Word of the Day Challenge #88-Untitled Poem

Stark
grey
black
stretched against nothing
hanging
convicted of crimes
though never charged
cronies love him so.
Shake with one hand
stab with the other
Julius Caeser
he is not…..
although
assassination at cohorts hands
not so unimagined.
Fears
doors locked
barred
danger roams the streets
ravages the night
no one held responsible
for reprehensible acts.
Tyranny…..
Justice…..
rise of one
death of the other
vultures gather round
tearing flesh
rending reality
bending it to their will.
For those with eyes
witness they bear
as History arises once more.
©Feb. 21/20
Picture is my own

I Am…..

Lost in thought
dreams
slightly out of reach
gazing sightless
upon the things I wish……
time has come
let go of fairy tales
grow up
be responsible
voices crowing
deep inside
but 
whines the little girl
I do not want to let go
grow up
become boring
oh no!
Grow I did
put aside
childish fantasies
dolls a plenty
straighten the collar
romance
dead in the air…..
Time came
(with age comes wisdom
ha ha)
I realized
I knew
my dreams
more important than air
gasping
driven
starved
my creativity
reared
breaking free
from studded cell
admonishing me.
Awaken
my muse
or am I the conduit
for her? him? them?
I let fly
I let free
reign true
rule fair
I am a poet…..
I am a story teller…..
I am…..
whatever my imagination says I am.
©Feb. 20/20
Picture is my own

Death’s Desire

The masks I wear
Beneath a face
None see
None realize
Is yet another masque
Fear
Ruler of this domain
Laughter maniacal
Sending chills
Down my back
Birthing
Insanity
Clutching at the bars
The door lockless
Handleless
No escape
Only hell beneath my feet
It is not easy
Day after day
To play this person I am not
Assuring all
Never again will I fall
Never again will I fail
Yet knowing
There is no net beneath my feet
No current upon which to rise
Blood let
Seeps red crimson
Pain is gone
For me at least
Yours is just beginning.

I am sorry

©Feb. 19/20
Picture is my own

Word of the Day Challenge #87-Untitled Poem

This is not in any way shape or form of how I am feeling now.

Black
welling to the surface
vicious
tying me in place
fear holding me
I want to come back
I want to be me
not this wraith you see.
In my mind
a vacuum
roiling
memories
painted scarlet with terror
recalling
half remembered dreams.
Or are they dreams?
Lost
moving listlessly
path before
shrinking
smaller and smaller
head down
I cannot find the sun
I cannot find the warmth
I reach for.
deadly in its recurrence
tearing me down
to the ground
driving me to perfection
if only so I am still useful
so people will still like me.

Cyclical depression can become.
Voices…..
sounding so like your own
chiding
tearing
roaring all your wrongs.
There really is no escape.
There really is no hope.
All I can do is carry on
smile upon my lips
fear upon my heart.
See not my pain…..
See not my terror…..
see only…..
the facade I show.
©Feb. 19/20
Picture is my own

Villainess of the Night

Clip Clop
Clip Clop
horses on the trot
taken from behind
gloomy gas lit night
come play with me
hither and yon.
Nimble
dance with misted wraiths
shadows prey
hungry
blade
razor rapier
tear into your heart.
Cry
moan
beg for me
beg that I release you
to death
to anything
but the dying pain.
Butterfly strength
mask covered face
sweet mint breath
hot on the neck
flick my tongue
tasting your fear
tinged in copper blood.
Race through darkened streets
terror filled glance
back
should have stared forward
my ability to track
to move
cat like grace
so well known.
Gore dipped blade
my breath
my breast
not ragged
not rent
turn
skip
walk away
Jane the Ripper
here to play.
©Feb. 18/20
Picture via Pinterest

Sensual Pleasure

Champagne bubbles
delicate pink hue
cuddled smile
I grin at you.
Rose petals
thrown with ease
follow to bedroom door
sweep me off my feet.
Pick me up Daddy
throw me to the bed
wolfish smile
lascivious gleam in eye
giggles
I know what is coming
even as you delay.
Lay next to me
tender caress of your hand
flare of hip
swell of breast
taut nipple
tease
even as I beg for you.
Striving to reach
you clasp hands above my head
hips writhing
I stare up at you
mute with yearning
desire
Daddy please…..
your mouth lowers to mine
moans
tongues dancing
coming together
desire sated.
Laying in your arms
realizing
Daddy takes much care of me
always will I be his.
©Feb. 15/20
Picture via Pinterest

Anti-Valentine’s Day

Searching
peering back
dart around the corner
shadowed
always there
get away
quickly
he is coming.
I had hoped
I really thought:
Well this year little miss
he can’t get you
there is no one around
you are safe.
Here I am though
running
terror filled
desperate to outrace him
wishing
the full moon
disappear
leave me in utter darkness.
Holy shit
little prick
who does he think he is?
Year after year
I am done with it all
I am going to stand 
Face him
Make him 
leave me the hell alone. 
Turn
head on
a deer caught in the headlights
quickly seen
hunter strides towards the hunted
lifting bow
aiming
all with that cute little moue.
Stop right there Cupid
I am done playing your stupid games
love does not exist
for me 
so please
take your bow
take your arrows 
and go find someone else to love.
Evil little thing
he smiled insincerely
sudden thwack
I jerk back
he hit me with an arrow……
again.
©Feb. 14/20
Picture via Pinterest