Amber is the Color of Her Energy

I’m stumbling across a path of green

I’m becoming entranced

 light is glistening from the hidden sky

that is seen through the cracks between

the many branches

of the Sycamore tree

slowly I start skipping barefooted

my hair is slowly becoming unraveled

from the tight bun Nana has roped

my loose golden curls in

a man is whistling in the distance

I’m becoming attracted to his melody

I must find his cry

the one that is drawing me closer

to his hidden presence

I soon discover a wooden bench

it is empty of human warmth

it looks lonely

eagerly waiting for someone

to make use of its adamant self

I decide to sit down

and wallow in my frustration

beautiful stranger

where art though?

”fair maiden”

behold a centaur takes the form

of the penetrating voice

that I so longed to hear

since the moment the reverberation

entered my empty ears

                                                                   I become intrigued

the creature cannot comprehend

how such a tragic reality

is only seen as fantasy in my eyes

Even when you are

6 feet down under

I will find you there

staring at my skeletal frame

and into my hallow sockets

You will ask me

”why did it take you this long?”

I will ask you

”Is this really where we belong?”

up in heaven will be our place

where you and I will embrace

our immortality and new race

and all the questions we will have to face

and there we will be

rejoicing with our ancestry

realizing that our bodies are like new

and all I will want to do

is just gaze at you

Once upon a time

A curse struck Aurora

only eternal beauty was in her favor

lips that mirrored the red rose

and eyes that were as striking as the lightning

that was to soon follow

the pending storm

she was an anonymous royal

living as a peasant in the village

of admirers

who envied her grace

and nativity

she longed for the prince

of her dreams

where he would sweep her into a waltz

and proceed to dance until dawn

and that was when she awoke

it was the year that the curse

was to be taken into effect

she pricked herself

causing blood as crimson as her lips

to flow from her delicate fingertip

her face now robbed of color

only to be placed with expressions

of innocence

bliss and ignorance

for she fell into a deep slumber

her soul became trapped in a dark world

where a deal with the devil was made

to awake with a minimal kiss

that was to reverse the curse

she is now in a catatonic state

prince charming is by her side

to read her cryptic mind

though she is still beautiful

she is hollow

this was her unhappily ever after

Stranded in chaos

the ship of the air

crashed

the morbid ambiance surrounds Fox

blue glaciers are her scenery

frozen in temperature and in time

she is trapped in the middle of sunken ice

as a heroine it is her duty to combat

all the surrounding evil in Crass

her hands strong

her violet lips pursed together

she looks at the demons’

eyes of malice

she doesn’t comprehend all of this

she looks down in dismay

her wrists are tattooed with bravery

she has come to find meaning

complacency is out of the question

in this vulgar world

where love is absent

and only beasts are prevalent

she pulls out her enormous sword

from the now empty sheath

slicing evil and misery

one by one

she feels fearless

relieved

and vindicated

once and for all

Ecstasy

the rush from the bristles gliding

across her naked face

she longs to be beautiful

her scarred heart skips a beat

she realizes she has missed a patch

her bottle

empty of stain

her lips ache to be flamboyant

her eyes speak to her with words of

inadequacy

she stares down at the sink

gazes at that black small hole

her mind tells her that is where she is headed

heaven she is most certainly not fit for

with a face like hers

she will surely drown in the depths of hell

she looks back up at the condescending mirror

focuses on her empty eyes

she realizes ”what” she is

an accessible body

sold for green paper

that will buy her

next week’s powder….

the white kind.

I got emotionally attached to this mystery girl that i spend time creating..poetry prompt was to describe someone you see working at their jobs or w/e…initially i was going to observe a makeup artist in my mind but my subconscious got the better of me (as always) and decided after seeing last nights events it needed to come out somehow..sad when people only have a body to work with and literally live off of it…hope this wasnt too disturbing..

Words

echoing in my thoughts

for they weren’t uttered

only written

tattooed on my bleeding heart

red liquid emanates from my veins

I’m drifting in and out of reality

trying to escape

the world I created for myself

a fantasy life

that can never exist in my love’s heart

an ounce of feelings

an ounce of hope

lost in short breaths

the hushed sound

of my life

escaping from my soul

I’m fading into this nightmare

a challenge I was

that is all

an easy conquest

sensitivity is my curse

love is my downfall

in and out

dark and dim

flickering is the light

God knows when I will shine again

My heart

so passionate

now left bare

of wanting

and desire

I no longer care

running into the stream

of lost hope and pain

my energy fading

I must not go insane

my words deep in my throat

can only come out

if pens ever spoke

sigh, I guess I’ll choke

well then I can only dream

of a life of simplicity

where hormones and attraction

are not such toxicity

I would like to be a valuable queen

not a limited pawn

moving inch by inch

across the board of life

black for the tears

white for the many

years and years to come

my knight will be in the back row

awaiting my graceful trots

checkmate is my dream

checkmate is my future

to knock down the king

is only to supply the suture

As I look around in dismay

at things that are

and what once were

I realize

I have not changed

but it is “they”

that have

to be ridden

is to be me

to be free

of this philosophy

called “living”

smooth sailing

is my future

far from the rocky abyss

that I have tip toed on

for years on end

hands turned to claws

smile turned to frown

I am me now

I hope I don’t drown

away from the abyss

to my dearest father,

scraps of your drawings

haunt me tonight

the garb of a heroine

from a world of the future

Am I her?

I think I found my calling

on this Earth

I’m ready

let the drums beat

to the sound of my fierce steps

strutting through the tedious streets

with eyes of envy left in the dust

the unfortunate are leading the fortunate

the minority is now the superiority

let them pierce my body

until no flesh can be seen

for I will bleed for you

always

-my father came home from work one day and showed me a drawing he sketched of star war’s princess padma’s wardrobe. this stuck with me. the poem is deeper than it appears…basically be true to your identity…