Don't Toy with Me

Dear Mr. Can You See Me,

I beg you 

please treat me 

like I am your old rag doll 

missing her left eye. 

Let me be the conductor 

of your old wooden train set,

I promise not to stray 

to far off the tracks. 

Dear Mr. Can You See Me,

Don't you trust me? 

to drive 

the barrel of monkeys and forgotten teddy to safety? 

I trusted you 

but you left me on the highest shelf 

gathering dust,

because your love strayed 

and I am not pretty enough. 

The Nude Zoo

I want to touch you. 

Graze your naked porcelain skin,

with my rough hands. 

But that's against the rules, playing with the prey. 

I want to trace your protruding bones 

and feed you scraps of meat. 

Yet the child in your eyes 

is begging to be put down. 

But I am only then zookeeper,

not the hunter. 

Watching over you

until the monster emerges 

with chew toys and chains,

guilty pleasures dripping from his jaw. 

For him.

What I am 

is from who you are,

because who I am, 

is due to you.

The Beauty of Water

Water does amazing things for the mind, body and, soul.

I float undisturbed in the water,
fully exposed.
From my wispy mermaid hair to my pruned toes. 
First in the womb
and now the age of a wiser soul. 

The water engulfs me,
but I let it
yank me down
and bring me home. 

A little graveyard girl

Just been working on it for a couple of days, not sure if I like the rhymes or not... 

The marble girls spy

while they whisper and lie

perched atop mausoleums.

Shadows coax ghosts 

from up top rusted posts

waiting for snickering voices.

While the graveyard mists 

and abnormal wisps

penetrate my skin.

The cries and the creeping

my heart stops, so does the weeping

and I fall beneath with the bones. 

And while I sit here, I wish I was somewhere else

Something short, something new, nothing borrowed, but a little bit blue.

Talking to the walls, 

they answer back 

in a low husky growl

curling up from the molding,

I've been here

for far too long,

wasting my words

on faded rose patterns 

and chipped white paint. 

Being stuck in my own head and business is the worst....

It has been more than a little while since I have posted anything that I have written. It's not that I haven't wanted to, it's just that I have been working on things piece by piece, coming up with lines here and there. I've started a new job, been busy almost every weekend, but I still get a little time to write, yet I will promise myself I will soon try to plan more. Here is a little something I've been working on.

Stuck

Sitting still
on a styrofoam couch,
words try to pry themselves out from behind my teeth
but any movement, even the subtle purse of my lips makes a sound.

Feeling cramped, alone, unable to move,
I listen to the fans wave hello, or maybe goodbye.
No, not goodbye.

I won't leave,
I can't leave,
I never leave.

You placed me here,
planted mines in my heart
and dynamite in my skull.
If I move, speak, breathe,
I detonate.