burning on the inside
passion from the eyes
no secrets left to hide
let love terrorize
plain white walls
barricade the heart
but the fated calls
so tear the gray apart
this red ribbon fate
bound and unseen
one to its mate
active, strong, mean
let no intervention
bar us from our meet
our love demonstration
echoes to the beat
follow through on what you have begun
the work is done, so fun, fun, fun.
follow through on what you believe
more to achieve, so cleave, cleave, cleave.
these tears held back in my heavy heart
rapture my thoughts and placate my art
my hands shake and tremble in fear
i cannot speak, i cannot hear
i am terrified to the root of my bone
i am afraid, afraid to be alone
the air feels cold and the night seems long
everything i thought i knew was wrong
so do not judge when i crash to the ground
when i feel more lost than i have ever felt found
do not worry for i will be okay
you do not have to extend your stay
i am fine and as calm as the summer air
i am fine and you do not have to care
i can spin these lies all the time
speak in hopeless, restless rhyme
but really what i still long for
is a lended ear, an open door
He loved her at one point in time and space,
He knew how to make her heart beat race,
He brought her a rose before every date,
Sweetest love and lasting mate.
His tender actions left her high,
Floating up as the days went by,
Her heart grew thinner with each passing act,
Unexpecting of the soon to be broken pact.
His absence cut her up like the sharpest blade,
Her now pensive happiness decayed,
She looked for some glue to put it back,
Her broken heart turning bitter black.
Like Humpty Dumpty, she fell apart,
And nothing, nothing could heal her heart.
Futile fluttering flees diminish decrees
while wishing wells wield secrets sparsely sealed.
Appaling apples ache, bringing blitheful break
often openly overt, harbouring her hurt.
Dying death deceased, living life leased,
Numbingly numb nightmare running right rare.
she looks in the mirror, her hair still unmade
she ties it up tightly, not a strand strayed
Little Red and her cute little braid.
she looks through her closet with a frown on her face,
seeking an outfit at a hurried pace,
Riding Hood and her gown etched in lace.
she removes her cloak from the hook on the door,
pulls the hood over – satisfied once more,
What is dear Little Red all dressed up for?
the sun’s shining bright and the sky a dull gray,
she walks with her basket and out on her way,
Little Red Riding Hood perfect as prey.
A nightmarish hell of a fairy tale
where dragons rule and knights fail,
where villians live and princesses die,
where wolves wander free with pork pie.
Words fly on pages, turning skies red,
The Queen thrives while Snow White dead,
Tears turn scarlet into droplets of blood,
Rapunzel’s long hair lost in the flood.
Without care and attention, the stories erode
and damage is caused when legends implode.
I open my eyes and all disappears,
but faintly remains those little fears,
I can’t draw a picture or explain why
these dreams appear at night when I lie.
the curve of her lips into a smile.
frozen in time – versatile.
his hair brushing against her skin.
frozen space – stuck within.
not yet witness to life’s lies,
disapproval from adults’ eyes.
the sun is shining, glimmering bright
On young sparks about to ignite.