Ashes

Burn behind my wrath.
Never cross my path,
For when I come near,
All that lives will sear.

I never was the gentle kind;
Dancing in ferocious winds.
Not a sympathetic mind;
Never blamed for my sins.

Maybe had I been punished-
Banished with thick foam,
I could've been extinguished;
Not so free to roam.

But winds persisted,
And oxygen fed my blaze.
Now the world is blistered
With my smokey haze.

The crimes of humans inflamed
With hues of orange and blue.
Though they may be hidden,
The memories remain askew.

The dangers of a hidden past,
Ashes can't hide all.
The memories sneak up fast,
And in ashes you shall fall.

Simply Showers

I once treasured the rain,
Fell apart in its existence;
Valued its presence and showered in it's forgiveness.

Once it instilled solace to a painful thought,
Streaming from the highest highs,
But originating from the lowest lows.

I once valued how it's warmth felt against cold, shivering skin;
Rejoiced in relief for the skies had been holding it in for so long.

Completely refreshed and letting go,
I once escaped to the rain;
Bathing in its hidden splendors.

These days a different rain has fallen,
Foreign to the growing eye.
The first rain to clamor
Over the newest birth of a cocoon.

A rain lacking calamity;
What I've got is wet.

No Flash Photography, Please.

The way they look at me you'd guess I was deformed
Or something.
Maybe just ashamed;
We know that one's true.
And how about that hair?
Or the way she gasps for air?
I wonder why she's purple.
Her blood runs to flee the circle.

Three months later and she's home
For better or worse
The outsiders never know

Don't look!
No sense in remembering.

Flashes! Flashes!
We all fall
Down.

Grounded in Paradise

I lived my life out of my body.
I sat on my perch and watched helplessly as what was earthly deteriorated in his grasp.
I was only a spirit,
The body was only there to keep me grounded;
Tethered to the earth
While I longed only to soar,
Free from the mess that body had made.

The body made memories;
It shared them with me.
I hid them away for when I was stronger,
But the walls begin to break.
I see the hands,
I hear the voice.
I know you
I know him.

He, the antagonist of the body.
The one who led the body astray.
Scars and bruises not shown on it,
But displayed on me;
Colorful and filled with nothing but pain.
Twisting and grinding my spirit,
My brain.

And as I lie awake at night,
Trapped again in this hell,
Grounded by this body
Now with scars of its own,
I hear your voice as clearly as daylight,
I no longer open my eyes.
I feel your hand in my dream,
And I lie awake at night.

Those memories
Long repressed
Will keep my eyes closed,
My body grounded,
And my scars fresh,
For one moment of your sick twisted paradise.

Fourth Story Windowsill

A hundred days in May
And you flew a hundred miles
Just to get away.

Maybe there are miles between
But we both know where we've been.
Peel back the screen,
Open the window.
Let air revive our hollow lungs.

Soothe passion's fever in the wind,
Let life caress our sweaty skin.

Scream at the skies,
As they dim
In our eyes

Stare far and wide;
See the world begin.

Breathing youth,
I feel like a kid.

Forever and a day-
Let the games begin.

Black Road Map

Black road map
Tells the reader where he went,
Who he kissed,
Who he lied to,
What he never really meant.

Black road map,
Stretching uneven over hills and crevices.
To the left you'd see a smile,
Now it's paved.

Amazing how the most beautiful things,
Go unnoticed until they're gone.

Moonlight fades
Heed way to a soggy dawn.

Allow the black road map to turn red,
Leaving scars and potholes.

Caution,
The bridge is out ahead.
The road map takes you
To an untimely death.

Enchanted

Spinning gracefully,
Sparkling magically,
Watching scornfully
Because she's not me.

Fly away,
A sea of white chiffon.
Teeth glimmering with clouded judgement,
Skies clouded with tears.

Fly away like all the others,
As if it hasn't been done before.
Here we go again.