Friday, January 16, 2015

Pretty?

A pretty girl, she always wanted to be
Her naturally butchered eyes bulged
Betrayed her deeply ingrained wish
To be a mirror’s friend, she wanted
All they did was frown upon her
She punished herself religiously
surrounding herself with mirrors
Screaming all day long at the face

This was no tragedy, a proud mother
Hiding behind her own demons
How could she be a safe haven
For such an abomination
Love and hate kept dueling
White powder and that bourbon
Emptiness filled her carcass

Years kept rolling on the wheels
Women of house they both were
Lost in their inner sanctum
There could be no recognition
Mind corrupted with reborn filth
Mechanized tubes filled with smoke

The mirrors were remnants of glass
The shards etched vertically
All across her fragile skin
all went right, she had let go
Of all the squalor, the mirror face
Mother had her final drunken stupor
She saw the girl, all colored
Sleeping so peacefully
Now she was finally pretty.


Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Jenny's Day In

Peeking behind the curtains
Dust stains reveal the perished
Jenny stays hungry, still waiting
She is bitter, lost in melancholy
Her soar throat cannot stretch
Tied to that last thread of hope
She decides to cut it herself
When will the bell ring, she wonders
While scratching and clawing
Her skin is almost thin
Bordering the sinew, she barks 
For that one last time
If only Tim could hear her
Sleeping with a rope around
His neck so fragile
The room would be his cemetery 
He made sure, Sorry Jenny.

A Puzzle of Calm

So for all the approaching infinities
Lets maintain that tiny speck
Of thin veil, that shroud of mystical aura
A firm and hopeful request
To deliberately hide that piece
Missing from the evolving puzzle
Let us never find a solution
For I'm afraid it could all slip
Carefully constructed mask of calm
For I'm petrified of the prospect
Of the curtain closing on the audience
Maybe lets take a dive into identity crisis
To keep slipping away from the abyss
Which is bustling with the undisclosed
Till this frozen lake thaws in time
That life is alive with new beginning.