Mockingjay

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Mirrors and Mockery

Bring me the illusion of all i had ever dared to dream of,
and then douse the fire to nothing, 
Remnants of embers float to the sky to disintegrate to nothing,
Stars of cold light laugh at them. 

The thorned rose hears their cruel jesters,
Opening its dreamy petals to listen but says absolutely nothing,
It's silence as deadly as the poison within its thorns,
Turns away and leaves them to such mockery. 

Cradled sparks that wanted to grow as high as mountains,
Lighting up that dark world for others to see,
A dream nurtured then monstrously murdered in the night,
A changed persona like a virus, came to overthrow. 

It had no place for dreams,
No place for the beauty in the dark nor beauty in the light,
Just floating between realms made on numbness,
Not a care in the world. 

There he stands,
The one who lit those fires and the one who doused them,
Clouded eyes but he claims them clear,
Speaking of things that were colder than the water. 

And what is the little rabbit to make of it?
The one who fell in love with those dancing flames,

Now soaked and beyond frightened,
Shall she run away or approach this mad man? 

Saturday, January 11, 2014

The Most Cruel

Random words that string themselves together,
A mind of their own with a puppet to emit them,
Coursing through the air and echoing against cold walls,
Clashing against one another, enough to cut through skin.

Unguarded and fragile it stands,
A heart that after so much torture, still bleeds,
Uttering every hidden syllable treasured dear,
Flowers of self-destruction fruits and reseeds.

A confession, a lie, a sliver of truth,
Crusted by time and rusted shut by fear,
Prized open when fear cancels itself out with fear,
When anticipating the arrival of death, contents spill.

"Beauty divine, unrivaled and flawless...will you spend all of eternity with me?"

Beautiful words twisted into flowers that hang their heads,
A question unanswered while echoing forever in the darkness,
Unwritten and unrecorded except by an already disintegrating memory,
A beloved held close but now whose reach lay farthest.

A broken promise even before it was made,
A word of tenderness now pierced with such cruelty,
A puppet without strings now lay lifeless upon the floor,
Unable to utter any more though in his state of incredulity.

A soul that has left his medium right before that hazardous moment,
An avoided breath of a reply that could have stopped his heart either way,
Be it in pieces or beating so fast that it stopped, guilt floods him for his cruel deed,
His heart was no longer hers to own, tomorrow never, but always yesterday.










Sunday, December 15, 2013

The Harshest Winter

Dearest love that holds my heart,
Why hast thou grown quiet and cold?
Has your affection for me disintegrated to nothing?
Or has your heart yearn for another to hold?

Eyes that turn away from my own worried ones, 
Once warm hands that pull away from mine,
Looks of disdain cast by that beautiful face,
I beg those lips to not tell me goodbye. 

As snow forms from crying skies,
And fall gently to the dead earth below,
I stand in the bitter cold as you cast me out,
So does hope leave my tortured soul.

Words never graced those lips it seems,
Your actions as loud as a meteor's descent,
Memories are only what we have now,
For Christmas did you want another fool as a present?

Under the mistletoe she stood,
Beaming brightly with a painted face,
Arms around you tight with a look I once had,
You pick her up and whisk her away till you left no trace.

A silent murder in the harsh winters of the heart,
Believing it was spring when my blood slowly froze beneath the skin. 
Awaking to face the most bitter cold,
I couldn't believe I let you win.

And again I speak into the moaning winds,
Asking once again for the answer I long for,
A wondering thought that pleads to have rest,
From the one I had previously so adored.

Dearest love that holds my heart,
Why hast thou grown quiet and cold?
Has your affection for me disintegrated to nothing?
Or has your heart yearn for another to hold?

Saturday, December 7, 2013

The Jester's Fate

Tear stained marks upon a painted face,
Bells ringing freely but sorrow sounds out,
Strangled words never leave that forced voice,
Trapped forever in this world of fakery.

Tell me of the jester,
Who leaps and prances on command,
Bound by not strings nor words,
But chains and crowned threats.

Labeled a fool for all to see,
Facades and trickery his bread and butter,
Always a joke and nothing more,
A toy, a tool for all to use.

Madness within madness,
His only asset left to utilize,
Slowly evaporating his own soul,
Soon turning him not into a puppet but the lunatic. 

The rambling fool that no longer pretends,
His shattered insanity in mere pieces,
Yet everything remains the same,
His suffering and inner death never known.

Tear stained marks upon a once painted face,
Bella rang freely but sorrow sounded out,
Strangled words never left that forced voice,
Trapped forever in this world of foolery.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

A Journey

Child of the earth, take me with thee,
Where the oceans roar and rivers sing,
Where winds serenade oh so sweetly,
And where whispers of the earth so great a bounty brings.

Take me on a journey with thee,
Where eagles soar and stallions run,
Kind rains wash away every sorrow,
Where rays of sunset kiss thee when the day is done.

Free from all the shadows,
Outrunning every perusing nightmare,
Worshipping the rotating stars in the sky,
Chasing the winds to God knows where.

A place where wondrous things stretch endlessly,
Valleys and mountains bend to your will,
Flowers rise from the earth to kiss your feet,
A place where time himself had stood still.

Where rains of the monsoon sing thee to sleep,
And soft heather serves to rest thy weary head,
Aurorian lights dance in the night's sky,
Where fires keep thee company till they burn themselves dead.

Child of the earth, take me with thee,
Where the oceans roar and rivers sing,
Where the winds serenade so sweetly,
Where whispers of the earth so great a bounty brings.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Too Precious To Have And To Hold

Tis a broken world that cut us with those shards,
The pieces of glass still lay within us, 
Glowing with luminescent pains of the past,
Reflecting every inch of shattered trust. 

So many cracks within that mirror, 
Savagely done by our own bloodlinked kin, 
The silver separating but still reflects, 
Forgotten stories clawed onto tortured skin. 
Red and angry those marks lay,
Though a death-like blue its heart did beat, 
Dying inside but unable to die, 
A revolving film did we have front seats. 

Forced to relive them against our will,
Remembering was always painful,
Until we'd do anything to take it away, 
Even for a sliver of light, we'd be truly grateful.

A patch of sky one day showed itself,
Not dim but yet not blinding,
Its curious light beckoning with kindness, 
A welcomed change from endless crying.

It stayed and slowly warmed my soul, 
My frozen heart as well,
Only for me did that patch stay,
In its warm light, did i choose to dwell. 

Probably not the wisest decision, 
As it would move where the wind takes it, 
But with wings it blessed my torn soul with, 
In hope that this broken world could one day be lit. 

To be able to feel again, 
To be able to believe, 
Together we share this acursed world,
Immortal souls as thick as thieves.

Promises i would never make, 
Dangers that i would normally fear, 
Hope that i would never dare to believe in, 
And yet roses you made bloom from my tears.
A wounded soul thats bathed in darkness,
Yet you shine with armor a knight would envy,
With flaming heart and hope within,
I can only pray a part of your future, i'll be.

I shall be your light for as long as you let me, 
To ease your sorrows and weary mind,
Chasing back shadows from whence they came, 
To hope for the day you say "You're mine." 

Until that illusion becomes inescapably real,
Allow me to be your healing balm,
Until the day you tire of my presence,
Or until that fading doubt is truly gone.








Monday, October 28, 2013

The Broken Flower

Words that were craved the most,
Touch that disintegrated my skin,
Burning stings from unforgiving tears,
A tongue whose words could never win.

A hand never raised to the youngling,
Yet words that tore and split at her core,
A bruised and beaten soul lay in pieces,
Yet never knowing why or what for.

Caged in the corner of her mind,
She burns the city in fury and agony,
Watching as the flames engulfed her,
A fading hope to finally be free.

She prayed to a God she knew didn't exist,
Asking Him to turn her tears to roses,
She quivered as she stood in the rain,
Forced to stand outside for unknown causes. 

Fear and oblivion were her only friends,
Isolation and silence, her companions;
Trembling when voices were raised,
Familiarity of a home devoid of compassion. 

Eyes that looked upon a world so cruel,
Lips that trembled at the crack of a whip,
Ears that bled from inhuman words,
Wounds so deep but never dripped.