Unwelcome

Notes from a Queen to a King...

There is ice in my veins

When I think of you

No warmth remains

When your name is uttered

You’ve slaughtered the hand

That once fed you

You have desecrated the land

That we both were built on

What a gift it would be

To have never met you

What a tranquil sea

I would set sail on

You committed the sin

When lies took you over

You did anything to win

But you’ve lost in the long run

Be off with you

With your arrogance and presumption

Join the fray

Full of righteousness and dysfunction

Hold your head high

Among the weary drones of consumption

Elect yourself Monarch

Full of pretentiousness and corruption

Neon Girls

Crescent moons
Stuck on velvet nights
Matching the marks
Of noble zebras
And neon girls

with nods to Miss Fiona Apple

Duality

The silent house

Confined within its walls

Collides with the madness

Seeping from my brain

Last

The first breath you take

Is the beginning of the last

The silent clock keeps counting

Neither slow nor fast

A final time you see a face

The sweet kiss you receive

Did you realize it was over

Or was it too hard to believe?

The days tick toward  tomorrow

The outcome remains unknown

There is no absolute to offer

Not always reaping what you have sown

The memory of a favorite song

With a lover or a friend

Did it cross your mind to think

That this might be the end?

The finale of a moment

The curtain slowly drawn

With you remaining on a stage

Neither the player nor the pawn

A bow toward the audience

A smile in the looking glass

Did you finally understand it

That every day begins your last?

Perhaps

The ink has run dry

In the poet’s pen

Perhaps there’s no words

Perhaps there never has been

The feeble scratches

Making its mark

Perhaps there’s no purpose

Perhaps they’re empty and stark

The creased edges

Etched in the eyes

Perhaps there’s no need

Perhaps they’re meaningless tries

The twisted phrases

Transcribed with tears

Perhaps there’s no point

Perhaps they’re just wasted year

Sssh.

I'm with people
Yet
I work alone
And
I talk to people
Still
I speak alone
Hush
I smile at strangers
But
I walk alone
Sshh I am alone
Be silent
I am alone

Thinking Of

I'm thinking of all the times
You didn't see me
All of the times
I sat alone

I'm thinking of the days
That seemed so empty
Lost and forgetten
All of the days
I cried alone

I'm thinking of all the tries
I wasted on you
Looking blindly right into a stare
Staring so open right into a blind eye
All of the tries
I tried alone

What does it matter
Why should I care
About the days
The days that didn't matter
Even back then
The days that shouldn't matter
Even today