Plea

In sleep I beseech my kin
Guide me
You are my compass
Aboard this craft
Hold me
You are my comfort
Within this trial
Lead me
Onto sweeter plains
Heavy with hope
In sleep I find my succour
I exhume my nerve
I recover patience
And rise again
Dauntless, to sail on

Benevolence

Little bird trapped in tar
Sinks slowly
Wings buckling
Little lungs full of songs
Torn apart
Heart failing
Will benevolence reach her now?
Light burns her dying eyes
Too late, too late
Comes the cry
Little voice left to wait
Tune fading
Mind crumbling
Little bird caged in death
Feathers falling
Colours pitching
Will benevolence resurrect her?
Little bird deserts the sky
Too late, too late
Comes the cry

Destruction

Awake long before the first hint of dawn, she dreams loudly and brightly, drowning messy thoughts in a witch's brew of memory, hope, and words. Always words, spilling eagerly from her like so many lost laughs, fleeting glimpses of joy peeking awkwardly through the mist of pain. Always pain, pulsing recklessly through her, craving her destruction. Awake long after the last whisper of dusk, she scribes silently and swiftly, quelling urges for oblivion with each stanza, unruffled. She endures.

Melancholia

Melancholia, with its poison pen
Ambushes my idle mind
Pulling me into focus
On my faults, many and extreme

Melancholia, with its dead weight
Crushes my enervated body
Pushing me into retreat
From my form, monstrous and alien

Melancholia, with its wrenching howl
Floods my keen ears
Pressing me into silence
My own voice, grating and repugnant

Release

Unravelled by you
I am weightless
Soaring beyond sickness
You dazzle me
Not with your disheveled beauty
Not with false charm or empty promises
But with your warmth
And small kindnesses
And your caresses
Your molasses and pepper of a voice
That undoes me with two words

Untangled by you
I am tranquil
Flying beyond fear
You astonish me
Not with your devastating eyes
Not with flimsy charisma or grand gestures
But with your clemency
And sudden kisses 
And your passions
Your nectar and spice of a smile
That floors me with one glance

Uncaged by you
I am dauntless
Gliding beyond guilt
You enthrall me
Not with your rugged allure
Not with flashy toys or phony machismo
But with your tenderness
And morning chuckles
And your whispers
Your silk and steel of a hand
That captures me with no resistance

Lipstick

A suitcase from another time
My grandmother's youth
Still scented with her
Essence of jasmine
Burgundy lipstick
And almond oil
Now holds the essence of me
Red lipstick
Lapis lazuli
And leather
It is the keeper of secrets
And the key to my heart

Running

I do not run away. I run straight through. Through the tears and the memories and the triggers and the flashbacks and the night terrors and the endless pain. I run with my head held high and my eyes wide open. I run alone with music coursing through every cell of my being, and I never, ever look back.

Spring

Charcoal trunks
Adorned with green
Leaves revived
By sunlight and
Songs of rainfall

Birds rejoice
On the wing
Free at last
Singing softly
To skies renewed

September Wish

A vista grand with starlight
Peeks through the curtains
Calling to us, the creatures nocturnal
Now is the casting time
Fear and regret consumed by flame
Hope and love live again
Under midnight's velvet veil
Breathe once more, mighty vagabonds

Submission

At your side
A weapon of woman
Collared and leashed
Laughs quietly

At your feet
At leopard of a lady
Pale and naked
Waits gracefully

At your service
A gift of a girl
Bound and gagged
Moans impatiently

At your command
A doll of a dame
Corseted and calm
Cries willfully