dreams lie.

i used to dream of past lives
past loves
you were one of them,
but since i caught my heart
it turned into fire-
and it burned you.

it was never enough,
i was never enough,
so you threw away
my heart,
alongside your own.

now the stars
whisper your
stories in my ears,
but they don't
believe them themselves.

try and stop me.

i get the feeling you've said this before,
i don't know who i am
and i've lost where i was trying to go,
you spent days trying to
write my eulogy,
but i'm not even dead yet.

who are you trying to kill?
this myth believes
i will come back,
it won't matter what you do to me.

you tried to fix my eyes,
but it's you who is broken
you can't see past your nose,
and the rest is blurred.

when it happened before,
i almost didn't believe you,
almost didn't see.

this time i can watch myself,
watch out for myself,
nothing you can do,
has never been done.

just don't follow me.

far from it.

in another world,
a different life, one that happened in the past, i hope,
you might have been a better person.
your lover might have loved you,
maybe even liked you for who you are.

i can live without you these days,
to be honest.
i might have made a promise,
but you did too.

beats me what you think you might be up to,
good for you it's not up to me,
i suppose.

when i was young, i thought things would be
different. i believed in something else,
if you asked me what it was,
i wouldn't remember.

i just know i haven't seen it since.

what.ever.

a fridge magnet poem.



there,
drunk your envy?

after a lover,
full of who you are.
seemly, did he forswear you,
lady-like,

from his art.
there-the curse.

with what wicked night
has it,
know they mercy?

you know damn well what.

a fridge magnet poem.



damn...
what...how...when..?
I,
please,
I must know...

him too,
did we ever..?
will...
well, in winter-

forswear me nothing!
question my ghost
as a mortal then.

tale of poison.

a fridge magnet poem.



damn woman,
much is perilous...
to discontent,
to torment,
to deceive,

to speak.

with wicked manner!
always:
idle, lazy, vile.
from my art,
by this mortal.

she is our dream.

a fridge magnet poem.



maidens fair
doth never grace
my ghost...

make haste man!
your friend had
a dream of farewell.

me,
her,

she...is our dream.

a lover of night.

a fridge magnet poem.



speak,
yield,
decieve,

but warrant not the poison.
here i ask,
for all that was said,

how could he see?

the curse.

a fridge magnet poem.



nothing is what is said,
of this love...
some could say more
some would only do so much

if she would question-
woe her lazy lover man
curse his strike,
and death, come.

lies or truths.

i was jerked around and fooled
with so many times,
i don't know which way is up anymore,
find myself looking down more and more
often, trying to find myself
i guess,

or something like it.
i don't know what i look like
through the mirror, find i'm wanting
whatever isn't there.

this lie just holds one grain of
truth to it:
it happened once, and it happened to you.
so, maybe two.
i won't be the liar you made me out to be.

untitled.

this knows to much for me,
leaves an opening,
spits out my fears,
takes out my heart
and pulls me down.

why is it the strong
have nothing to show,
are told they are nothing, know
not a thing.

i would follow you
to the ends of my rope,
if you let me in,
you showed me
the things you are hiding.

but it knows too much for you
doesn't it.
drowns out your fears,
pulls you down,
to the end of your rope.

do not follow their words,
how long will it last you,
how long will you last.