post poetry

Red blinds.
I’m red blinds.
Red blinds
Reject me.
‘Go then.’
‘I’m going.’

Masochist dreamers,
Dream of you.
I dream of you.

Tell me,
Is she special?
Does she do everything for you?
I know you want someone who won’t.
But will,
By force.

I’m your drug.
I saw it
In the look you gave me.

What was it?
Hatred?
Anger?
Regret?
I regret.
I regret not grabbing you.
Not kissing you.

Not being everything to you.
Not showing you
What a masochist I can be.

I’m the red head.
I can wither on the ledge,
Just how you like.
But you love it less.
Because you know it’s me.
You could never love me.

Drink Champaign on staircases,
And never be a fool.
Ignore Spanish beauties,
I wish you could.

Dead mice under deadlines,
I guess that’s all I was.
Noir isn’t quiet in my top five,
But “I’ll Be Waiting” is quite a line.

You broke my heart in one dream,
And mended it in another.
You swept it across the floor in some,
And lost a piece in others.

I’m the fool
Who lives for your words.
You truly are
A teacher.

Your gritty truth.
A romance heart
Is all you have
To offer.

But a younger heart,
That so desires,
Is looking for a
Sense of fire.

You are broken,
Just admit it-
You don’t need
To hide yourself

Behind your humor.
You set yourself
Up for disaster.
But I can’t bear to see you fall,
Down our Champaign staircases.

Catch my heel.
Catch my heel.
Catch me lying there.
Are you surprised that you were lying with me?
Just tell me -
Don’t joke.

You spoke too soon
And stopped too suddenly.
The silence struck me,
Struck me dead.

And while you walk behind me,
I pray that you say more than
Sorry.
And never stop
Walking behind me.
And never stop
Catching my heel.

I wear high heels
On Ferris wheels
With you,
And no small-talk.
In fact, no talk.

You walk through red.
You look through me.
I’m i so terrible
That you can’t even
Look at me.

Silence binds me to
Your voice.
Neglect binds me to
Your attention.

I’m lurking shadows behind
Your eyes.
Abracadabra.
Adoring child.
Is that why?

I’m not so young
That you can’t even
Look at me.

Don’t be afraid.
Just see me.

A glazed expression
Across her face,
What do they look for,
As they laugh in her face.

Why does the animal need to be tamed,
As they pull the collar tighter
Around her neck,
And scream “change!”

And in her mind,
As she is paraded around,
She is in her dreams
Following the clouds.

Let this life go,
Let it slip from my hand,
What a pleasure that would be.
And so easy.

I’ve died many times,
And it never gets old,
Just to feel something
For one last time.

The curtains open,
But it’s so hard,
To show your true colours
To the crowd.

So hide behind the mask
Of smiles and compliments,
And bleed to death
As you scream inside.

Crying clown,
The tide below.
She stands on the end of the world.

Broken hearts in her eyes,
As she stares down,
Down into the void.

The land behind her crumbles,
Her past is broken repression
And dark like guides the way.

Two broken worlds collide
As she slips from the side.
Black vines unbind her memories,
The doble act begins.

The blood falls again,
As i fall once more,
And many more times again.

Nothing left to love,
Nothing left to fear
But life
As it grips on to me.

Why is it that you find,
Half way through,
That suicide is harder
Than you thought?

That life holds on to hard,
And never seems to let go.

The greed,
The fear,
The hate,
Has lead us to this place.
The end.

Angels fall from the heavens,
As our fate unfolds,
The fate we have shaped
By our own selfish hands.

The trees that intertwine
In the orange groves
Hold still for you.

Worshipped ground
Is walked apon.
It praises you.

The trees whisper
Silent sayings
Among new depressions
“Save me…”