cutting

it hit me recently
the pages ripped from my calendar
something torn from me
like someone took a scissor
deep inside my heart to cut a major artery
i cant bleed out fast enough
thats when it stops hurting, right
::or so i have been told::
repeatedly by the confidantes
they seem to know whats best for me
::or so i have been told::
it hit me recently
still surprises me
that the clock just keeps on going round
some tick tocking sounds like mocking
sounds like stalking
thought it would have stopped by now
its best to put my hands over my eyes
put fingers in my ears
::or so i've been told::
but i can still feel the presence
of a phantom limb
of a phantom hand
just forget whats eating me
until there is nothing left of it
but tear stains
and heart sprains
thats what the onlookers know to be true
::or so i've been told::

The Boy Prince with the keyhole chest and the girl with the skeleton key vol. III

dear readers we know
these two must cross paths
inevitability locked its cross hairs
on their heartstrings
shooting arrows with cupids crossbow
dialed up a variety of near misses
brief sightings
quick glances
walking up stairs while another walks down
sitting at the same tables
in the same restaurants
just hours apart
avoiding new loves flying dart
his nose buried in books
her eyes peeled down at the ground
shrugging excuse me's
while travelling upon asphalt pathways
ignoring all the passerbys
jingling keys walking by
creaking rusted heart cage sighs
The Boy Prince with the keyhole chest
felt a rumbling in the universe
felt a whisper on the wind
he did a most impossible thing
he closed his book,
stopped
sat upon the green grass
acknowledging it made his skin itch
and finally looked up.

no ideas

there is a part of me that wont give
perhaps unanswered motivations are clawing up my skeleton and into that little twitching spot in my mind
surrounding me are the same broken hearts that have always been
i wonder if i find solace in shared hurt feelings
maybe if i take an advil twice a day, every day,
that little tap tap tap will go away
stop knocking on my windows with scratch branches beckoning me to come out and play awhile in oncoming traffic
there is a part of me that locked up tight
threw away the key and swallowed the combination
burned the roadmap and sat watching and waiting for the vultures to circle.
sitting cross legged under a hot sun

neverending work daydreams

i'd like to get away a while
climb barefoot on volcanic cliffs
where lagoons meet lava flows
where mermaids mix cocktails
singing siren songs
along beachfront passages
i'd like to get away a while
watch flowers growing tropical
where quiet is uninterrupted
where i can nap in sunshine
lazy sand castles
and tree house adventures
i'd like to get away a while
without a word to anyone
where clouds fingerprint sunsets
where footprints wash away

dreaming

she went to sleep and dreamed of beautiful things
tiptoed up staircases of poetic words
and down the smooth slides of the silver tongued
she danced barefoot atop damp grass
but did not notice the cold
she rode on ships of with swarthy pirates
to deserted islands where coconuts dropped from skyscrapers
she smiled like cheshire cats
sipped wine from the the petals of lavender roses
she dreamt of standing under very tall trees
and finding comfort in the shade
she pretended she was magical for this single moment
allowed herself to remain in this enchanted place
just long enough to believe in it
she held her eyes tight so not to wake up

The Boy Prince with the keyhole chest and the girl with the skeleton key vol. II

With storybook eyes She
Enters the scene
Quick with the breeze
Whistling softly
Upon the grass she would lay
Violetta was strange
in only one way
when she could do just what she pleased
she spent all day
Collecting lost keys
upon her waist there was a ring
Where all the keys were dangling
Silver, iron, bronze and gold
Different styles, new and old
Violetta kept collecting
Making her seem quite perplexing
The neighbors watched and ridiculed
They thought she should be in school
They wondered why she needed keys
rather than dolls, books, or girly things
she didn’t care
She blocked them out
kept adding keys
she had no doubts
that she would need these keys indeed
to unlock a most stubborn lock

The boy prince with the keyhole chest, and the girl with the skeleton key vol. I

the boy prince with the keyhole chest sat alone
upon a pile of comics he used as a throne
reading them all one page at a time
he lived in his own world of heroes and crime
for hours a day he scratched at his lock
his nails all worn down
he left bloody fingerprints upon his crown
his heart had been closed and locked tight away
no matter how hard he tried
cant make happiness stay
he tried prying it open one day with a stick
leaving scratches and scrapes on the metal around it
he tried bashing it open one day with a rock
leaving large dents behind he continued to pound
his only choice now was give up, settle down
he sat back on his throne and he tilted his crown
he never would feel that thump thumping of love
he never would feel the soft fluttering of doves
within his hollow chest
like the tin man once was
with a heart locked away
the boy prince and his cage
a prison unto himself
who could not find a smile despite all his wealth
he crossed his arms then and he started to frown
he cried only once
a single tear fell
that keyhole chest rusted
as it splashed to to the ground