Old Poetry and Stories Salvaged from old Myspace Page 2

Sestina

the Queen adorned in rose
petals sits aloft in her forest.
Decomposing Butterfly wings in crimson
hues adorn her shoulder blades.
she lies now mere skeleton
once ruler. A magical fairy

This radiant queen fairy
now encased in her wilted rose
no coffin for her regal skeleton
she no longer rules the forest
from wound inflicted from a blade
a rush, hot liquid crimson

once a smile painted crimson
with shimmering wings of a fairy
murdered with a treacherous blade
the traitor rose
and fled into the forest
leaving the Queen's skeleton

Rest in Pieces no one will disturb your skeleton
Subjects bestow flowers of crimson
harvested from the forest
pay respect to the Great Queen fairy
from the woodland pews they rose
all except the bearer of the treacherous blade

She hides the scarlet stained blade
as the subjects abandon the skeleton
the traitor grasps a rose
she wears rich royal robes of crimson
and peers at her mothers skeleton
known ruler of the forest

this Traitor now rules the forest
power gained through evil use of blade
she the power greedy princess fairy
stabs her mother's skeleton
her heinous smiled painted crimson
a wicked cackle through the treetops rose

Subjects bestow her with a royal rose that flourishes in the forest
the wielder of the crimson tainted blades
murdered the skeleton of the Great Queen fairy

Locked in your Locket

You've got my heart
       pierced with a chain that hangs around your neck
              But why does a new locket rest upon your chest          

                  Are you trying to make me jealous?
                       or are you sadistically malicious?

Did you really think replacing me would go unnoticed?

I'm stricken with erotimania
                that's what my psychiatrist says
I'll forgive your restraining order
                if you'll stop playing hard to get

I won't be thrown asunder
                 my devotion isn't fake
                                          I'm doing US a favor
               you'll see… she's a mistake

No matter what the cops say
                     I swear it's self-defense,
I'll be your future, past,
                       and Of Course
                                   your present-tense

Exposing the Negative

The girl with the negative outlook
peers into her splintered twin
as scarlet droplets develop into crimson pools
translucent glass sliced her knuckles
 exposing bone
she cradles it in her lap
as she focuses on
her face

now cracked and disfigured
finally mirroring
herself disgust

Utter Morbidity

I will take you to that place where nothing has a face
just gaping lonely holes
I'm the angel of your nightmare
and the demon of your dreams
I'm the one that basks within the terror of your screams
I'll glide like the raven that pecks out your eyes
And I will be by your side to watch your demise
I never wanted to torture you
just wanted to watch you squirm
This is just complete nonsence
There is nothing for you to learn

My Knight

            The classic fairytale romance is far from my fairytale love. My knight wears shoulder and butt pads instead of armor and wields a light saber instead of a sword. Four years ago when I met him, he was far from heroic in his grimy ankle socks, knee long black shorts, and what was a white t-shirt, before he began slurping up a blue sucker. He then dripped the electric liquid down the edges of his mouth, which made him look like he had slaughtered an entire village of Smurfs and feasted upon the carnage. His tousled charcoal curls seemed frozen in an afro ball on top of his head. Even though he's not gangsta, his friends and I agree that he is the blackest white boy ever. I could seriously braid his hair if he'd let me. He was so shy that he wouldn't even talk to me, and just kept playing the Yu-gi-oh trading card game with the little Mexican kids that live behind me a.k.a the munchkins. When we started hanging out later that year, I realized that he was even more of a dork than I had imagined. He not only was a total Star Wars freakazoid, but he also played baritone saxophone in his school band. I really thought that I had found the perfect dork.
          That may seem weird but at the time I had decided that I would only date a dork since I didn't want the whole pretty boy syndrome. Well I got more than I asked for. He was clumsy and since he was terrified of making a wrong move in our relationship, he robotically waited for me to order him around. We would talk about absolutely nothing for two, three hours and I was the center of his world, so we would hang out the minute he got home from school. He had self-esteem issues because he thought that he was ugly and he was afraid that I would leave him for a hotter guy. Several dramatic yet pathetic suicide attempts followed. One time he jumped off a twenty foot overpass, which did nothing but sprain his ankles, and then he hung himself from a branch on my tree in the front yard, which would have been tragic if he had not been about a foot taller than the branch he was using. Mr. Drama Queen was unhappy even though he had me. He wanted to be more popular and he wanted to be better for me, even though I reassured him on a daily basis that I loved the way he was and that I wanted him to stay like that. Despite my opposing belief he did the worst thing in my mind that he could possibly do aside from cheating on me. He became a football player. Suddenly my life was high jacked by my worst nightmare of buzzy things, touchdowns, and bleacher butt. My wonderful little dork started working out and caring about his spiral. I had so many Marsha Brady moments that I was forced to catch and then throw the ball back, I've actually gotten pretty good. As he got buffer and way more handsome, I got worried. I was so afraid that he was going to dump me for a bobble headed bleach blonde cheerleader, that I became super paranoid. I started sabotaging the best thing in my life. I would break up with him in twenty minute increments. Thank god that he dealt with it and stayed with me. Now I'm his personal cheerleader from the stands. I have come to love his football games. Well I don't love them, that's pushing it, more like bordering on bearable. Anyway he is a lot stronger and is really hot in his tight little spandex pants which makes the whole experience a lot more worth it.

Persuit of Beauty Originally posted in 2008

            Many may not know that I have had self image issues for most of my life, they may also not know that I had head gear and braces for three years trying to correct the horendous self esteem smasher called my smile. This was all three years ago but I was so scared that I would never be loved since I was so much younger, it affected what I thought of myself immensely.
            I was hopeful that I would be able to correct my underbite with the humiliating head gear that I wore through summer that not only caused mass amounts of pain to my teeth, but also the large hooks that were installed to attach the head gear, which resembles some kind of torture device from Saw, bore two large bloody holes in my upperlip that are still there today even though they are faded.
           Well all the time that I spent with that stupid head gear did not achieve my desires, so I will be having jaw surgery.....which means that I will have my jaw broken and a piece of it will be removed, so that it can be reset.
            I will be on a liquid diet for six weeks while my mouth is wired shut, Hannibal Lector would be proud, with the job they will do.
           Am I going too far?  Am I wasting my time?  Should I just live like this, the piranhawoman?
all I see in the mirror is my Jay Leno Chin, but I've been told no one sees it, but I see it so I guess that's all that matters right?    

 

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Once again I am finding myself in the comprimising position of letting the EVIL Time Eaters, Munch away at my paper deadline.  I have not yet grasped the thought of finishing things early like a responsible human being. Instead I lollygag then start to freak out when I finally realize there is no "Tomorrow", no "later." Finally I see that what was Later is Now!!
What is left? When all the "Later"s have expired and the DEADLINES become Reality, not abstract future dates.

It's Over.............................................................................. This is Over................................................................................. I'm Over....................................................................................
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