Harlequin

Her iris swelled with sapphire,

Giving vibrant, colorful life to the oceans and the skies.

Her eyes retreated to a peaceful slumber at night,

Hiding from some poisoned memories.

The world became ill as she slept,

Causing the paint to melt from the canvas.

The sun may shine,

But the darkness will remain until she awakens.

Dawn approaches, awakening her from her slumber.

Tears cascaded from the crevice of her eyes,

Painting the sickly, gray world once again.

Beauty pervaded every corner of the canvas,

Giving the world another day of vibrant life.

Inner Peace

The face of the world is a beauty to behold,

Yet its personality is vile.

I seek inner peace to escape her cruelty.

A surge of glee tickles my blood as I

Remove my eyes from their sockets.

I devour them and let them travel through

The dark tunnel that is populated by oxygen.

It’s a gateway to inner peace,

One that I am familiar with,

One that is not infected by the poison that is the world.

The darkness will come.

Diseased

I want you to live in me like a disease;

A sickness that evades immunity,

Residing within my system until my dying day.

Life doesn’t have to be this way,

But I want to see what life has in store with you.

 

I want you to live in me like a disease;

A sickness that makes me clutch my pulsing heart,

Tugging on the veins like strings of a harp.

Life doesn’t have to be this way,

But I want to create this beautiful melody with you.

 

I want you to live in me like a disease;

A sickness that was birthed in nature,

Traveling through air just to be with me.

Life doesn’t have to be this way,

But I want to walk the Earth in hand with you.

 

I want you to live in me like a disease;

A sickness that will carry me to the grave,

Crowning me with an angelic halo to wear.

Death doesn’t have to be this way,

But I want to look down upon your beauty with the Lord.

Beauty and Chaos

The World is a painting I exist in,

Yet I don’t even know its Creator.

It’s a work of Art that is never permanent,

Amending itself with escalating beauty and chaos.

I stand in an open field to view

The evolving beauty. It’s like

The colors bleed into each other

To create an entirely new painting to awe.

The colors of the World begin to melt.

The paint falls to the surface I stand upon

Like rain that cleanses the World

From all its chaos.

The surface is flooding with this concoction.

The pool’s volume continues to grow until my feet are lifted

And I’m swimming in the paint.

The World is looking white

As if the Creator is beginning a new project.

The paint continues to melt until I’m treading

In the pool of beauty and chaos.

This is not the end of the World;

The Artist wants us to truly engage with the Art.

I look upon the ghostly white environment,

And then slowly fall until my head is submerged in the paint.

I’m not fading into the darkness,

I am drowning in Art.

The pool of beauty and chaos drowns me,

Dying in Art and not a World of nothing.

Coming Home

I’ve been left out in the dark

Stripped naked and cold.

The blade has found its home

Buried in waves of warm flesh.

Warmth was something that I longed for.

 

I’ve been left out in the dark

With a visceral fear of being lonesome.

The lost soul has found its home

In the arms of the omnipotent Entity.

Welcoming arms were something that I longed for.

 

I’ve been left out in the dark

Without somebody to tell that I love them.

Words of lust have found their home

As they’re whispered in the ears of a loved one.

Love was something that I longed for.

 

I’ve been left out in the dark

Without a home to call my own.

Shelter is not what I needed, Home is

The love held within our own two hearts.

I hope you answer.

The World Is My Painting

I’m haunted by the elegiac darkness of this world.

There are no visible boundaries of this black room I exist in.

No light, no color, almost as if the world itself is blind.

How am I to restore light in such a dark place

That even I am unable to see through?

I cannot see, I can smell, taste, hear, and touch

The darkness circulating throughout the realm.

A light has made its presence known as a glow

Emits from the depths within my body.

This white shine only glows within my body

And still leaves the rest of the world saturated in black paint.

My heart and every other vital organ are exposed.

A myriad of colors are flowing through my veins.

These are the only colors left that exist.

The world needs to be painted again so

I’m going to bring it back to life.

With a razor, I cut through my skin and watched

The colors seep through my body into the darkness.

A pool of multicolored paint lays in front of me at my disposal.

With a paintbrush, I use the colors within my body

And give a hue to everything that was once alive.

I’m losing consciousness and I will soon be dead

But the world will never again dabble into darkness.

The grass is greener than it ever was, the sky is bluer

And everything that was once beautiful is lively again.

I’ve fallen into a slumber in which I’ll never awake,

But I’ll get to sleep in a pool of beautiful colors

I knew once existed. To my death,

I’ve made the world a painting of my own

That came straight from the heart.

Free My Heart From The Cold

I am a recipient of abhorrence and hatred.

The chaos of it all coats me while I’m naked.

This wicked flare leaves my beating heart cold

While my soul is burning and is something to behold.

A monstrosity steals my soul as my body freezes,

Around my heart a sheet of ice tightly squeezes.

Our love was warm until this very day,

I want to feel this pain before I fade away.

My heart will bleed even when the beat is slow,

My burning soul goes about the world without its halo.

A tear melts from the crevice of your frozen colored eye,

You lay me down a final time where I will die.

You kissed me one last time just to show your Love

Before I’m gone and ascend into the sky above.

My eyes are sealed and my life is deafened,

You’re even more beautiful when I first look down from Heaven.

One day we’ll reunite in Paradise and then we’ll dine,

Before you go cold, I will bring the sun up and let it shine.

Our love still goes strong, let this be a sign

To show the world that you are still mine.

Fly Away

This is dedicated to my late grandfather. He died last week and the family and I attended his funeral today. I can only hope that I’ll grow up to be at least half the man he was.

Fly away to the welcoming trumpets
Of the Heavens. The world has lost weight
And gracefully released a gentle soul to its skies.
Suffer no longer. The disease has won; it erased
Your memory and has claimed your life.
It had never touched your soul though.
Your love was too strong for it to grasp.
You’ve been greatly awarded with a peaceful passing.
Your journey on Earth has ended, but a new one has begun,
Reunited with those who have passed before you,
And soon enough we will rejoice.

Rest Her Bones On Me

I thank God every day for this gift, this blessing.

Her flesh is obscured by the skin that imprisons

Such a beautiful character, preserved in everlasting darkness

That will never see daylight.  Her elegant soul travels

Through each kiss to unite with mine within my own realm.

This is a love story that will not wake the dead,

For our souls will not intervene with such a loud world.

This is a love story that takes place within our own bodies,

A silent love that only we can understand.

When it is our time to pass, I pray that He rests her bones on mine.

This may be our final resting place, but our souls will permeate

Through the cracks of the physical Earth and journey elsewhere.

This is a love story that will never end just because our hearts stopped,

Our souls have been acquainted through each kiss we shared.

Hand in hand, we will continue without that crippling pulse.

Our hearts were the center of our universe, but our ghosts have taken over.

We will not haunt, only continue what we’ve always had.

 

Lights Out

Blind and deaf, how does she know if she exists?

She fails to see her place,

She struggles without the beautiful sounds flowing

Throughout her aura.

Touch is her only sense of existence,

Something to truly remind her that she’s alive

In a world of darkness.

It’s dark deep inside the chambers of her mind,

Yet she cannot hear her own thoughts.

Her mind is as dark as the world she cannot see,

And as silent as the world she cannot hear.

He approaches her with a light touch of his hand

To let her know that she is not alone in the darkness.

He prays she could hear the words he has spoken.

He wants to say he loves her, yet she cannot

Hear or see his displayed affection.

Don’t turn away.

Her eyes remain open, yet they yield nothing.

He guides her into the welcoming safety of his arms

To bring her peace from the darkened abyss

That is her mind and her world.

The heat of feelings are exchanged between the two.

He looks into her ghostly eyes,

She doesn’t know what she’s looking at.

She can only feel the love that he has for her

And the love that she has for him.

Their love doesn’t need to be seen or heard

In the forms of physical affection or words,

It can’t be seen nor can it be heard.

Their love is an intense feeling residing deep within their beings,

Even when the lights are out.