Saccharine

How dare you come into my life

And take the pain away?

Heartache was all I had to write

My poems are now cliché.

How dare you always make me smile?

I much prefer to brood.

To laugh so much is not my style

You’ve changed my attitude.

How dare you help me sleep at night?

Insomnia’s no more.

My edgy art has lost its bite,

My friends think I’m a bore.

How dare you teach me not to care

What other people say?

Now I’ve become half of one pair

And everything has changed.

Sonnet 55

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;

But you shall shine more bright in these contents

Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.

When wasteful war shall statues overturn,

Nor Mars his sword, not war's quick fire shall burn

The living record of your memory.

'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity

Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room

Even in the eyes of all posterity

That wear this world out to the ending doom.

   So, till the judgment that yourself arise,

   You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

Bungalow

High above the town below me

Outside our tiny bungalow

Watching those who came before we

Stumbling drunkenly they go

Freeze our minds to see the moment

Of feeling wind against our feet

I’ll place that moment in my thoughts

To use when I’m old and wrinkly

I’ll never forget how you looked

When you came falling through that door

Our laughter filling every nook

And reaching down into the floor

We’ll keep our piece of heaven safe

Locked inside the depths of our chest

Good thing we’ve got a year to make

Our exit by way of arrest.

Second Love

My love is in a foreign land
I'm too shy to walk down his street.
Until the moment we first glanced,
I'd never dreamt a dream so sweet.

Between me and my love's a sea -
as crowds of people watch and stare
they wonder if he'll swim to me,
but he does not know that I'm there.

My love and I are worlds apart,
I hear him in the other room.
Maybe one day our paths will cross,
I only hope it happens soon.

Zelda

Dreams of grandeur keep me from sleep

I long for the day when I can awake

Descending down towards the cliff of defeat

Taking my hope with me on the way.

Watching you watch my aberrant face

Silently you pity my need for a smile

But there is a secret you’d kill to erase:

I’m the most extraordinary girl you’ve met in a while.

I haven’t spoken a word since our encounter

My nerves are getting the best of my countenance

Back to the practice of self-medication

My chemical bravery is at it again.

Equivocation

Swear to me your love is true

(Be sure to break your promise)

I'll my pledge my heart and soul to you

(I was never one to be honest)

Each dawn we'll embrace with heartfelt lies

As minute-by-minute our love will decrease

If tomorrow you come again to try

I swear that I will call the police

I don't care for love, so please keep a distance

If you have two eyes and are Man

But if you continue this stubborn insistence

I'll run away as fast as I can.

Valentine's Day Poem

My fingers are warm from touching your face
My toes still are tingling for more
Pleasure beings to come into my waist
But ends with brains splattered on floors

I'm told this is love and that it is great
Cold shoulders will make me unruly
If love's all I get this Valentine's day
Would you be so kind as to shoot me?

Seasons

Leave me with my bones to lie,

Take back your silly gifts.

I’ll learn to be again in time,

So please depart with thrift.

When summer came, you crept into my eyes

But now that it’s winter, you’ll go with a sigh.

By March I expect you’ll come knocking again

And I'll gladly shout, “Please, do come in!”

Who are you to comfort and ease me?

Your words are a sock in the eye.

If all you want is to hold me dearly,

Why is it since June I’ve cried?

"A Garden"

There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o’er me, and a tremor seems to start:
For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes—the garden is my heart!


- H.P. Lovecraft