catch

words. 

all i have.

all that you've given.

they taunt and tease my simple mind.

i never know what you really mean.

too many metaphors cloud my sight.

will curiosity devour my very soul?

you invade again with persuasive lips.

i am open.

completely free.

i catch fire as i listen.

say it again.

pry me apart.

lyrics and rhymes ignite inside me.

flames lick my eager thighs,

enrapture my chest,

my heart.

i am reduced to ashes within minutes.

all you ever do is talk.

starlet

you step out into the light, severing our heart strings. nothing remains for us to find. i see you mount with wings and float gingerly upon the current. i realise that i have been left behind. i am stationary, rooted deep within this rich earth. i cannot follow you wherever go. i meditate on you: your smile, your scent, the strength of your rugged hands. thoughts to torture, i mean console, in desperate times. i wish you well in your eager pursuit of life. i desire all the best for you, and resignedly accept the futility of my fate. the waters will rage, ravaging and engulfing me. i see the sight before i even smell the rain. beauty is devastation. what glamour will be eternally mine?

ursa

red ribbons. 

black ties. 

thorns and vultures complete the decadence. 

we proceed ever onward

knowing not what the future has in store.

crystal glasses.

silken veils.

such a beautiful masquerade.

memories lucidly compel us further into the night.

we are stark.

silent.

brilliant against the ominous sky.

we flicker as we ascend.

just we two. 

noone else illuminates as they fly.

we glitter and we nod at the world below.

who will look up to acknowledge the magnitude of souls who combust, 

a miraculous sight?

guideposts.

limelights.

perfect, peaceful dreams. 

just you and i.

shut

i am striving for your affection. you turn me off and walk away. what should i do with such rejection? how do i continue in the aftermath of your kiss? your hands, once warm and comforting, now close and pull away. how did i offend you? was it something in my speech? maybe something left unsaid? i hear your whispering voice. i know you are with someone else. warming a body other than my own with your delicate caresses that soothe the soul. i am shut out. left to struggle in the dark, cold streets when i should be in your home. there are no lights on the horizon. a delicate mist descends as the wind blazenly blows. i swallow and admit that i am finally alone.

renewal

there's nothing like starting anew after a really trying spell with yourself. sometimes the battle is so fierce that you want to give in from sheer exhaustion, yet something compels you to carry on. the body refuses to die, even when the conscious has lost all will to live. it is after trials such as these that we find ourselves washed onto the sandy shores of some distant land where the currents have carried our listless shells. we wake up to notice that we are, in fact, alive. there are exciting sights and possibilities to explore. all hope is not lost. we have stumbled into something fresh. we alight with hope, strengthen our resolve, and lick our swollen, salty lips to taste again the delicacy of renewal.

shadow

am i invisible? do people just look on through me without recognizing that i am even there? the pain of abandonment reverberates within. it is pointless to struggle, this feeling remains. i can't eat. i can't sleep. breathing is a test when i go unnoticed by you. you, of all people, when you know who i really am. you have caught hold of my shadow and pulled me into the light. you have let the sun illuminate my fragile outline. but now you forsake me, you throw me away. i must have been nothing to you, a cheap thrill.  darkness clouds my dimming eyes. i am passing through to shadow. i will rise again from the ashes. i will have my revenge for this lack of love. as i fade my image ultimately disappears. i am no longer invisible. i have triumphed over life.

glance

he had his arm wrapped neatly around her shoulder. they were all huddled  in the midst of a rather large group of friends. i couldn't help staring at them. it was sensory overload, and they were the most appealing objects in sight. the lady in front of me prattled on, but i was overcome by this couple. he smiled as he caught my eye. i realized for the first time how deeply i had been observing them. i was rather embarrassed. i forced myself to look away. his girl turned and smiled, her auburn hair billowing lightly with every move she made. perfection. i ended my conversation and walked away, knowing that such bliss would never be mine. 

squander

why is it wrong to be inconsistent? i have labored for years to surmount these crags in my nature, but all to no avail. these flaws may be my undoing. i am helpless to resist. where else can i go? if i surrender to the undertow is my demise certain? i am not sure that i can withstand the force, even though it may conclude in my doom. were that i could mold  satin wings and fly beyond these trials. alas, the tears that remain have covered my tracks. i must set off, damp and undone, in pursuit of something, though i know not what. endurance, don't fail me now, for it is likely  a long swim ahead.