SirenaRose034

my lips are clenched around my screams I want to say “I'm busy, can't you see i'm drowning here?”            while others gasp in the liquid shadows clinging to their tongue my arms pulled by a riptide current, a broken doll             while others punch and tear their rescue into the dark beside them hollow words and final straws, all taste of ashes in my mouth and even poison is too sickly sweet              while others grip tight as death, sucking in ashes like each is their last breath the grenade of my malfunctioned heart, pressed close to my chest for my destruction and to save those I loved, spare them the rest    

1-To the antagonistic Professor A bite of gratitude to you For Knowledge wrung from between your teeth. A finger for your silk-veiled disdain,        You can guess which one. 2-To those who offer destructive criticism A slice of gratitude to those For whom my blood and ink gave some offense. A phrase for your flaxen disgust,        And a thought for your Lethean perspective. 3-To a Boss or CEO A strip of gratitude to your tight-fisted generosity. A bowed back for that jaded paper, lifeblood to all, And these jade eyes to deny you in bitten silence.

There is a clumsy grace to these splayed limbs, In length but not in form. Gentle curves, much as in her hair, As though given too many, but still too little, As it is the way of such Whom God has given, but not too much. Her face is blessed to be free of blemish, But not enough to bear the fabled beauty, Never to draw an eye to her with favor. A smile too long hid, A misformed pearl from the world That shines like the desert flower before wilting. And above all this, the eyes. Those eyes hidden behind glass And buried in shadowed steep, A weariness of soul in keep. Those eyes, beautiful jade glittering in the dark, Orbs that dragons keep

My pen as my wand, With enchantments woven, flow. I summon dragons and creatures bold, Guardians of depths and sky, And my demons shall fall before me Like shooting stars. Words like magic written on my heart and soul That you will never erase.

Please come with your open smile And give to me that love without knowing or fear That lasts only as long as you are here.

The Shotglass 1 A shotglass decked, dew or Drops of regret. The scent of cherry, Bladed effervescence and needs unmet. 2 Reading the dark-filled glass, The chilled pages of our blood. I drink it in, who we used to be. 3 Wishing for envisioned battle, With blades instead of bladed words, Our blooded regret, a salute and a tourniquet.

Changing Soul 1 The parchment of your skin, Pared against the grain, Revealing the satin fire of your unknown. 2 The layers of what you are Flake away in origami leaves, Baring the inkstained pages of your psyche. 3 The scrawl of your deepest confession Lies open amidst the forest, In the dead truths and frenzied gusts of twilight.

Amends to you, your innocence Now lost from silent sufferance By torpid hands and listless mind Drowning in the tides of time, Could not keep you from the scythe. I gravely mourn the quiet tell, The void within your empty shell.

I feel wind moving between my ribs. The space inside this garden of bones, it aches And even the nightshade has died.