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They wouldn’t understand,
If the could.
Don’t wanna know,
Don’t wanna care.
Lock the poor little orphan girl,
Up in her room,
And we’ll pretend
That she’s not there.
We can ignore,
The screaming,
The nightmares,
And the tears.
Because we don’t know,
It wasn’t us,
We didn’t go through,
Those painful years.
We’ll close our eyes,
Our doors,
Our minds,
Who wants to hear an orphan’s cries?
And, all the while,
Behind those doors,
The crying stops,
And the orphan dies.
‘She died too young,
Too sad,
Too soon,’
You listen as the neighbor’s say.
But, you know inside that you don’t care.
You didn’t even,
Want to hear,
The girl cry anyway.
Embryonic Fate
Day after tragic day,
Since the one that brought
Me here to this lonely place,
I’ve stayed the same.
I thought life was about change.
Life is about chaos, torture, and pain.
My life is without purpose or reason,
It’s always been the same.
Even in the womb, I was a poet.
Denied love or touch, only sheltered
By the crushing words of hate that surrounded me,
And it’s still the same.
Those same words I hear at night,
Bounding me
To the sleep I crave by daylight.
And my world will forever remain the same
Hallow
My mind explodes,
As I drown,
Waves of sleep
Overcome me,
Allowing the depth
Of your ocean,
To fill empty spaces
Within my heart,
Making you shallow,
But you allow me.
And yet, breath no air.
I choke upon your love,
As it brings me to the edge.
Covering my mouth,
The words fade away,
And, my mind explodes,
As I drown,
And waves of sleep,
Overcome me.
And, as I die in your arms,
Allowing that depth,
To fulfill my heart,
You cry no tears,
Forbidding this ocean grow
Large enough to consume you…
You can’t join me,
We both swim alone.
Gone From Here
Twenty minutes ago
My life was on track
Work, play, eat, sleep
Live or die
Surviving
Then you arrived
Carrying my very breath
Within your hands
Stealing from me
All I thought I kne
And cupping it away
Teasing me
With my own blood
My own heart
And when I broke down
Crying begging you mercy
You laughed and turned away
And when I died
You returned
To mourn me
If only for a moment
My life in your hands
Transforming into a single rose
Yet, you shed no tears.
Replenish
Regardless of the sound of space,
Your love remains silent,
A mystery unfolding slowly,
Day by curious day.
But, what of the night?
The time when my love, and tears
Flow freely without the crowd,
So far out of your reach.
This vicious cycle of unending confusion,
Is tearing at my heart.
Words not heard, touches left unfelt,
They are almost too much to bear.
So, I give to you the blood of my soul,
Untainted, and thickened by my love,
I can only hope that you won’t waste it,
But drink from it, and bring me new life.
Lucky Girl
6:17
And the fog envelops
As the icy air
Drifts between
Me and my empty mind
I travel along
Like some zombie
Unearthed
Disturbed rest
After thousands of years
Unsure of myself
I cannot speak
I am divided
For, here I am
Yet, my heart resides with you
And as I disappear
Into these shadows
Forever lost
To this December sunrise
I’m sure you will not remember
Torrid Flame
Tears drip down my cheeks,
Unhidden, not forlorn,
But yet, they go unnoticed
To your artist’s eyes?
I think not Watson,
You are far too clever for that,
You simply ignore in horror,
Aware that the truth abounds.
I hope you enjoyed her…
Her company, her conversation.
Did you speak ill of me?
You often do.
Were her breasts more firm,
Her stomach taught?
Or, was it her smile and
Grace that stole you
Did she warm you with wine,
Or were you sober conscience.
When you ripped my heart
Out from my chest?
Some Assembly Required
I’m not packaged in styrofoam.
I don’t come with instruction booklet,
You have to figure me out on your own,
And handle me with care.
I’m not a child, but I’m not yet grown.
I haven’t experienced real love yet.
Please don’t talk to me in that tone,
I’m much to fragile for you to be unfair.
And, if I cry without you,
It’s because I still can’t trust,
And with everything I’ve been through,
I hope you’ll understand.
It’s not because I want to,
But, simply because I must.
So, if you can only be true,
I will finally make stand.
So, as the days turn into weeks,
There is just one question left,
Will you just kiss my forehead and my cheeks,
And then let me walk away???
Two Deaf Girls
I pick up the slack,
Taking places.
Remembering what you lack,
You’re changing faces.
Grown up child,
Those memories fading fast.
The pain is never mild,
When you get it at last.
Terror reigns in,
Estranged by your belief.
And raging begins,
As your feelings deceive.
All that you are,
And all that you’ll be.
What you mean to her,
And who you are to me.
We muddle together,
Without a simple choice.
Taking with us, your forever,
Yet, neither hear your voice.
