Dawn

Creatures eat their sleep in the night,
They are full, yet deprived.
Hungry, and tired.
They ingest a poison, that swims, and dances through their veins.

The stars gaze upon their weary souls
Whispering promises from memories,
That feel so real once eyes are shut tight.

Ghosts dance, in the night
Familiar of a sinful taste.
Their bodies are fluid to the string songs of the cemetery.

Beauty dies in the dawn.

She Hurries.

How the summer breeze
Captures her hair
She is longing for belonging
The wind, the sun, the warmth.
She dives into the questionable unknown.
She dreams.
She induces dreaming.
She cleverly drops endeavors, for acceptance for months.
And then hurries to gather them up.

She hurries.

Return of Ana

Day one
She started again,
Ana was beautiful, and a long lost friend.
She stood right behind her,
They looked in the mirror
Perfection was far, and that was overtly clear.

So Ana had whispered,
"Don't worry my child,
I know that you've been,
quite lost for a while.
We will work, and remind ourselves
what perfection is...
but it starts right now, get onto your knees.
Beg for forgiveness for treating me wrong,
let your eyes grow glassy to the tune of my song."

She wept and she went to count all the divots,
The dips and the curves, and the disgustingly noticeable
Imperfections.

Ghostly Friends

It was dark and her soul was tinted
With a hue of light
She dug deep, and she opened her mind.
A lost little girl, stuck in a realm of dying time.
She pulled and prodded until her thoughts came to light,
She was beautifully tainted - I would claim her anew.
Her memories and thoughts, she tried to sort through.

She spoke to the woman with straggled blonde hair,
As if she was really, in the room,
Right there.
She was a mirage, that only the little girl saw
She was beautiful, yet deadly, and
Invisible to all.

The girl knew her past, but was trying to piece,
the words of the ghost,
That haunted her, in her sleep.

She captured a "B" and a mother's dear touch,
She asked the pale woman, to hint more than dust.
The woman, her eyes, were light, and she, thin.
Her death was provoked, by an unthinkable sin.

She cried, and she whispered,
"He attacked me in bed,"
And that is how Brenda,
Ended up Dead.

I was that girl, that listened patiently
I still speak to her, as if it were me
Because once I'm gone, I'll feel so alone
So Brenda to me is a friend, of my own.
I don't know what happened, or how she died that night.
But the man that had killed her, is far from the light.

I'll find out more,
To fill her story in
But until then,
We will remain, ghostly friends.

Mermaid Songs

Entirely Entitled to Everything
She saw,
She grabbed it all
In her hand.
She built a castle in the sand,
with the starfish and the moonlit jellies.
She crafted with her mind, and let her hands do the work
They pleasantly played - as the mermaids inquired.
They sang songs, enchanting and endearing.
The creatures of the sea, watched from afar,
Awaiting their death- as they yearned to be ashore.
They watched this girl, build her castle in the sand
They prayed and they tried to swim to the land.
Her hair was long, and wavy
and saltwater kissed.
The curls were swirled with golden hues, and strands of crimson.
She was kissed by the sunrise, and stood nice and tall,
The songs of the mermaids, inspired her to
Dance.
She danced barefoot, and naked, but covered in tan
Her body was free, she was one with her land
The earth hugged- and kissed her,
As mother and child.
She danced, and she sang, and even spun for a while
Her body moved in ways that the creatures hadn't seen,
She was a free spirit, joined by the land and the sea.
Her eyes captured love and lust from afar,
Mermaids fell in love and sang
She was beautiful; and demonic- Since she craved lust from them all.
She was stuck inside freedom, and demon at best.
She was a succubus by night, and an angel at day's rest.
She loved and she fed, off the desires of those,
Whom watched her dance naked, to the beat of her drum.
Soon, the sun rose, and she brushed herself off,
And laid in the warmth, with no worries at all.
Where night met day, and day grew fast
She became balanced, but she knew that it wouldn't long last.
By nightfall again, the creatures would creep,
And the succubus inside would be ready to feed.

Empty Handed

And when your world crumbles in, you'll wish that she held you like she used to... The way she held you before you told her to stop.
She tried to save you when your head was barely above water, to prevent your body from drowning
She reached for your hand, but your stubborn nature left her empty handed.
She cried and her tears filled the sea with specs more of saltwater,
So you blamed Her.
She just loved you like the sun loves the moon,
And like the flowers love the sun.
She adored you.
But you left her empty handed,
Empty hearted.
She cried for you, as your heart was proven stone
But you screamed out hurtful words to ease your own pain at the expense of hers.
She was turning into a stone cold statue at your glare...
But you left her empty handed.

She took one last breath in attempt to grasp for your hand, before you went under
You looked into her pale eyes, stone face and laughed.
Inhaling the saltwater you drowned and
She turned to stone
You left her empty handed

Frail

She was a beautiful girl
Fragil, yet strong on the surface
Frail, yet beautifully broken
Sometimes she swollowed those pills to forget,
But the always made her remember...