curses of the dragon and heartache

betrayed by my own indifference’s

i am tethered to the chaotic bliss

of questions i dare not ask

[for quiet fear] of answers that may sever

the very thread which poisons my heart

 

i recall the intense release

driven by the madness of the dull needle

you plunged within my veins

opening my eyes to a darkness so selfish,

it remains unspoken

 

i cringe at the memories,

wishing i had known then

what i bleed for now

 

cursed by the dragon

cursed by the heartache

you politely caressed me with,

sulking in every syllable

which once left me breathless

 

i am cursed by the curse of the inability to open my worn heart and set you free

[for this, i can only blame myself]

fluttering into the darkness

i felt the universe crash as i fluttered into the darkness

flushed with insecurity, my sinking eyes wandered callous shadows

baking in the solitude of fear, i laughed only for what i could not grasp

[he lingered]

 

the pain waged war with bruised memories, failing to account for tears left unnoticed

[he] seared into youthful skin, admiring my weakness, piercing the flesh

resulting in a bitterness so clever even i could not take credit for playing the fool

 

i had hoped it would never come to this, despite all my best efforts [it did]

 

although i claimed the finding myself amongst the fallen ashes

confusion rendered me useless as i discretely laced happiness with heartache

remaining silent

breathless

before the beauty which unfolded in the darkness

 

can i no longer distinguish love’s weakest and pain’s finest

[he can]

ignorance blurs flawless clarity

she counts the petals,

gently absorbing the profound intensity,

unraveling labyrinths coiled within each subtle shade of magenta,

so vibrant,

she becomes tipsy from innocent grandeur

 

how youth can stain a life,

once considered irreplaceable

 

is ignorance so blurring,

should she merely seek for eternity

the only piece ever to be perceived with flawless clarity

 

soft ripples admire a simple girl

as her reflection gingerly fades

into the cosmos vast complexity

 

still,

is it not only as perplexing as she mends it to be

 

[simplicity is best served cold]

the simplest of all realizations

I stumbled upon a bucket of stars, blinded by breathtaking glory,

I stood,

awestruck in wonder.

 

Each glimmer perfectly whispered your name

as I delicately collapsed into a sea of satin foam,

intricate threads carrying every instance when clocks unticked

and seized into a singular tear of black opal; the simplest of all realizations

 

 

– I need you so much closer.

dreams are essential, but

Dreams are essential, but it is the journey that allows us to attain them.

she knows of the gold found in mountains

she has found beneath

the winding path, amongst the fallen branches

and rocks too rebellious to fit the mold,

that only in her mountains can she discover the gold

hidden beneath the moist shuffled dirt

 

there’s gold in these mountains,

i know.

and all at once the world stopped

and there she stood.

so magnificent, even the stars paused at her beauty.

how the ocean breeze softly swept between each curl and she swayed under the shadow of the waning moon.

the shadow which carried her dreams, as time in a bottle.

 

stripped. her toes crinkled beneath the briny sand.

each crash of every powerful wave displayed her youth as she swayed.

 

she took off, as a bird in flight, she soared beyond the teeth of dragons, she perched among the clouds

and how perfect everything looked from far away.

 

how translucent each blunder slowly became, misting, floating away into the nothingness.

no longer perplexed as each misplaced puzzle piece, yet they slowly crawled to mold into a ruby crown of kisses and smiles that could never be replaced with diamonds and vanity.

 

separated from all sanity, she leans in to kiss the stars.

how bright they shine for those who believe – in all things impossible.

 

and all at once the world stopped to watch her dance across the sky.

 

freedoms in the impossible – if only you believe

i write of love and all the pretty things —

things that grow wild and free and maintain no care

for what the atmosphere claims to be of worth.

 

words swish into the wind,

dispersing as a child puffs the dandelion —

floating off

into the big blue sphere that feeds life

into my hungry eyes.

 

wide.

bright.

 

they look past all the painted colors and worn threads.

beyond the flowered hills and silver lakes, where naked [bare]

the truth unfolds.

blooming, vibrant, wild, and free.

 

i unburry the treasure held within truth and taste the freedom on my lips.

freedom downpours, releasing gravity’s hold to where i land.

 

freedoms in the impossible — if only you believe.

love, i cannot see you through the roses

i have come to find you are like chocolates and spring

delighted at your beauty, yet bitter to my pensive tongue

have i not seen your follies and red roses bloom

 

tell me, which am i to taste?

 

am i to suckle each as a new beginning

[merely a young flower sprouting in winters quiet sunrise]

or bright as the lilies and the daffodils as they hasten the season

to which carries the simple element rendering sinking lungs

 

and every thorn that tears the breath from young flesh

buds life into the dwindling parched grass below

 

love, i cannot see you through the roses;

won’t you show me the way

gracefully as you kiss my lips

gracefully i tread the silvery waters

beyond the moons shadow

where i fall back into the poppy fields

and vision us basking in the lights

 

how i love to watch as you kiss my lips