Kissing Demise

This is one of my shortest poems. I figured since Halloween is coming up in a few days I might as well be festive. It basically references a particular monster. You should be able to figure out which kind by the end ;] hehe. But it is also a metaphor for a real life situation/relationship. 

“Kissing Demise”

In looming darkness she seeks

Unknowingly pursued by shadow’s hunger

Plunged into condemned embrace when he speaks

And she’s mesmerized

As he traps her with dark eyes

A clever predator, He invokes devotion

For she’ll not catch herself

In the time before he makes the final motion

A finale of a lifetime;

An insignificance of a cursed existence

Happy Halloween!

Paying for your Past

This one is kinda dark, its hard to explain it... infer your own meaning.

“Paying for your Past”

Standing aimlessly by

While towers fall

Families cry

And victims crawl

The massacre plain to see

Still frozen in your tracks

Eyes perceiving blindly

No remorse, turn your back

Sever the ties that restrain you

Compassion weighs you down

They neglected through and through

Abandon this newly forsaken town

Let ashes stain skin

Carry the memoir

Until marks run thin

Then journey to begin again

Travel swiftly

Leaving traces as you pass

Each new place a lesson

Evolving with each tread on grass

Forget that city

They don’t deserve your pity

Destinations that mold who you are

Are more worthy by far

Try to reach the ocean

Crave a salty tongue

Let anticipation carry

A body on the run

Disappointment will kill

And hope, effaced, will cease

On the surface an oil spill

Engulfed in rancid seas

Lungs valiantly fight

Limbs flailing in the scum

Maybe this wasn’t right

Keep in sight the sun

Struggle for buoyancy

Gasp in accepted defeat

When a civilian wanders by

Looking heavily beat

This boy, he’s a stranger

No friend to you

Has his own wounds to mend

What would you have him do?

Desperate calls still cry

Rising in pitch and persistence

With the realization of a fear to die

Cursing the boy’s resistance

The reality is you’re drowning

Paying for your past

And with time you’ll be sinking

Ignorance finishes last

I never told you what to do

Do not place the blame on me

These commands were your own

You just needed your eyelids ripped open to see

My Closet

I wrote this a few years back, before I met my wonderful boyfriend Dean. It actually has nothing to do with clothes, this poem is a huge metaphor. Each garment of clothing represents a guy in my past that, for various reasons, didn't work out. I'm not sure how I wound up comparing guys to clothes haha but I ended up with a very symbolic and powerful poem. The last garment however; my red dress, wasn't supposed to be a boy. At the time I wrote this I was referring to being single and being myself, but I intended it to hopefully be the symbol of someone in the future who would treat me right. A few years later I met Dean and now whenever I read this I think of him as my red dress.

“My Closet”

Ready to launch the search, for a perfect outfit to wear on my hot date

I danced optimistically over to my closet door, and swung it open to begin my quest for fate

But before the eve of flirting and chemistry could take place

There was a menacing clothing dilemma, that tonight I would have to face

Upon surveying my wardrobe it was easy to see, it consisted of so many different styles

Some that I had yet to try on, and some that had suited me for only a short while

I grew out of my garments so quickly it seemed, or they came apart at the seams,

Or perhaps it was that they shrank in the wash and became unable to fit me

Pondering my numerous options, I sat myself down to recall

All the unfortunate mishaps previous ensemble decisions had installed

There was once a pair of bargain shoes I bought, unworn and brand new

I adored them after only a few outings, never suspected that trouble would brew

They matched every outfit I could wear, and with them, I could never see myself without 

But on a cold snowy day in January, we had ourselves quite the unexpected fallout

The shoes proved unreliable, when I was still walking and the straps suddenly ripped

I myself was totally unprepared for this, and immediately I tripped

I was hurled down to the ice-cold ground, and bruised considerably

But I missed the shoes and hoped there was a chance for our reunion some day

It was a futile hope I soon learned, during the long and perilous trek back home

That left my feet scarred, and my outlook on finding another such pair a sickening sort of syndrome

My sorrow from the loss of those lovely shoes was lifted temporarily

When I borrowed a pair of jeans form a friend who realized that on her, they were baggy

I was hesitant at first, but their sheer beauty tempted me to try on, and find them snug

After I did, I fell in love with the way within them my curves were hugged

When I slipped them on I felt so beautiful; on top of the world

Their ability to perfect my outfit’s package had me believing I was the luckiest girl

But as time went on I grew tired with the embroidered pattern on the pocket

And day by day rips started to form, small at first, then larger by the minute

I tried valiantly to sew them up, but their numbers became too plenty

Until I was left with no choice but to again solemnly give them away

Then while vacationing at the beach and sulking over their absence,

I was startled to come upon cute and enviable bracelets

With tags labeling them ‘For Charms’, as soon as I saw them I had to have one

And fished around in my wallet to meet the price of twenty-one

I came up with the change to allow me to purchase the gorgeous accessory that day

Then I wore it that very night, and for the duration of our stay

Becoming more and more excited to add charms to it once I returned

However, it was a short-lived expectation when I was inauspicious to learn

That I had mistaken the space in my suitcase, and left it behind in our hotel room

Sure it was nice, adorable, and refined, but I knew all along not to assume

That I would be able and willing to keep up with buying charms in the long run

Sitting and still speculating, an idea suddenly became apparent to me and won

I knew just the thing to wear; it resided in the front of my closet where it was always easy to reach

And sometimes when I wore it out, I developed the feeling it had a lesson to teach

My single favorite red dress, a familiar and comforting garb

It clung to my waist in a reassuring sort of way, and kept my inhibitions far

The cloth of which it was made, was soft, flowing and free

Not tripping my feet, restraining my limbs, or otherwise limiting me

I slid it on as if it were an extension of my own skin

And immediately felt my need for any new clothes run thin

This dress is the only thing I’ve found so far that always makes me feel so good

The very way that anything I put on my body should

My prom dress from 2011.
(I went with Dean... Isn't that kind of ironic?:)