Strings of Detachment

    I wish I could convey my feelings to you properly   Then I’d be able to tell you how much I loathe you how much I love you how much it pains me to know that I’ll never talk to you again   To have to see you with her and him traces…

grapnel

    I admire you for those cunning claws that knit and pick on others   Little pinpricks are those claws   They’re diggers they devise storm worthy plans for those lowly humans   And they love you for it   You humiliate them scratch ragged lines across their arms   But they don’t weep…

Evergreen, You’re My Favorite

    I welcome you like the Evergreens do the rain   With shaky branches and fallen leaves   I am a disaster for you   Rough patches of dirt and mildew   I’d mold this earth just for a touch   With cold winds but hotter suns   I yearn for you   Am…

The Cell of Nectar

  I listened to the bees once   One sat perched upon my shoulder its stinger secluded   Yet trembly were those wings when I raised my finger   You would have thought I was Jupiter the way that little bee quivered   Before she left she had said to me;   You crave me…

Narcissus to Echo

      You always cry when you’re about to smile   But I don’t blame you darling   Who could know the weight those shoulders of yours carried   Spurned on by distractions   Chattering to goddesses to cover an affair   Your tongue sported imitations because of your actions   Could only repeat…

Requiem of Mephistopheles

  I fear that the darkness might swallow me whole one day   I watch those shadows gather in my room transpiring against that resplendent sheen I once held   They glow with such an intensity   Those demons have embers in their eyes sun rays in their talons goldmine incisors   And I’m terrified…

Psykhe’s Plea

  You were born from the tips of a butterflies compass Systematic members that form a figure eight as you take flight   But you are paper thin   So thin darling   We can all see right through you To the spear that’s engraved into that heart of yours You would have thought it…

The Downfall

I know that I am falling falling falling and even as I am falling with twisted limbs and sharpened claws Rose petal lips that prickle my skin I am reminded of my inducement that comes to me in pairs How those alabaster wings now turn obsidian In the end I may very well be dragged…