When you see her, you marvel. You see the purity of her, the honesty. And you think it is not lies that make her beautiful. It is clarity.
But what you don't see are the whiffs of smoke surrounding her, nor the mirrors set at deliberate angles. What you see is a reflection of a reflection of a reflection, and on and on. What you see is distorted by the smoke she breathes, little fires distracting you from her little motions. Can you see with eyes unclouded? Can you find the original in her land of copies? Can you find her deliberate and unintentional distortions and cast them aside to reveal her, whole and flawed? No, the answer expected and received. The girl behind the magic is just another girl. And you don't want to know the truth: that there is no magic, just smoke and mirrors.

Your Smile When You Tore Me Apart

Sparkling angel, harmless child,
And the "experiment" gone wild.
More than blinded by faith,
So I couldn't hear
All of the warnings,
The signs were so clear.
All of the angels
Led right to your door
There's no escape now,
No mercy no more.
No remorse 'cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart.
Fallen angel, I couldn't see
Your dark intentions, your feelings for me.
This world may have failed you,
it doesn't give you reason why.
You could have chosen a different path in life
But...
The smile when you tore me apart.
You took my heart,
Deceived me right from the start.
You broke the promise, and made me realize
It was all just a lie.
Because of
Your smile when you tore me apart.

They whisper in my ear or slide up my skin. Slink through my brain or flash in my eyes. Linger on my tongue or waft to my nose. I can hear them and feel them, think them, see them, taste them, smell them. Sometimes they desert me completely, leaving my heart barren, my soul broken, and me reaching out, desperately trying to sieze them. Sometimes they cover me, intruding upon every crevice, taking my attention away from all else.
It can be very intimate, the relationship a writer has with her words...

Gale

"Hush, little one," comes the whisper. It's the whisper of the wind through my hair, the gentle breeze playing with my skin, trying to wipe away the tear. "It is only a tear," says the air as it canters slowly past.
Blow harder, wind. It'll take more than your soft carress to to dry up the ocean at my feet.

The Kiss Meant Goodbye

Bodies moving insatiably against each other,
writhing in the heat of lust.
Arms entwined, tangled in each other,
struggling in the warmth of passion.
My eyes are closed.
His are wide open, staring.
A withdrawl...
From the fire of the morning
to the winter of the night
so quickly!
I saw the look in his eyes.
This kiss meant goodbye.

Everyone says when you hit the bottom, you have nowhere to go but up. That's true. But no one ever said you'd go anywhere. You'd be surprised how long you can stay at rock bottom.

Deep inside
(Where nobody goes)
A small
(Homicidal)
Voice
Says "Kill Him"
The offense is a minor one
I think.
"Kill Him"
~The blade was quick
But I think he suffered. ~

my attempt at a haiku
Poetry motion
Words marching across the page
I march with them, too.

"Jump" they cry.
And I do.
But we all know
my parachute
is
broken.
So why do I jump?
Because it's
the last thing
anyone would
expect.
Including myself.

Don't Try
Don't try to lie to me,
When I need truth.
Don't try to hold on to me,
When I need room.
Don't try to smile at me,
When I'm depressed.
Don't try to love me,
When I'm a mess.
Don't try to show reality,
When I'm entrenched in fantasy.
Don't try to keep me,
When I'm letting you go.
Don't try for me,
Just give up.

Chocolate
I am
rich full strong
like chocolate
your favourite flavour
You could
you have
spend
spent
hours
tasting me
devouring me
swallowing my very essence
my every crease
every swirl of my fudge
every ripple of my variety
dark milk caramel white
bittersweet
sometimes sour
Only I could fulfill you
satisfy your sweet tooth
satiate your irresistable cravings
your unquenchable desires
Only I, only me ever

Aren't you hungry?