On the Inside

A white Victorian dollhouse

Sits on the playroom floor

Untouched.


The children run around outside

Playing games they’d get in trouble for playing

If only they weren’t

Unsupervised.


Inside the dollhouse

The parents are cold and

Unwelcoming.


They have grown out of love

From constant fighting

Lying

Cheating, and being

Untrustworthy.


After many years

The dollhouse is falling apart.

The roof is collapsing

The support beams are cracking

Termites have destroyed the foundation.

And all the while,

The kids are playing outside

Unaware.

In Memoriam

High notes ring softly

In a repetitive rhythm

Encouraging the bass to bellow.


Together they play

In perfect harmony

In perfect cacophony

A welcoming sound

I’ve known for years.


The dependent treble falters…

Then frenzies until it unexpectedly ceases-

An angelic absence

Leaving the bass notes to calmly tremble,

A deep

Resounding

Heartbeat.


A familiar song

I’ll never forget.


For my Grandmother,

You’ll always be in our hearts

5/1/15

Non-Conformist

Peacock blue hair

In a stripe down her scalp

To match the puncture wounds

On her face and ears

Adorned with diamond studs.


There are no shackles on her

Ink-stained wrists

Only the permanent artistic expression

Of her choosing.


All of which

Create the prison

She doesn’t know she’s in.

The Danger of Falling in Love

Fingers laced

Hearts paced

About to kiss, my mind slips

My heart skips

As the truth nears

And all my fears disappear

When you pull me back

To the reality I lack

As your thumb traces my chin

I can’t help but grin as you pull me in

I admit defeat and our lips meet.

The magical sensation

Of instant gratification.

I must have hit my head falling for you

In this world that is brand new.

Silence

Silence screams static into my ears

Every minimal sound

Is a bomb interrupting monotony.

Yearning for interactions with others

Even if they are not my own.

 

The dull glow of the silent television offers no comfort

The thumping music diminishes-

Not welcome at this time.

Visitors are welcome

But none come or go.

 

Right now, the only comfort

Comes from my own sanity.

But how much silence can I take?

How much silence can this room hold

Before it breaks?