A Picture of Heartbreak (The Tragedy of Sibyl Vane)

Frozen in a picture of sadness
Captured at seventeen
And held as a memory
Forever.
Sweet Sibyl, I cry for you.
Beauty to beauty
Your brought so many to life
And with portrayal of Juliet
(Continuing the eternal cycle
Of death and resurrection)
You brought young heart
To love.
Oh Sibyl, why step from the stage?
Why leave behind shadows
That love you
For the shadow of love?
I cry for you
Sweet,
Silent,
Sibyl.
You did not deserve
Hope, love and life withdrawn.
Love is fluid
Not black and white
But for you, most certainly
Not Gray.

Words In Your Mouth

Speak gently,
Sweet angel,
Lace your words with poison
If poison is in your heart,
But let your hand not falter
As you administer lethal dose
To the words I drink in
Love will cover all
For it is blind,
Deaf,
And immune to what you may say
In attempt to break hearts
(I feel I need more than one
To hold all my feeling for you).
Swill your unvoiced darts
Before speaking them
And let them not be sugar coated.
But oh! how I wish
That these words might
One day
Hold love.
Though I not be immune to feeling
I would welcome a faint trace
Of any word I may call love,
Though it may be more deadly than poison.

Immunity takes more exposure
Than you or I have yet seen.
A heart is a terrible thing to waste.

Roses Remedied

The parcel lies lifeless
Set aside on the counter
The danger nearly passed
She could hear the ticking clock
Pounding out a tattoo
Over the still-shaken heartbeat
That whispers within her chest
The anatomy of feeling-
Grafted by romanticism
Onto the unwilling body-
In it’s supposed existence
Almost fell prey to the perilous package,
Now almost forgotten.
It almost was conquered
By the siege of pushes and pulls
On heartstrings
Photos became reinforcements
Lining the walls to repel feeling,
To prevent any twitch of love
From becoming the spark of resurrection.
She loses herself in the pictures
Of yesterday,
Oh so many years ago,
And remembers him…
And refuses to let go,
Because this baby’s in black
And that’s nothing new
Neither is the pain she holds to
Like a life preserver,
A last line to lost love
And love, now cold and bitter,
Like yesterday’s coffee
Is the cure for the hangover
That may have been caused
By the box full of flowers
And memories dashed to bits
Of nothing.
She’s found a cure for happiness...
And for roses.

Lines (composed thousands of miles from Tintern Abbey holding no relevance to it)

If you had every opportunity to stab my back
Would you occasionally dare to attack?
And if I had to trust you with a piece of my heart
Would you just once dare to tear it apart?
How dare you?
How do you dare?
What thoughts make traffic through streets in your head?
Is it selfishness, loneliness, or do you just want me dead?
Do you dare?
And if not, then why don’t you?
I hope you’re that good,
‘Cause if my death is desired then I daresay you could
Bring it about in the vilest of ways
So that I be heartless for the rest of my days.
That’s not my plan, that’s not my desire
For truly I tell you I’d rather choose fire.
‘Cause the option of lovelessness colder than ice
Is something I consider not half as nice
As death.

Synesthesia (Dazzler Explained)

Soft-spun melodies
Claw their way to consciousness,
Breaking through the barrier of normality
Into visible scope,
Explosion of color:
Disorder.
Dazzle me with your voice
I’ll watch it dance ‘round you,
The pinks and blues
Framing your silhouette,
While the greens and golds
Simply shimmer and pulse,
Proving no pattern recognition,
Instead, a snowflake.
I see now why people talk
And talk and talk;
The sound protects against the fury,
Your armor around you
Emanating blurry,
Replenished from all your discourse
That now makes such sense…
Sing!
And send me reeling,
Bombarded with the spectrum,
Consciousness fading,
Drowning in the color
I zealously drank.

Could she really use light as a weapon?
Or does the world just have a disorder?

Time

It is fluid
It is fast
It is dying
It won’t last

He woke up near death
And then bade it goodbye
Leaving it on its gurney
And he reached towards the sky

She had no hope
But she had a car
And so key hit ignition
And wheels hit tar

It is now
It is then
It is later
It answers ‘when?’


He had new life
And now he walked free
So he left his clean house
And the yard with the tree

She drove with no happiness
And only one need
Blinded yearning for destruction
And so she chose speed

It is vague
It is clear
It is far
It is near

His life was a miracle
A shining new birth
So he crossed the road
To spread the tale of his mirth

Her heartbreak made life
Seem not worth the livin
So eyes full of tears
She met him in collision

It is intertwined
It is a thread
It is alive
And it is dead

He had cheated death again
Yet it seems somewhat sure
His final reprieve
Was simply to save her

Death on her mind
Now clear before her face
She brought him what she deserved
And so she met grace