Tainted

Sometimes I feel tainted
Ruining everything I touch
My face, though pretty painted
Is vial, you should treat me such
Coral from the ocean,
Flowers from the earth.
All faded into nothing
when I was given birth.
Things I see so pretty
Beautiful in my eye
truly are the wreckage of
Their once sought after lust.
People, things and places,
once so clean and pure and fresh,
are now the shards of mirrors
My own looking glass
Even this, my own work
has no scheme or rhyme
Just a bunch of clumsy words
Put together at one time.

Looks like I'm finally feeling the poetry thing again... too bad it's sad.

Tracy, Please Stop Dreaming

Tracy, can You see me?
There in Your mind’s eye?
i need for You to wake up -
Stop putting on this lie.
Now i need to talk to You,
i have something to say.
But now You cannot listen,
You just keep talking away.
i need for You to hear me,
Like that Last Day at the park.
But still You just keep talking,
Just like that stupid lark.

Tracy, i need You to listen
i keep yelling for You to hear.
It’s really quite important,
But dead to me are your ears.
So You move to walk away from me,
And i reach out for your hand.
As i begin to touch You,
It disappears into the sand.
You turn and You look through me,
As if i wasn’t there.
And finally, it comes to me,
This whole thing isn’t fair.

Tracy, can I find you?
Please get your head out of the clouds.
Then you might just see me,
You might forget that you are proud.
Or I could stop trying,
Then I would reach your mind,
My resting hand would find your delusion
And each other we could find.
However, you keep sleeping,
And in your sleep you dream.
Never will you wake for me,
At least that’s what it seems.

Tracy, please just come back
From this state the doctors say
That very few come out of,
They just stay and stay and stay.
you left Me a few years ago,
Not even one goodbye
I need to go and live, instead,
I just wait and think and sigh,
Now I need to move on,
But I had something to say
Just remember that I’ll Love You,
Each and every day.

Words Remembered, Now Forgotten

That feeling of exultation,
pouring, rushing, sweeping.
A tidbit of light comes to you,
Sitting, thinking, talking.
You try to get away,
racing, remembering, trying.
You hurry to jot something,
typing, writing, annoying.
It's on the tip of your tongue,
laughing, displeasing, overweening.
It makes it away from you,
escaping, hiding, leaving.
And you are left with naught,
despairing, weeping, eviscerating.

Rath Roiben Raye

Rath Roiben Raye,
With your hair of silver and eyes of gray,
Daunt me not, but woo me sweetly,
For though you be foe, I love you discreetly.
Of different Clans we are destined to be,
But into your eyes I wish to see.
The Flesh of the Fruit, so juicy and Red,
Would be as my Heart as you over me Bled.
An arrow of thorns that is lodged in your Heart,
Is all that Prevents us from being apart.

If you like the poem, try reading the book Tithe by Holly Black, it was written for teenage girls, but the story is a good one. I wrote that poem in about 3 minutes, as I did with the other one, when inspiration strikes, you just have to run with it and let it grow and be!

Spiders

the spider goes on spinning
in this dark moonlight
delicate smooth silk
glides through the mist

around and round she goes
floating in magical circles
weaving her deathly spell
with such precise patience

prey, i tell you that
tiny, pretty spiders
so delicate, harmless
will suck your life out

you do not heed my warnings
i scream my whispered
suggestions
to your deaf ears