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.