StUcK

Stuck...statuesque in a traumatic time warp...safe-- tucked away from a smile in the sun of the sacrificial lamb...bleeding but undying...screaming only to be silenced by the summoner of a simpler time....sleep where are you when I cry for darkness...I fall on deaf ears like a needle in a haystack of hateful harlots...scraping...scratching...clawing the clandestine dreams from my amygdala...I run with reassurance only to slip down a cyclopoid...fruitful fear illuminates like the morning sun that never comes...why can't I break free from the fabliaux???

Cindafuckingrella

Midnight comes like a moth to a flame...It comes faster than a freight train speeding through my existence...
Busting through a bee sting nonexistent of a stinger...but a thorn shall thrive in my side forever foregoing a pain that doesn't die but lingers like a listless ghost in the night...
The clock nears that naked number when the dawn meets the dew...when the one meets the two and the grandfather strikes dead right...and it's midnight...
There are no minutes left to run for cover...but that slipper he won't recover...because I'm not deserving of even a daisy...
No prince should want a petty princess...not even one with a fucking glass shoe...
But the clock doesn't wait...the coach is nothing but a pumpkin waiting to be smashed against the baking asphalt and the steed nothing but mice...creatures of the night... varmints  without garments....
And the fucking fairy tale was a lie...there is no prince coming. Grow up girl.

LoSt In tHe NiGhT

Where am I when I don't know the beginning or end...the left or the right....
Lost in the lilies like a leprechaun looking for lipstick....
I slide down a rainbow into a pot of night...only to be infused with darkness...
That envelopes me like the lover that never did....
Drowning in a sea of sequins...at least I'll die with delight...if only I could see the night...
And sleep forever til morning never comes.

My Immortal

His Special Day

I've always been one that could do as she pleases....do for others...spend money like there wasn't any end...but now all I want to do it make his special day special and I have nothing but me...and I'm nothing at all...if only I could conjure up something equivocal...a man who deserves the moon and stars...a man who deserves the fairest of the fair...the lovingest of the loving...and it eats my soul to know he sits alone...and that I can't show him how wonderful he truly is. 

pRoTeCtIoN

Protection from direction...left.... right longing to conquer both directions on the same subway...
Blinded by the light...but what is light when it is dark...and what is dark when it is a damsel in distress...
Captured...chained away from daylight...daring to break the restraints of relevance...when I know nothing....
But something...a brain running on burlap...sewing a series of Sabbaths on Sunday...Sanitize the schemers....
Fashion like a vagabond strolling through  a holy village of Harbingers...
Roxanne put on your red light..because men will be like dogs...wolves..ravenous...rendition of rebels....
I cry but there are no tears...how can there be any tear drops when the devil's called for dawn....
He calls but I'm not afraid...not of darkness...not of fire...bring it on I say.

DaMaGeD GoOdS

Not worthy of a Saltine cracker so shocking that one could be worthy of wormwood....
Burning and stoning...I carry the load of many...beg to take the brunt of the sword for samaritans...
That one day someone will step on me and look down...
Notice the mold that covers the forest...protects mother earth...
Nothing but needed...Careless but comforting...alive...but dead again...
No one even knows I exist...it's like a realm of relativity...
Only to know what goes up must come down...
And if only I could have one breath of him.

Insurrection

Insurrection paces through my veins like a salmon swimming  upstream....
Disobedience through disbelief of direction...I want to scream death take me...
Deserving of nothingness....lazy...no good....loser of lullabies...a waste not even recycleable....
A beautiful disaster that doesn't deserve death itself...
And then there's daisies...and butterflies...and spiders...beautiful in their own rite...
But I long to stay in my cocoon...away from pestilence and presence....
Why must I live when I don't want to love anymore?
To do one without the other is no life at all.

Confidence or Lack Of....

Dwelling on the negative consequences is like sliding down a razor blade...a splinter in my fingernail...like a spider in my eye...I run for the dark forest but time is running faster than I...Failure illuminates my night... the potential of righteous failure riding upon me like a fat slab I can't shake...fleeing from the frostbite...death like daffodils...the noisy conversion of objective observation into subjective judgement...like a roller coaster speeding out of control...I tip the scales and success is only a mindset away....sleep is going to be scarce tonight as the scarlett crimson makes a visit...drain as it may..it drains out of me like a tornado over a tombstone....I know a rainbow is forever hiding but I long to find it...somewhere...it's there..emerald brick yellow...the land of the munchkins and towering tree frogs....oh how I long to say goodnight....
forever...so that ever never comes....

Hurting

Hurting...pain like a load of rocks...
When will it stop?

Bent

A constant state of tension, a calm before the storm...
Sleep is extinct on a fearless feather I float into a sea of darkness...
Only to hate that bright light..Ray-Bans...Oaks...shade mine eyes...
What has thou done to deserve such trepidatious torture to torment my days, hours, seconds...
I grow tired of fighting a beast that can't be beat...yet it's hard for a giver to give up...
If only I could slip away in that perfect cuddle...
...then scream out in strength once again...I am not broken...I'm only bent.

Pixie

Eyes like charcoal...coat like silk....
The size of an ant with the attitude of a lion...
Slick...cunning...fearless...she is precious even with her horns....
She loves the birds..the beach..the forest....
She is life....love...a friend....a fan...a companion....
My heart...my dreams...my baby....
I love my Pixie Pear....

Safe Place

Like a giant Rorschach ink blot, dark clouds swallowed up the silky sky...
Dodging lightning bolts, I ran through a righteous romp of wildflowers...
And then it came down, droplets of green jello singing joyous gems...
Mine eyes were like diamonds in the sky and there was no Lucy in sight...
But the dark forest was just ahead...a wall of verdant vegetation like the Emerald City....
I picked up speed...closed mine eyes...and prayed that it would allow me...a penitent...to permeate...
Full blast ahead, I slapped my palms together dogmatic decorum, and leapt with unequivocal force...
And to my astonishment, it accepted me like an old friend, into the dark forest I disappeared...
A place of mystery...hidden yet naked...safe but vulnerable...yet it felt right....

Dizzy Days

Dizzy daisy, head spinning, swimming, my skull as light as air...
Driving in a whirlwind feeling as if my axis is in revolution....
As if I lay down after a drunken college night...the world turns....
Numbness down my neck, my arms, tingling in my phalanges...
Vertigo maybe...who knows...but it's not going to stop a train...
Not until the last puff a steam whistles through my spout.....
Blood pressure non existant then skyhigh...am I dead or alive....
Maybe this is a dream...or an illusion and I'm not even typing this....

Go away dizzy days! I banish you! ;)

Time In A Bull Horn

Time ticks away like the heart beating in my chest...
Forever or no more it struggles to keep the rhythm but screams for another second...
Sickness consuming my breath like a ghost materializing over a sea of sunshine...
Under a full moon, I look to the stars and ponder creation and reincarnation....
The wheels turn for now until the bump in the road swells too deep...
Inpassable...unjumpable...redelivering me from the womb like a meteor on a mission....
My soul never slows but my flesh is tired...my lungs burn...my head is swimming...
Like a tadpole on a turnip green floating in a pond of prawns...
If only I could hear his voice...I might just live another day.....

Goodnight world.