Whispers in a Dark Corner

Morning found me
Mourning drowned me
This sea of self loathing
The push and pull of these waves of depression
Pull me under the influence
Of a smoke cloud moon
Where the madness of my mind
Is silenced by a whitish gray haze

In my mind, I scream.
I scream at the top of my lungs
To the vast empty hall of my mind
And am responded to by the sound of my own pained, confused scream
Echoing off this hall’s walls.
But outside, I’m smiling,
I’m silent.

I’m addicted to fear
I get high from snorting your crystalline tears
Your sorrow and helplessness
When you realize your brittle bones can’t dig through your city of concrete
Arouses me in a special way
Why?
Because I’m sadistic and I like it.

My heart has birthed for you
Inadequate poetry and prose
And I fear that it will never
Be able to fully express the depth
Of my love for you, my sweet
So it’s no one’s fault but mine
If you never know how much I love you
For this, I apologize.

Camellia

The camellia as a flower without scent
Blooming without revealing itself
Its death is tragically beautiful
Tragically silent
Like the loudest cry you’ve never heard

I desire to dissect
To dismember all members
Of this torn homeland
So that I may answer these questions:
Why is the heart so easily broken?
Why are the bones so easily shaken?

We ate righteousness
And spat it back out as hate
For we are but mother birds
Feeding our young

Swallowed at the crossroads
By my own carnal desire
I began dealing with devils
Conversing with cretins
Until the line in the dirt
Was washed away by sin
And no one could tell
The difference between them and I

We trudge along this broken road
We, two broken souls
Trying to find some semblance
Of the romance we once had

Pandora’s Music Box

A song came forth when she opened it;
A song of dying children, wailing mothers, and agonized fathers.
You could see their world falling apart
Just from listening to her song.
In the center of the box
Danced a little demon out of tune with the music.
If the song was jazz,
He was dancing swing.
If the song was blues,
He was dancing hip hop.
I recognized him as chaos and discord
And the song as pandemonium and disaster.
Pandora closed her music box, smiling,
For she knew that that song and that demon were man’s fate, inevitably.

Push, pull
Ocean, moon
Yin, yang
Good, evil
Everything in perfect balance
Like the sun and moon
Like you and me
Supporting and calming each other
In order to obtain perfect, harmonious peace.