweetest Sin

Your pleasure meshed

into my soul

I was overcome

by my need to make

you lose control.

Queen Of The Damned

The Queen Of The Damned meets a boy
of ordinary heart and mind,
a commoner in her Queendom
but not a follower in her midst


He is ordinary and yet not so
He pokes fun at her vestigial, royal robe
Audaciously, he laughs, at her airs

You

Like an addict

crazed with lust

for the next fix

I crave to feel

the rush

of your name

flooding into my

veins.

Synapses overcome

with emotion

that defies control,

the image of you

haunts me

into

the dark fold

of a night

that is not

familiar

with the taste

of reprieve.

This

bittersweet flower

of pain

that spreads

from inside

my chest

should encourage me

to escape

but it sucks me deeper in.

Whirling round

and round

and round

this bottomless spiral

this world has trapped

me in,

I see

riddles and rhymes

merged and combined-

almost but never

close but far,

somewhere

in the distance

you manage

to toe

over my

boundary lines

with no understanding

of where you are.

One step at a time

one forward one back,

we wrap ourselves

into the lies we tell

to keep from falling apart.

To help myself

fall asleep

I tell myself

catharsis

will be achieved

even if you

remain

beyond

my reach.

July 2004.