Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Your games set me free

It would be easy
To grant you your wishes,
Cry and whimper
At your feet,

Beg for forgiveness,
Perhaps admit
To a contradiction
In believes,

Offer my hips
And breasts
To you
On a plate,

My tongue
In a cup,
My eyes
Spheres
On a gold chain,

My hands and legs
Tied to my seat,
Beneath your throne,
Flailing,
Helplessly

A flower
Looking up
To the sun,
Worshiping
Her God

And yet
My heart
Heals
As soon as it bleeds,

My brain
Refuses
To submit
To a weak willed image,

I won't be your
Damsel in distress
For the stress
Is you

Your perpendicular corners,
Set off with barbed wire
Broken glass,
When you hold me close
I tear,

I look back
Your sneering lips,
Your ego
Defiant,
Plain for all to see,

And I laugh,
Until my stomach churns,
My sides collapse,
My legs
No longer carry me,

Your games
Set me free,
A burning torch,
Clearly outlined
The destruction you will try
To make me endure

I leave you
Alone,
In a dark corner,
Playing against
Your reflection,
An opponent you will eventually
Destroy,

My skin
Wrapped around me,
Warmth emanating
From my core,

Your blue soul
Wafting,
Like a wolf
Searching
For his next soul

Your cruelty
In the past
A thorn filled prison
Has now
Set me free

You place your fears inside me

You place your fears
Inside me
A hole,

Burned into my skin

Your tongue
Flickers,
Burning reality
A perception

You weave
Around me,
Chess mate
You smirk

My impulses fire back,
Defensive manoeuvres,
Designed
To intimidate

And yet
You break me again
My silence,
A weapon
I cannot use

You push away my ghosts
Demanding
Acknowledgement
Through your skilful use of board games

My refusal to sway with your wishes
Broken
Your silent demands
Delivered

Perpetual cycles
Of push and shove
Tantrum ridden
Anguish

My imagination
Created perfection
Reality an inconvenience,
I choose to ignore

I will sit here
Your blows
Lifting me
Off the ground

Do no mistake
My lack of obvious defences
For meekness
Or acceptance

Merely a delay
In response
Gearing up towards
Your finale

Sunday, March 11, 2007

I coil and recoil

With painstaking clarity
I face my confusion,
I redesign the circles
Above my head

A few lines appear,
Uncaring,
Out of focus

Sand seeps into my eyes,
A whirlpool of light,
Clear and imprecise

Seconds stretch
My internal wounds
Take over

Scars deform my nerves
As I approach you,
Spitting blood

This time it was blue,
Pacifying
Your blood engulfs me in red

Your defences wear me down
To brittle bones
My ashes drift
Into your lap

Tasting your desire
My spirit recoils
Your breath coils
Around me

Your tongue salivating
Over your win
My spirit lies broken
Pieces wafting
Through the air

Your smell engulfs my sense,
Musky sweat
Intimacy drowns me

My shadow hurls
Through the crowds
Tasting you on others

Your skin running
Through me
I hesitate
Then dive straight into your gut

Your essence completes my lines
Shapes appear
In my lungs,
I breathe you in
And out

Your screams fill my veins
Pumping through my body
You invade every corner
Imprinting history
On brittle hairs around my wrists

My neck throbs with the effort
Of holding my head still
As I look inside your soul
A mocking parody of affection

Your hairs twirl
Around my lips
I taste you inside me.

Your misjudgement of me

And so I have become
A motionless creation
Hurried grace
Burning alongside me

Your words burn me,
Touches ignite my sorrows,
Bills ringing
Eternally

Your eyes accusing,
My sins eluding,
A sense of accomplishment
Draws above my head
A failure sign

Acknowledgments of my failure
To decipher the symbols
You dully painted around me.

Vines crackle as
I rustle through the mud,
Your fingers pick
My destiny

Your hands pull my hairs,
A piece at a time,
Flicking by
My history
Through split ends

Words create confusion
In my hindbrain,
You touch my forehead
And they spill forth
Into your hands
You pick and choose
The ones you want

Confusing my content state
I hide my eyes
Behind a veil of lashes,
Fluttering
Endlessly

My accusations lie here,
In front of you,
My apologies sincere,
My silence
Forthcoming

Your response bland,
Sweeping my dignity
Towards the door,
Your fingers probe my strings,
You break me viciously.