(a collection of two poems)
Ruby encrusted petals, Flutter and sigh in the, Mellow breeze, Dew-stained lips, And rustling fronds, Sordid epithets, Flowing like silk from, Mouths beset with thorns Perfection snakes its, Loving arm, Around languid stems, Seizing them by the, Nape of their neck, As they choke, On the cloying scent, Of their own, Magnificence
I was the wildflower, The apple of your eye, That basked beneath your intimate gaze, The tolling midnight bells, Like peals of elvish laughter, A shattered glass slipper, In the palm of your hand I was misty nights spent, Wandering rugged hills, And caverns, As will o' wisps of light Crept out, and frolicked amongst, A cotton-spun sky, Bursting into shimmering dance You were the kiss of sunlight, On my bruised face, Soothing away all pain, As my sorrows ebbed away, Like the whispers of a gurgling stream And yet Did you not-ice, How I became the numb silence, Death on feet, Jostling once calm sands, With trembling footprints? A castaway, Trapped like a message encased in a bottle, Someone you'd never understand Pantomiming, Against steel walls Still I drown in this endless labyrinth, Everything, And nothing, To you, A wingless dove, A victim of life and pain A starved hyacinth, In the shadow of, The roses you were raised to love, A girl who never had a name.
Spilled Ink 