Haunted Heart

Yearning
fingers reaching
bells chiming
message arrives
breath catches
is it true
does he want you?
Hide shy smiles
eyes bright with laughter
warmth arising
arms pulling you close
if this is a dream
please do not let it end.
Awakening
alone once more
figment of your imagination
a tale woven
to keep the darkness at bay.
Plod through each day
grey
unappealing
alone
heartache ever constant
is there no cure?
Drizzling rain
stand
getting soaked through
tears cannot be seen
mixed with the pouring from the sky.
Love songs on repeat
endless declarations
places to be
places to go
places to meet your lover at will.
Silence lingers long on the tongue
whispers heard 
made to come undone
wrapped within scarlet ribbons
loveless
lifeless
alone……
©August 16/19
Picture found on Pinterest
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Invisible

I want explain
to have you understand
the inner workings of my mind
the memories
the experiences
that have molded me into who I am.
A little girl
rolls into a young girl
folds into a teenager
accidental young adult
anger
pain
despair
ooze from my pores
swipe the bottle
hit the needle
slash the veins
anything at all
to keep these demons quiet.
Face pressed against the window
looking in
always in never out
turned away
slow realization 
you fancy my misery
my sorrow
breathing them in
fodder for your life.
I wish you could see yourself
as I do
bloated vampire
feeding on the blackened emotions
of those who surround you
suffering in silence
as you destroy each and everyone
floating before the greed
the hoard…..
Bronze prison
lower my head
caught 
sincerely lost
a pawn 
in your chess game.
©August 15/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #49-Untitled Poem

***Please note this is not indicative of how I feel at this time.****

Lone single tear
sidles down the side of my nose
slips the curve of my chin
drips to the table before me.
Never looking up
never seeing the pity
a yawning blackness
falling into it headfirst
never ending nullifying bliss.
Chiseled granite
cracked smile on lips
oozing through
sadness
pain
anguish
held tight
a patchwork quilt
security blanket
a way to keep everyone out.
Wretched I am.
Agony dances across nerve endings
breath caught
panic abridges
cannot catch air
this is where I will fail.
There is no sanity
there is no wealth
a thing of the past.
©August 14/19
Picture is one of my own
taken at Matlock Beach Manitoba 2017

Word of the Day Challenge #48-Untitled Poem

When I was a little girl
I was taught how I was to be…..
how to smile
how to cook
how to curtsy…..
to a man
bat my eyes
squeal with delight
fawning
make him come hither and yon.
I was told to hold my tongue
to keep a civil voice in my head
no one cared to know my thoughts
no one cared if I even had ideas
I was to be another pretty face.
Groomed I was
that is what they call it now
a gentle sounding word
for so repulsive an act.
I am no longer blinded
falling apart
scared of what is inside
I am of she
she is of me
we are together
stronger than apart.
Two halves coming home.
Scalding tears
wash away the sins of this child
scour clean
the besmirching of innocence
give my life back to me.
Black leather
silk lace
danger stalks the shadows
feel the curve of my knife.
I stand up
glassy smile
foot upon your spine
time and time again
revenge shall play.
Upon your flesh
your soul
until you scream
beseeching
for me to stop.
Hysterical fears
magma rage
I am tired of burning down the house
it is time to admit
it is time to cut free…..
I ain’t no lady
a venging killer I be.
©Aug. 13/19
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Wounded Widow

Times are…..
it is hard to remember
when laughter and light
humor and satisfaction
were higher on the list
than pain and despair
black holes and depression.
When I wore more smiles.
Now
sadness prevails
grey gloom
situated over top
rain forever pouring down.
I turn away.
Promises have/had been made
broken
sharded porcelain
screams
as sliver thin scores my skin
raging
blaming
fistful of hair
pulled out.
Throw me against the wall
down the stairs
tumbling head over heels
you scream
you swear
you tell me
slather me in spittle
how this is my fault
my temptation lead you to this place.
Times become…..
spooling ever outward
droplets of claret
plip
plip
plip
maddening
count one…..breath
count two…..breath
count three…..breath
hitched desire to live.
Bones knit
make-up
blues
yellows
slowly fade away
fear turns to resignation
resignation turns to rage
rage turns to…..
Come not my handsome one
(come)
See not the danger 
(blinded)
Alluring 
(seduction)
Call of the Siren
(serenade)
Lost to the sea
(adrift)
Sweet Sorrow
(Annihilation
 Bereaved Widow Grin)
©August 12/19
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Pale Death (A Victim’s Song)

Tickity tock
listen to the clock
they should have locked me away.
Instead
forgiveness and meds
put back onto the street
with promises to never harm again.
Did they really believe I would stay true?
Words forced from sugared lips
saccharine
forced down with lemon and honey
head down
fingers crossed
oh look they are showing me the door.
Did they think I had forgotten my promises?
Shadows flow away
skipping through nighted streets
blinded by the man in the moon
my dancing desires racing.
Finger nails on chalk.
Thickened blood cakes scarlet talons
stabbing with disdain
licking fingers
I am coming home
on that you can depend.
Sodom and Gomorrah
wide open at my feet
terror streaked stone
copper and gold intertwined
Death’s desire
I watch with pleasant feat.
Shrill alarms
harridan loud
demented giggle
as I peer through the window
for this shall be your demise.
©August 11/19
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Pay The Piper

Hidden souls
vile dreams
never seen
parts of me
no one wants to know.
An evil resides
dark blackness
rooted deep within
try as I might to cast it off
nightly still it spins.
Nightmare beings
memories of past 
memories of pain
memories of….. 
screaming in vain.
Watching with secret eyes
torment
small child locked within…..
How dare anyone try to harm me?
Slitted eyes
crawl the room
piercing each facade
seeing the truth
denied by many
child killers all.
A glimpse of me
peripheral vision dancing in the glare
turn to face
head on
the demon girl.
I am not there.
Peer into the gloom
fear begins to etch itself on your face
in your heart
in your mind
time has come to pay the piper
and I will decide how.
Howl in frustration
lash of the knife
pin pricks appear
ghost like.
Spin around
around
around
until you fall
now comes the time to desecrate you all.
Death shall be slow
cruel in its time
crushing you with broken dreams
never shall you rise.
©August 10/19
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