Because I Loved You So Much More

Because I loved you so much more
Than should have been the norm,
You lit a match inside my core,
Blew in my veins a storm.

It irked you that I loved you so,
You found me cumbersome.
And angry that you would not show
A need to hear me strum,

I broke my heart’s guitar strings,
And vowed to stay away.
I would not be the snow that clings
To the sun’s heated ray.

I left without saying goodbye,
You did not call me back.
My love you did putrefy
But it would not grow black.

“Adieu. I will burn you to dust.”
I whispered in your dream.
And I filled my heart with dark frost,
To kill your glowing beam.

Odium’s plant flowered in my soul;
I watered it with you.
“Hatred will burn in you a hole,”
You warned, and the plant grew.

One day you’ll walk amidst the land
Where death roams day and night.
And there you’ll find my firebrand-
The love which was your blight.

I Hunger For You

“Mais regarde la. Elle est tout pour moi.”

These words
Etched in my brain-
Stick together, collide against
Every other thought; burn my
Sanity to shreds. Rekindle
The cold embers of hope.
Set. Me. Aflame.

To think that one day
He will love me.
Hold me. Kiss me insane.
Say I’m his nocturnal sunshine.
His roots. His shade. His
Peace of mind.

“I love you.” I whisper, heart
Beating in exhilaration. The thrill
Of you roars in my veins.
Years before we know
When and how to utter
Such a sacred truth.
Years before I’ve bloomed
And no more need your fingers
To spread open my petals.
Years before I don’t have
To close my eyes,
-Spend hours conjuring
You in my mind,
So you might appear in my dreams-
In order to fall in the
Abysmal chasms that your eyes are.

May God lead you to me,
Lover. My bones are ravaged
With fiery tremors, my skin
Is red with heat. Patience has
Never been my forte.

Idealist Forevers

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Tanka

It took me a long                 

Time to realize that you would    

 Not last more than you              

 Were meant to ’cause Forever

  Is an undefined Period. 


Dear Chick-A/Aa/Aaaaurgh!

Da-duh 
Da-duh
Da-duh
—da-duh!

Blabla
BliiBlii
Blooubleeda! 

Aha 
Aha
Aha ha ha
Bada bada bada bada 
Boumbeeda! 

Ha. Ha. 
——-//Ha/A
—————Aah
———–/——-/Aaah
——///——–/////—–Aaaarh…
ARRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! 

There is no way to say this,
Dear chicken. 
Your:
Aurgh!
 Aurgh!
 aurgh!
Will always be howls of joy
To the farmer fattening you up
For the kill. 

Heart Of Diamond, Heart Of Carbon

Terzanelle

There is a Shatterer knocking on your door. 
No Heart, I’m warning you, don’t open it! 
He’ll break you and you’ll  never leave the floor. 

His tongue is a pouch of dynamite, 
And there’s a hammer in his hand- 
No Heart, I’m warning you, don’t open it. 

But you act deaf; you open the door and 
Thrust your faith in him like a quixotic fool… 
And there’s a hammer in his hand! 

He swings at you and you can’t escape his tool:
Your bones snap and you regret that you 
Thrust your faith in him like a quixotic fool.

You explode in a shower of filthy dew; 
And you shatter ’cause you had no shield.
Your bones snap and you regret that you 

Were made of glass that can’t be annealed;
And you shatter ’cause you had no shield.
There is a Shatterer knocking on your door. 
He’ll break you and you’ll  never leave the floor.

“The Depressed”

Villanelle 

They’ve locked us in a room and named us The Depressed
They’ve turned their backs; they don’t really care about us. 
To them we’re a sensation; freaks to be repressed

They mock the graves we dug and the sins we confessed;
And they meprise our weakness in the face of loss.
They’ve locked us in a room and named us The Depressed

We are all shades of black they say; just souls possessed
By the need to feel pain and to be buried in moss.
To them we’re a sensation; freaks to be repressed.

With only one look at how we ‘tend’ to be dressed,
They label us ‘Sick'; not giving the coin a toss.
They’ve locked us in a room and named us The Depressed

Like bitter coffee beans, we are processed
In mills that ‘purify’ us of all that is ‘gross’!
To them we’re a sensation; freaks to be repressed

But we’re not gas particles that can be compressed
Into tight lattice-shaped boxes because they fear chaos!
They’ve locked us in a room and named us The Depressed
To them we’re a sensation; freaks to be repressed.

Room Of Darkness

Triolet

  Room of darkness, haven of grief

In this dreary hour there is no peace…

Heartache scalds you; there’s no relief.

  Room of darkness, haven of grief.

Your joy was stolen by a cruel thief

Who cut your sanity and ate a piece. 

  Room of darkness, haven of grief!

In this dreary hour there is no peace!