Time Will Not Tell

I brushed away from my face

A curtain of cob webs,

I saw a carcass laying there,

Next to my feet,

Resting on the bottom stair.

I turned my head from what I saw,

The corpse for whom no one

Seemed to care.

The putrid smell lingered

And was inhaled with every breath,

I could not comprehend this seemingly

Accidental death.

Yet in a dusty corner lay

A sparkle of life, a little clue

To whom this person was

And to whom this house once belonged to.

Spiders had spun throughout the years,

Webs upon webs between shining tears

Of diamond, topaz and quartz.

As I stared at this little yet

Prominent clue,

It became clear to whom

This item had belonged to:

Local tradition had it,

She allowed herself no light;

Perfected a mock night.

Alone she ate and slept and wrote,

Left a journal by her bed,

“This is not the world I belong to”

She ostensibly had said.

She wore black to match cherry lips,

Pallid cheeks and ebony hair,

And a single choker round her neck.

Alas one day she faltered then fell,

Cracked her head upon the stair.

Not a soul saw her until I came,

As a carcass,

There was she still lain.

Jenny

You’re a beautiful girl,

They all say that you are

No love letters, long calls,

Merely a cider-sodden snog in the alley

Next to the kitchen door.

You’re a good girl,

A man needs to be amazing for you.

No lingerie, satin hearts,

Just a drug-induced blow

Opposite the abandoned moor.

A high maintenance girl.

That’s who you are.

No flowers or rings,

Only a swift fuck

On the bathroom floor.

Loneliness

As I sit upon my

Cotton covered bed

I picture I’m with you:

Your hand brushing against

my cheek,

as I close my eyes in bliss,

the other clasped tightly;

entwined in my own.

A warm feeling

rises in my body,

like a stream of love,

up to my head…

A small yet poignant kiss

I place upon your lips:

Red upon red

Just as the cold blood

I have shed.

Ineffable

Ineffable love flows through my heart

Like indelible ink, colouring the chambers in its path.

My insides are encased; no part of me is spared from the mystery of emotion.

Infested with luminescence, it flows to my shining eyes and colours my world,

Repairing my wounds; restoring my broken veins.

The Colour of Darkness

Blackness shrouds my once bright life,

Death’s cool hand reaches out to me.

A long cold shiver runs down my spine,

I can picture the end and it is now.

Now white and pale is my face, I have no time to disagree.

Blistered Stars

All I see is death, a cool black light in my future's mind,

It persists to comfort my sordid thoughts of life.

The red monotonous light of day, which seems to defy my thoughts,

Batters my scalpel made heart, into a cicatrix-scarred thorn.

That voice which tells me to carry on has faded at long last,

Wrenched all positivity from my battered mind.

My release is the night, when the moon is new,

The darkness reflects my mind; I will be a nocturnal dream of light.

I am at my best when the moon is new,

When the shadows play, and images of infidelity are rife.

Colour me, blistering stars, fade away the glaring sun-drenched life.

Swept

Sweeping into the pool of distraction that ever feels my mind, covering my thoughts like the moonshine at night. Wandering into the gallery I’ve painted in my mind, my eyes, where empty voids used to lie, your face etched in my mind comforts my soul. Like a bird you have set me free, a million dreams of you and me permanently tattooed on my soul. Blasts of colours and every shape, you are my variation, intention, strength.

The Raven

Come to me, sweet black raven,

soothe my heated mind.

Float on the currents of my thoughts, hover on my emotions.

In you alone, gentle raven, I put my soul,

I place my delicate heart under your wings.

Smooth, peaceful raven,

sing to me, as your wings brush my vulnerable eyes

as you pursue deeper into my essence,

revealing my innermost belief

to your calmed consciousness.

Cracked Dreams

Every teardrop in every sky

Cracks my heart as it falls,

She split my so-called beauty in half,

Every salty bead crashes into sun-stained scars.

Strength is not a virtue it seems,

I fell a great callous height,

Remorseless in its halt, I fear,

I have not fallen the whole harsh height.

Every brackish jewel of hate

Collides with my splintered heart,

A boundless height I descend, I fall not

Back into my once pure life.

Fear

I fear for others, with their troubled minds,

Is all that I need to do. My phobia is not of what conflict I find,

Not of the vex that I attain, not of what I not do.

My phobia is of myself I dread, and that is what they

Told me not to do.