A Widow

fate of dawn
rock the man 
move the pawn
the grim of the reaper binds
his habits contaminate mens'minds
a puff of smoke
from lip to lung
 as sorrow seeps soundlessly until spilling
she a widow shattered by leaky shadow
no earthly being to understand nor begin to know
the heart freezes  stomach packed with snow
to watch a husband go six feet dirt low
tears unable to contain
man-less mistress facing crippling pain 
raining from face to floor
cheeks inflated like a marooned lifeboat 
paddling and screaming but she cannot reach shore
she is key-less to a locked door
every tear a broken note
unprepared and overwhelmed 
eyes laced with death
knees hugging floor
hands catching tears
waiting listening to the nothingness she hears 
memories are heavy breaking her neck
rippling pillows consume her living horror 
the crumbling of their loves bricks and mortar 
a sleepless awakening
a shout-less house
a silent fever
a widow 

Beautiful Nothing

I am beautiful nothing
I am the tears you cannot stop
Blood unbound by bandages
Beautiful in a nothing jar
with a nothing face
I am beautiful nothing

Holding Misery's Key

Inked in a soft mint skin

Another note tumbles effortlessly down orchard red cheeks

Burning ocean blue eyes to a blood shocked red

A mortal pitch extinguishes a forgotten sunrise

Silence 

Sinking deeper, falling further, screaming louder

A body refusing to take orders from a corrupt command

Holding steady till the beginning of malfunction 

Knees bent and knocking 

Holding misery's key 

Striking Stallion

        His love my salvation          

   He claimed his dire proclamation                                     

               A stealthy thief                        

    Shimmying down his chimney heart              

            Inflicting my spiraling grief      

     Tearing, ripping down our loves art     

                  Striking dart           

                   Stinging a tender core                    

                                  Wounded I roar     

                       The winds change    

                    It begins to rain     

              Who decided to put me in so much pain    

                      I watch you walk the plank to the door         

                      My mind starts to drift           

                                Drifting, floating far from you       

                          Asking why and wondering who     

                                   Justice shaken                        

                    Reality drearily awaken             

                             My modest face                  

                    Has been replaced                   

                         But my heart continues to beat       

                                          Unable to take much more defeat      

                                                 Like a storm stricken ship         

                                     Holding fast to keep its grip       

                                           I still wake to the smell of deceit and lies 

                                                          But I refuse to listen             

                                        I wont let this agony glisten 

   

from

for lack of love

lust thy lost

from frown thy in

show a grin

Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl and all she wanted to do was fall in love. 

When the girl became a woman she found love.

But it did not last and when it ended she fell to pieces.

As the years passed she regained strength and was able to put pieces of herself back together.

There was only one problem.


There were pieces of her which had become lost.