Reapers Will

In the darkness,

Time is spent

Alone at last,

But not to relent.

Pain flies through

Each vulnerable part,

Soaking through skin,

Reaching the heart.

Enveloping the soul

and spilling forth naught,

Singing in a sirens bewitching song.

Hear the screams,

followed by sobs,

As shattered pieces of hearts fly,

Hitting none but slicing all.

Listen to the haunted cried,

As another soul he spies,

Come towards the darkness,

Writing futily,

Whimpering in blood sweetening pain.

Fangs of Fate are bared and free,

Hissing softly in cruelty.

Toss the dice--just one more time,

Will he be yours,

Or turn to mine?

Let us see--it's in his hands,

Let's watch as the soul fly from one to the other,

Watch as they love one another.

Watch as the small one rips them apart,

Watch as the large one looses his heart

            Abstract Mourning

            There is a silver flash of fate,

                        and then a drop of red.

            Soon the crimson is spilling forth,

                        Leaving stains upon the bed.

            'Not good enough' and 'worthless wretch!'

                        Rang inside her mind.

            And in some lost, abstract way,

                        She knew she'd hear it for all time.

            Another flash of Gods sweet judgement,

                        A quick glance along the flesh,

            Little bubbles of pain and tears,

                        soaking through the mesh.

            Tiny drops of vengance,

                        Tiny things of scorn,

            And as the girl lost her mind,

                        She knew no one would mourn.

Distance

Distance is what cripples me.

Distance makes me bleed.

Distance makes me want to scream.

Distance makes me weep.

Distance is my cruelest friend,

and yet my ruthless lover.

Distance is the way I live.

Distance is my God.

Distance is my way of thinking.

Distance is my hate.

Distance is the way I meet.

Distance is my love.

Distance is so very sweet.

And yet...Distance is so far

                                    Lost Minds of the Truthful Stereotypes

                                                           

            Little pritter prattle,

Lost essence of the words,

Flying through the mind,

All of them absurd.

            Little lost thoughts,

None of them for real,

All of them are superficial,

No feelings bring forth to spill.

            Little yak-yak-yak,

No decent words to say,

and within the lost mind of,

The blonde is here to stay

            Stereotypes won't help me

And hair color does naught a thing,

But prittle, pratter, chitter chat,

Someone send me some braincells today.

            The people just keep talking,

Thinking I'll take offense,

To the ignorant titter-tat

of  an insecure small brat.

            They think that my clothing

And preference set me apart,

But what the children need most of all,

Is to realize I have a heart.

            Chirp-chirp-chirp,

Just an absentminded whine,

Of someone who realizes,

All they'll do is wine and dine.

            When I'm all out and being me,

They'll do nothing but be clones.

With chitter-chitters of  lost minded children

Instead of actual words.

In the Bruised Mind

His flesh is pale

And eyes are dark.

His voice is soft,

Yet all so deep.

His form is tall and thick with use,

His snow-tinted skin is scarred from years of abuse.

His attitude is gentle,

His smile serene,

yet under the peace,

You tells he's obscene.

A joke here and there,

A hand movement,

A tear,

And you know you'll always care.

His heart is so fragile

Broken and frayed,

His will is so strong,

Refused to erode.

In his bruised mind,

He only sees sorrow.

Within his bruised mind,

There will be no true tomorrow

The pain you can feel,

Within the torn soul,

emit through his gaze,

For all there to know.

He has with him two children,

Both of himself,

They are both so tiny,

Looking like elves.

His eyes are so gentle,

His voice is so kind,

His smile makes everyone wish they were thine.

But beneath his shattered heart,

Past his hurt soul,

You see his bruised mind,

With nowhere to go.

I’m Forgotten

So you’ve forgotten me
Amidst all your pain
I no longer exist
I am just a figment.

They were right
Who said I should forget you instead,
But I was just too afraid
Of losing you forever.

Fuck star-crossed lovers,
That we shall never be,
The only one who had a problem
Was your parents and
Them being against Me.

How can you pretend everything is alright
If you’ve forgotten how to miss?
How can you fake being happy
If you no longer remember?

You don’t have to love me;
In fact, I know you don’t.
If you loved me,
You would have remembered.
Remembered when we talked,
Laughed and cried.

I can’t hate you.
I hate myself for being stupid,
So blind and foolish.
So trusting…
Actually believing someone could love ME.

Dreams are too good to be true.
I wasn’t even a dream to you;
I wasn’t even a whimsical fantasy.
I was nothing but a shadow.

I believed you when you said you loved me.

She told me what you had said;
About your parents being against me,
About distance stealing you from me.
How it would never work out…

Well, fuck you too.
I turned down dates and friends in order to be faithful to you.
I cried every night because you weren’t here,
Now I find out you aren’t loving true.

I am forgotten,
Once more just a thing.
I can’t even smile,
With all the pain the news brings.

And, through it all…
Goddamnit,
I still miss you.