Graveyard of Lost Dreams

Graveyard of Lost Dreams

Words hang tattered and torn,
Little sentences snagged on thorns.
Little gaps in the briar patch,
Footholds wiped away.
Broken hearts like shattered glass
Litter the mossy ground.
Graveyard of lost dreams,
Tombstones proclaiming
Love and hope and fear.
Vultures hang low in the sky
Like gashes in black velvet,
Awaiting a fresh kill.
But there is no fresh kill here,
Where everything is buried 6 feet under.
The moon sheds light on the empty graves,
As the clank and clang of the shovel mounts.
The wind seems to cry, Look, an intruder!
Disturbing our solitary peace!
And yet the shovel bites lower,
The dirt piles higher and higher
To obscure the lone figure upturning it.
A sound lingers in the air,
A faint whistle as the girl reaches down into the ground
To remove her dream.
She holds it up to the moonlight and it twists and turns,
And slips from her hands to run away.

Chained and Unfocused

Chained and Unfocused

Your smile’s sad and ephemeral .
I try to catch it while I still can
But it slips through my fingers so quickly,
Like sand grains, spilling everywhere.
In the blink of an eye I’ve lost you.
Trying to discover you once again
Is like looking for a teardrop in the ocean.
You’re like a silken luxurious lie,
Invading my mind
And turning my own thoughts against me.
There’s the faint sound of my own heartbeat,
It startles me with its suddenness.
I’m so unfocused on everything but you.
Would you just unchain me and let me go??

Red Roses and Funerals

Red Roses and Funerals

Dug you a grave beside me,
Open coffin velvet lined all waiting
For the impression left by your body.
Red roses at your funeral,
It’s so improper but they mean
“I’ll always love you”.

Chorus
And when you’re dead and gone
I’ll pick my head up and move on,
But I will never wish to forget you.
And when the rain has stole my tears
And nothing’s left here but my darkest nightmares,
I will bleed for you.

Crack the bones they snap and tear,
Open wounds leaving stains on
Basement stairs where you’re waiting.
Golden locket round my neck,
Damaged hearts and secrets within
When I jump off the edge searching for you.

Repeat Chorus

Grind your teeth and close your eyes
I’m giving you my last goodbye.
Tomorrow you’ll be 6 feet underground.
So enjoy it while it lasts,
Out of control you’re certain to crash.
Red roses at your funeral,
I will bleed forever.

Love Letters from Beyond Graveyard Gates

Love Letters from Beyond Graveyard Gates

You think that I just don’t care,
It’s not that I’m not loving you
It’s just that I’m busy imagining us dying together.
As the blade leaves its mark
I write these words to let you know
You are loved. You are loved.

Chorus
My dearest, my beloved,
The blood is speckling this page
Beyond recognition I hope you can read it.
I love you with every breath I steal,
You ripped my heart out
And left it beating in your hands.
Close your eyes and feel me now,
Cuz now I’m just a ghost a trace
A hint of perfume in the air.
Wrap your arms around me,
The world goes black once more.

You wore your love like cheap cologne,
Dangled it there in my face minute by minute.
I never returned it never said it,
Locked it away behind scarred eyes.
I’d sew my mouth shut to keep my heart in,
But imagining our end gives me strength so here’s my words…

Repeat Chorus

Cloudy vision keeps my eyes
From seeing you slowly drown.
I’m just the ghost reading over your shoulder,
Watching you absorb my love.

Waiting on a Love Eternal

Waiting on a Love Eternal

Like an omen dark and foreboding,
Shadows across the sun
And shattered smiles jeering eerily.
Perfect as a nightmare
You wake up screaming,
It’s no dream.

Chorus
The color of your eyes
Black and faithless like your soul,
They burn into mine,
They burn into mine.
It’s like you’re a vampire
Feeding off my fear.
I need you here.
I need you here.

Static on the phone lines,
Darkness fading, fading fast,
Cutting our faces into expressionless masks.
So wrap my kiss around your neck
Like the noose you deserve,
It’s all going down tonight.

Repeat Chorus

Lies and stars and bruising black and blue,
Broken knives and shattered tile.
My smile has aged beyond belief.

Unhealthy Obsessions

Unhealthy Obsessions

You look like an angel,
All blood-stained and pure.
Tell me where have you been?
Dark eyes hide secrets behind,
Smile leaves mystery like loose change.

Let me help you, let me save you,
Pull the trigger here we go –

Chorus
Being all self – righteous now,
You’re down a dark alley with nowhere to go.
I brought my love, I brought my love,
Here tonight we leave this all behind us.
Rip me open my hear t is bleeding,
Only you can sew me shut.

And all things will end eventually,
To get your wings you’ve got to fight dirty.
Don’t worry about Heaven
We don’t have a chance,
But we’re stone in the face of darkness.

Repeat Chorus

Crying yourself to sleep is habit,
Waking up with bloody fingernails
Do you wonder where you’ve been?
Ask yourself why you’re so broken,
Ask yourself why you’re so broken.

Erasing the Blackboards of Our Lives

Erasing the Blackboards of Our Lives

No sharp downfall,
No trip and stumble and lose it forever.
No “endless sleep”, no eternal rest.
No crunch and snap and wide eyes
Watching yourself go.

Fade away your beauty,
Time erases all.

Chorus
Like a boulder rolling downhill
No stopping no way out.
Death comes to all,
Death comes to all.
I’m not disturbed I just write the truth,
We’re all dying slowly,
We’re wasting our lives.

And everyone’s so petty
Like your life really matters,
Like our needles don’t sew slower and slower,
As we’re running out of thread.

Fade away your beauty,
Time erases all.

Repeat Chorus

Life’s a foolish dance so learn the steps,
Grab a partner follow you down
To the fiery depths of Hell again.
Life’s a dance we never learn,
Grab a partner follow you down
We all fade we all fade,
Fade to black, we all fade away.

Blackened

Blackened

Camouflage me,
I am no good kill.
I’ve got one hand on the pin
Of the grenade I call love.
Like a black rose
I’ve wilted at your feet.
Your smile is like daggers
To my tortured soul,
My pained heart.
But smile on
For your torture’s the best kind there is.
Granted, I’ve got too much going for me,
And not enough to give.
What do I have to offer you?
I guess no one would want
Some dark and tortured poet as their girl.
But maybe you’ll see things my way,
My cold and twisted, soulless way.

Gray

Gray

Gray
Like the clouds in May,
Like rain,
Like pain.
Gray like death,
Like sad smiles
On poster board children
In Technicolor television commercials.
Gray like the faded pages
In broken notebooks,
Like tears cried in storms,
Disappearing
Before they hit the ground.

Three Nameless Poetry Snippets

Three Nameless Poetry Snippets

Are we always meant to be,
Two discordant symphonies?
Will our pathways never meet?
Am I walking down a one-way street?
Is this the point of no return?
Shall I set the fire, shall I burn?
Is there no escape, no way out?
Is there no other route?
I’m locked up in my Ivory Tower,
Will you come and save me, wildflower?




It’s like I’m irrevocably damaged,
Like I’m a tattered doll beyond repair.
Like I don’t have any feelings,
So you can hurt me and then not care.
It’s like you think I’m invisible,
You look right through my like I’m not there.
Like a piece of see-through cellophane,
I’m not a gem, I’m nothing rare.




Ignore my wishes and my lies,
Focus on my eyes.
Watch how they can seek you out,
Make you shout.
They’re watching every minute,
You can’t win it.
I’m not letting my gaze slip,
There’s no trip.
No way out now that you’re ensnared,
And I don’t care.
I’ll hunt you like a dog hunts a fox,
Corner you in the box.
Don’t try to run you can’t escape,
The night is my cape.
I’ll make you cry out in the night,
But I’ll be your light.
Watch my eyes and see my soul,
It’s beyond your control.
Are you ready for this test?
I’ll control the rest.

Broken Shadow of Me

Broken Shadow of Me

Broken shadow of me,
Cryptic broken glass shards
Littering the floor like so many lost souls.
There’s a stabbing pain behind my eyes,
Feels like I could rip them out of my skull
And not notice they were gone.
Feels like I could tear the skin from my hands
Bit my bit and watch it crumble,
That’s how dry and devoid of emotion I am.
I’m fading like the colors of a painting
Left out in the sun for too long,
Like a rose left to wilt by the highway.
I feel invisible in the worst way possible,
Like everyone knows I’m there and sees through me anyways.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust,
Like the ashes of our forefathers
Blanketing my palm and leaving a sooty trail as they slip through my fingers.
And the stars gaze at each other, silent and unfeeling,
Cold in their miserable existences,
Like two sphinxes gazing one at the other
With an unbreakable gaze full of enigmas.
Every mystery in the universe you can fathom,
Every horror you can imagine,
Is contained within me.
For I am the midpoint of the star’s gaze,
The very cortex of the sphinxes murderous glance,
The worst enigma you can pull out of the blackness of your mind.

Life is Like a Dance

Life is Like a Dance

Life is like a dance.
You memorize the steps,
Learn the rhythm,
Find a partner and dance in unison.
But what if you stumble?
What if you never find a partner?
What if you’re alone?
Do you keep on dancing,
Or give up?

Scratching Out a Lifeline

Scratching Out a Lifeline

Carve your heart out
With the knife you carry on your sleeve,
It’s not too hard to fathom
That your entire existence is a lie.
Is this Earth big enough for both of us
Or will we all just fall?
There’s no escaping eternity at all.

Chorus

Can you feel the sky is falling,
Do you hear, do you hear me calling?
Is there any way out now?
Can you feel me always behind you now,
Do you hear my footsteps echoing?
Is there any way out now?

Lock my heart away
It’s too precious a commodity,
To be left on display
At the end of your chain.
Are there any ways to change this
And make our pathways veer away?
Are we destined to always be a fork in the road?

Chorus

Can you feel the sky is falling,
Do you hear, do you hear me calling?
Is there any way out now?
Can you feel me always behind you now,
Do you hear my footsteps echoing?
Is there any way out now?

Bridge:
Tear this right open,
It’s too wrong to be kept in one piece.
Tear this right open,
We’re too wrong to be kept apart.

Chorus

Can you feel the sky is falling,
Do you hear, do you hear me calling?
Is there any way out now?
Can you feel me always behind you now,
Do you hear my footsteps echoing?
Is there any way out now?

Love is such a waste,
Love is such a waste,
Love is such a waste
Of time.
Love is such a waste,
Love is such a waste,
Love is such a waste,
Of time.

Repeat til end

The Generation Gaps

The Generation Gaps

And the poets are just wanderers
Who lost their way,
And never had anything at all.
And the children are just products
Of a generation of lies we ate up,
Reminders that life is cruel and unkind.
And the disk is scratched and worn
So that the tracks just keep on skipping,
And we never hear the words –
Of the songs they force upon us
That reverberate inside empty heads,
Devoid of emotion and filled with shallow ideals.
And the earth just keeps on spinning,
While we’re running out of time
As the sun slowly burns itself down
Just like the sheep who follow you,
Stupidly, to their death.

Nighttime in Central Park

Nighttime in Central Park

You – close your weary eyes
And let the world fly by.
Light a cigarette,
Embers burning bright
In the dish at your feet.
You dust the sand from off your shoes
Where it’s sticking in the cracks.
Pump your legs and push yourself higher,
The swing’s chains creaking
In the early evening dark.
The park is empty now,
The screams of children but an echo in the gray-green mist,
The playground a cold, clinical structure
Towering over you as you swing slowly.
The cigarette drops from your ash stained fingers,
Smoldering under your sneaker heel
As you grind it in the dust.
Mascara runs down your cheeks,
Making ghostly spider-smears
And adding to your gray pallor.
The swing squeaks as the girl jumps,
Landing feet first in a puddle of wet sloppy sand
That sucks at her feet like Amazonian quicksand.
The swing clanks slowly in the growing dark,
As the girl dusts herself off and walks home.

Magnetic Flames

Magnetic Flames

You’re so perfect huh?
Up there on your throne
High above the world, giving orders.
It’s time to overthrow your pitiful rule.
Unchain me.
You just keep drawing my back,
Every time I think I’ve escaped your clutches.
Je suis désolée.
I am sorry,
You are too magnetic, too strong
For me to pull away from.
I’m always in too far.
I swear, just one kiss
Would send me to an early grave,
But it’s a death I crave.
I need to feel you
Like the satin lining of a coffin,
Like a thorn in my side,
Burning, burning.
Touch me, I’m dying,
Burning for the feel of your arms
Yearning for your touch.
Kill me please,
Steal my breath
And leave me, gasping for air.
Just do something.
I’m waiting.
I’m burning.

Turn: A Sonnet

Turn

Turn the rose petals off the stem,
Turn around and look me in the eyes.
Turn the sunlight into shadow,
Turn the truth back into lies.

Turn my head when you walk by,
Turn my tears into rain.
Turn animosity into love,
Turn away from all the pain.

Turn to me and really see me,
Turn and find the love I have for you.
Turn song lyrics into love letters,
Turn them into words of truth.

Turn, turn, turn, and let it show,
Turn, turn, turn, I know you know.

Parallel Obsessions

Parallel Obsessions

Her –

Nervous glances interchanged.
He let’s his gaze slip away,
But I saw him watching me
Out of the corner of my eye.
I watch him,
Silent in my observance, my obsession.
He smiles but I know…
That smile’s not meant for me.

Him –
She drops her gaze away from mine.
Her shy façade comes rushing back.
In her down turned face,
I see an angel.
A brown-eyed, red-haired angel,
Beautiful in her silence.
I know she’s watching.
I smile at the thought but I know…
She’ll think the smile’s not meant for her.

Never-Ending Story

Never-Ending Story

I ripped out all the pages to my Never-ending Story.
Guess it’s not so never-ending after all, huh?
I’ve set the book aflame like the memories
I sent off long ago.
I tore the cover, I broke the binding.
I hope you enjoyed my gifts, here’s one more to add
To your collection,
The bullet I shot at your head that missed,
The axe you stole from my shed,
The baseball bat that never made it.
Add my burnt up story to your collection,
Store it with my heart that you keep locked up in a golden casket
Buried forever and ever underneath your bed,
Yours always and forever.

Who I Am

Who I Am

Who am I?
I am the bounce of the basketball,
The scratch of pencil on paper,
The melody of the voice,
The crash of feet on the DDR machine.,
I’m the laugh on the breeze,
The pink of my cheeks,
The curve of my hips,
The paint on a canvas.
I’m the actress on Broadway,
The punk rocker in the mosh pit,
The girl wearing converse on the side of the street,
The animal rights activist boycotting kfc,
Tall, curvy, redheaded, artsy, singer, bluesy,
Beauty.

Artist

Artist

There is a little girl,
I can see her from my window clearly,
A little blonde-haired girl maybe 5 or 6 years old.
Sitting in her driveway, chalk spilt around her,
A piece of pink in her hand.
She’s drawing flowers,
Little bright spots in a sea of black.
When she wipes her face with the back of her hand,
It smears pink, blue, across her cheeks.
She draws a sun in yellow,
Slowly painstakingly,
Adds a girl in green beside it.
She signs it, with the hesitation
Of someone just learning how to spell their name,
But she is so proud when she has finished it.
I go outside to watch her more closely as she draws more:
A hopscotch court,
And starts to play,
Her masterpiece forgotten for now
Until someone comes home, someone to drag over and point out the art.
And I sit on the sidewalk and watch
The artist at work,
And she gives me a smile,
An exchange, one artist to another.
She points out her masterpiece and I write words beside it:
“This is beautiful.”
She smiles and nods, and turns back to her game,
Forgetting the world that has forgotten her.
Just a little artist,
In her silent lonely world.

November

November

I am November.
My face is pink,
Wind burnt with early Winter air
That’s still fall,
Flushed.
I am jumping in piles of leaves
Brown, yellow, red, orange,
Surrounding me
Leaving all bare dirty branches
Sticking up into the gray sky.
The smell of pumpkin pie
Is sifting through my nostrils
On a breeze that ruffles my hair.
I imagine them baking in the oven,
Crisp and bronzed,
Ready to slice and devour.
I twirl like a ballerina,
My hair whipping around and around
As I eat the remains of Halloween candy,
Wrappers crumpled in my fists.
“Come inside, come inside” –
But I won’t. For I am November.
I am outside,
Rustling leaves underfoot,
Spicy scented, sleepy
November.

Bopping

Bopping

Life doesn’t have rhyme.
It doesn’t have any rhythm,
So why should I?
People don’t break into song and dance
This ain’t no Disney movie,
You can’t sing along to no soundtrack.
So don’t tell me none of this, like
“Your poems don’t mean nothing,
Cuz they don’t rhyme,
And that ain’t no poem”.
Life don’t rhyme.
Why should I?

I Am The Wind

I Am the Wind

What kind of name is Katie? It is simple, common. I am not Katie. I am creative, a whirlwind. I whistle through your ears, ruffle your hair and tease the base of your neck. You turn your collar up against me, slouch down and avoid me. Walking briskly to outpace me. But you cannot escape me. I follow you. I am not Katie. I am the wind. You cannot see me. You cannot touch me. But you can feel me. You cannot capture me, but I can ensnare you in my trap. You cannot escape me. I am not Katie. I am the wind.

Diving Off Suspension Bridges

Diving Off Suspension Bridges

Don’t break the spell I’m under,
Or try to uncloud my vision.
Tonight my mind’s made up,
My footing’s secure at the edge,
And my stance is hardly wavering.
My hand’s only shaking slightly
Where it’s bound up in the wires.
The waves are crashing below,
Slapping against the pier
And the pillars holding this whole thing aloft.
The time draws nearer,
Here we go.
Tonight I’m diving off suspension bridges,
This is number 10 on my list.
Are you ready to see my lovely form?
Do I deserve a perfect 10
Or am I off by slight angles?
Will it matter when I’m lying
At the bottom of the ocean once again?

Your Own Masterpiece

Your Own Masterpiece

You’re doomed if you do,,
Doomed if you don’t.
So why even try?
Don’t try to be perfection.
You are perfect
Just the way you are.
Everyone is their own masterpiece,
Slowly created,
Subtly shaped.
So why do you let others tell you
You’re not good enough?
What’s good for them
Isn’t always good for you,
And likewise.
This is what I tell myself
Every morning when I wake up.
I tell myself I’m perfect,
To me, for me, of me.
Me – with my sad eyes,
Broken smile, too-curvy body.
I am perfect to me.
Are you perfect to you?

Society

Society

Society is destructive.
It bends our minds to it’s will
And makes us dance like puppets on strings.
It makes a young girl starve herself
To appease others but never herself.
It makes a boy hide who he really is,
Cower behind a façade of machismo
While he shares his dreams with no one
Yet dreams on.
It makes a girl take a blade and press it to her skin,
Because the pain she causes herself is better
Than society’s pressure to fit in.
It makes a poet hide her words
Until her imagination runs dry,
It makes an actor forget his skill
For fear of being called names,
It makes a genius fail test after test
So she won’t stand apart,
It makes a singer sew shut her lips
And never spring forth in song again.
It piles pressure on our backs
Til we crave giving in.
It stops our thoughts
And blocks our hearts,
Makes us turn cold towards our fellow man.
It makes a group of girls shun another
Because of how she looks, acts, speaks.
It makes someone listen to the same shit,
Wear the same shit,
Talk the same shit,
Think the same shit,
As everyone else.
It turns us into clones.
But who wants a billion people
Just like you?