the curve of my daisy

grasping my neck with your invisible hold,
you walk away – forcing me to watch it unfold,
paralyzed – while your teeth begin to dig deeper,
sinking into the ground as I call you my reaper.
The degradation of one’s heart,
leads me to writing poetry in the dark,
wishing for the end – as I fall to the floor,
discovering death is not serene – its a rapping at the door.
Monstrous fancies and misshapen dreams,
love and passion are nothing but short-lived extremes,
our moment in the sun came at a devastating cost,
realizing the brutality of a love now and forever lost

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Wanting

The kiss we shared was of a haunting nature,
thoughts of your supple lips with their lingering flavor,
a world unfocused – the reality of the day,
tortured by the words that I can no longer say.
Eyes of wondering women pierce my vision,
and if I had to choose – I think you’d know my decision,
I want to regret that moment we shared,
but I know in that moment you truly cared,
Hate – I’d like to feel,
maybe – it’d be harder for my heart to steal,
such an emotion is unimaginable to me,
fore you were the one that helped me believe

Everlasting Permanence

 

You were the one that saved me from complacency,
revised the tide of an everlasting insurgency,
you gave me the hope which all should aspire,
to lose you now – dooms me to a life much more dire.

As I would take – you would give,
when you would love – I would live,
there was nothing your presence could misgive.

Now – without you – my life – I attempt – to retake,
but how – when I envision you – all I do it ache?

Forced to walk this path alone,
all I think of is you – through this journey of the unknown,
no more regard for my own well-being,
wonder if there’s more to you I will be seeing

Perception

Preach to the scene,
take a snap,
insurance – ensuring your humanity’s intact,
are you truly at peace – if everything is on screen?
Privacy of the day,
equals – conveying everything to be relayed,
you are not yourself,
you are the puppet – with strings leading into an Insta frame.
A stolen moment,
and you choose to create an opponent,
not within yourself but to those who choose to scroll it.
This happiness is yours,
but you allow to share,
prying eyes,
creates nothing but a moment lasting nowhere

…I am, who?

Who am I…
to the wind whom gently kisses my neck,
the subtle lover…
that caresses my body,
then whisks away to find another?

Who am I…
to the ocean who runs deep with emotion,
the sadistic lover…
enough to fill my body,
but not allow me to uncover?

Who am I…
to the earth who spawned me for its worth,
the realistic lover…
honest from the beginning,
but with too many skeletons to govern?

Who am I…
to the sun who continues to warm my soul
the attentive lover…
always there when life seems to get dark,
and keeps rising –
to a new day for me to discover?

Emma

Wondering down a forgotten path…
I stumbled upon the perfect moment,
I told the universe I just wanted to hold it,
but I reached down to seize – then stole it.
Taking it with me everywhere I went,
these are the times where I always spent,
this moment, I loved…
took it to be silly,
held it in my arms and called it my daisy…
my little lily.
Together, we forgot the world,
as we laid at night, while everything around us twirled,
the universe caught up with us as we jetted through our love,
told us we now had to part, for our love would block out the sun

Regrets

I watch my voice as it becomes increasingly loud,
I feel my face as I smash it into sound,
I scream and claw with this tongue, hoping to be profound,
but all I have left is the broken promise I once gave you, with a vow.
Pray you never feel the longing of your lover’s voice,
the hurt it caused by your disastrous choice,
I was her church,
she, my steeple,
now all we have left is the power of my egotistical evil.
Our torn down monument,
on top of our shattered hymns,
what it was – I wish – is what I could give,
but this is not the fairy tales from my childhood stories,
these are the mistakes that lead me into an everlasting purgatory