rcf-poetry:

And when the lights dimmed

She felt free of their eyes.

The eyes of monsters

That clawed and tore her heart.

In the dark,

It was only her and the stars.

For she was the moon

Dancing on sunlight.

Suddenly everything felt right.

So when you look up

At the sky tonight,

Remind yourself that she’s there

And she’s free of all care.

-The Moon finally drifted away from the Earth

Emotional Abuse

Some people won’t believe you

Because your scars are hidden

Way beneath your skin

People only believe what they can see

And that should be a sin

Dead Romance

I reached for your hand,

But you pulled it back.

I reached for your hand,

But you wouldn’t crack.

You didn’t want me anymore.

I knew it then.

But I thought if I held your hand

Maybe it would fix everything.

But it didn’t

And it never would.

And when the lights dimmed

She felt free of their eyes.

The eyes of monsters

That clawed and tore her heart.

In the dark,

It was only her and the stars.

For she was the moon

Dancing on sunlight.

Suddenly everything felt right.

So when you look up

At the sky tonight,

Remind yourself that she’s there

And she’s free of all care.

-The Moon finally drifted away from the Earth

Nothing Decays Like the Living

Humans have a peculiar way of decaying.

They start on the outside

Which includes everything they touch.

Trash in the streets.

Trash on the beach.

Trash in the sea.

Trash in fields of green.

Trash everywhere and on everything in between.

Then comes those other living beings

That indirectly keep the Earth clean.

Elephants, giraffes, lions, oh my.

Blue whales, tigers, and really any big cat of its kind.

They’re all killed for something that humans don’t need.

It’s simply out of greed.

For humans feel ashamed that they can’t

Conquer others of their kind

So they kill animals out of spite.

Eventually what they do on the outside

Seeps into the inside.

There is plastic in their blood.

They swim in dirt and crud.

They wipe their eyes with chemicals

And spread infections in swimming pools.

They’ve created their own death — the superbug.

Now they must learn how to deal with their guilt

For it is the only breath of life they’ll ever get.

Dream Catcher

I wonder who you

Dream about

At night.

.

Is it a girl with

Stars in her eyes

And the sun in her smile?

.

Is it a girl with honey locks

And eyes as dark

As the sun-setting sky?

.

Does honey freckle her cheeks

While the bees

Pollinate the flowers?

.

Does she write words

That make the flowers

Bloom in the spring?

.

Is she always

The happiest

When she sings?

.

Do you dream about

This girl at night?

The one who seems

To put the stars in the sky?

.

Do you dream of

Holding her

As she sleeps?

.

Do you dream of

Kissing her

On her cheeks?

.

Do you dream of

Tasting her

Strawberry lips?

.

Or maybe

Just giving her

A butterfly kiss?

.

Do you dream

About where

She is?

.

Whether she’s in daylight

Or sleeping at night?

.

Could she be your soulmate?

The one that you love dearly?

.

Tell me

Who you dream about

At night.

.

Do you recognize

Me in the

Daylight?

I knew you were going to do it

I knew you were going to do it

I knew you were going to cheat

And you’d thought I’d feel defeat

But I am ecstatic

As the acidic rain burns your skin

I am fantastic

As your scream catches the wind

I knew you were going to do it

Now I win

You left like the petals to a rose when autumn came.

You broke my heart and never laid a finger on me.

You were mine until the summer came.

The heat tore us apart.

Now I’m given a fresh new start,

but it’s hard to go on without you.

It’s hard to sleep without you.

It’s hard to breathe without you,

but I must let you go

because I love you.

Was it me?

Did I scare you away with my thorns?

Or were my petals too vibrant of a red?

Did my unfurling petals come off too bold?

Or was my perfume too much of a stench?

Listen to me, young man.

You don’t find a rose like me everyday on the street.

Either pick me or leave me be.

And that’s a final request.

You laid in that blooming field

As if you were royalty

(Which you were and still are)

You hands were fondling a daffodil

It was nearly golden

So you picked it

Along with several other daffodils

And wove them into a crown

You place it atop your head

And then danced around

You sang

“King of the daffodils!

King of the daffodils!”

With a smile so bright

I could’ve sworn you were the sun

As the flowers turned to you

To gain an even deeper hue

Of the gold you fell in love with

I wish I was that daffodil

That lured your consciousness in

I wish I was the daffodil

That made you fall in love again

But I’m not

And never will be

••

Crown Me With Flowers

1.

I walk around

As if I am dead.

Make me beautiful again.

Crown me with marigolds

And call me Catrina.

Dance with me

While laughing at my death.

For I don’t want to feel any dread.

.

2.

I awoke in a garden

Full of creatures made of carbon.

Oh, how they danced and sang.

They made my ears ring.

I would’ve never thought

That I would end up in that spot.

For I’ve been so lonely

Since everyone has turned me away so coldly.

.

The creatures seemed so happy

While I was so sappy.

They noticed my frown,

So they tried to turn it upside down,

But failed to do so.

.

Lethargic.

The creatures tried to bargain

With my hardship.

.

They resides with a crown

Full of willow leaves from the ground

And roses from the garden.

They asked me to pardon

Their unruliness.

For they just wanted what was best.

I abided.

.

They placed the crown atop my head

And then I went to bed.

I dreamt of a wild world

Where there were no flowers,

Just endless hours

Of men with gun powder

Abusing their powers.

.

I woke up sad again.

For that world was full of mayhem.

••

For the prompt “Crown me with flowers” from @poetselixir

rcf-poetry:

Relationships suck

I feel like I’m in the wrong

No matter what I do

I feel like I’m in the wrong

Because of you

I may hurt you

But you hurt me too

They tell me that

That’s what happens

In relationships

But I think it’s bullshit

You put me down

For reacting to shit

This just ain’t it

Relationships suck

I feel like I’m in the wrong

No matter what I do

I feel like I’m in the wrong

Because of you

I may hurt you

But you hurt me too

They tell me that

That’s what happens

In relationships

But I think it’s bullshit

You put me down

For reacting to shit

This just ain’t it

Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Plays in the background

As the birds chirp

And I begin to frown

Holly is a let down

So indecisive

Unlike many women that I know

Evidently it was filmed by a man

And at that time

Views on women were different

I know that the movie means well

But my chest just doesn’t swell

With emotion as Holly cries for Cat

In all honesty

How to Steal a Million

Had a better bat

At romance

But nobody would

Agree with that

From my book Arsonist’s Guide to a Fantastic Summer (by Roxanne Finniss)

My smile has faded

And what replaces it

Is the crushing of my heart

Something that hurts so much

That it is almost ineffable

All I’m thinking right now

Is that I wish I was normal

Motion - ishani

I’d be lying if
I said that it didn’t hurt me
a little bit when he just
wasn’t that into me.
This is becoming a circular
motion of all the reasons why
no one can love me.

My perfect women is for you too - ishani 

Dear Michelangelo, 
I’m writing to ask you 
if you could sculpt out my 
dream appearance, 
I’d like to start out 
with my body shape, 
a flat stomach and thin waist, 
wide hips and muscled legs, 
thin arms and less broad 
shoulders and collar bones 
as sharp as a knife. 

I want to stay the same 
height, not any taller than 5″2 
it’s better that way,
because no one would 
expect a pretty little thing 
like me to fling a body 
across the room - yet 
there they are. 

I would like to differ in 
skin tone, as much as I 
hate to admit - I want to be 
white, because why in this 
day and age, do people 
see colour as a barrier to 
“social norms”, what is it that
white people can do that 
coloured people can’t? 

I’d like to change my face 
too, a button nose, similar 
to mine now but with a slope 
and no bump, plump lips too, 
pretty pink, with a smile 
that shows off a set of pearly 
whites with a crocked tooth, 
not perfectly straight. 

I’d keep my thicker eyebrows, 
and my hair too, but take 
away the puffy eyes, 
the chubby cheeks, 
the undefined jaw, 
replacing it with 
defined cheekbones and 
jawline sharp, and long eyelashes 
and slow growing facial hair 
that I don’t have to wax 
every week.

Dear Michelangelo, 
we have now designed my 
perfect woman, tell me 
how much she costs, 
I’ll pay it all to be her, 
because she is my perfect 
and I am not. 

I hope you don’t notice my facade - ishani

I’ve suicide inside
of my body, hurting me,
yet I’m finding it hard to leave,
so when it continues hurting me,
these insecurities disconcerting me,
I like to disguise it down into the gutter,
spilling these feelings down like water,
flushing it down and throwing it out,
I hope you remember;
I still want you to believe in me,
even though I am trying to
deceive you, me too.

Summer with a Pisces - ishani 

I once wrote a list of 
sixteen different things, 
oh Tommy why didn’t you
want me? Scared that 
you would leave me… 
but guess what, he 
already did.

It’s ironic now, 
that sliver of hope
left behind when 
you left me in the 
dust, that burden 
lingering around 
for months to come - 
and it did. 

Tommy who’s the 
piper now? While 
you’re messaging me 
pictures of girls when 
she’s not the one that you
want - and I’m many 
miles away, drinking 
prosecco  and smashing 
pinot gorigio wine bottles 
because the guy that 
I wanted was kissing me 
and no one else. 

I guess I should thank 
you for leaving me
well enough to not spend 
summer with a pisces, but 
learning to love myself 
just the smallest amount.