She feared…

She was afraid of fire

Of the flaring flames

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the water

That could douse them

 

She was afraid of water

Of the deep, abysmal waves

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the air

That floated to the surface

 

She was afraid of the air

Of being above the clouds

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the earth

That kept her from falling

 

She was afraid of the earth

Of being trapped underground

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the metal

That dug her from her prison

 

She was afraid of metal

Of the sharp, blunt edge

But she wasn’t aware

That she knew the man

That held it in his grip

 

She was afraid of the man

Of his intense, obsessive eyes

But she was aware

That she couldn’t escape him

No matter who she was

 

Who is Belle?

You say you love me truely

But soon you will realize and find

That the love that I offer

Is cruel, hurtful and blind.

Yes, it’ll cause you to lose your mind.

You’ll feel it slowly unwind

And scatter into pieces

Like everyone else

Who ever touched me.

Despite the warnings that I’ve said

You still reach and call my name

In an endless refrain.

Do you know that it drives me insane?

Why do you continue to chase

In the name of my love?

Why continue to hurt yourself

Cause you won’t drop this game?

You call me your Belle

To your horrid, wretched Beast

When in reality I am the Beast

With only the appearance of Belle.

You were always Belle

Both inside your heart and out.

In only one way were you the Beast

And that was that you gave me

Your heart so unconditionally

With a vague hope that it’d be returned

Eventually, like in the movies.

But this is real life, not cinema

In the end, you’ll only be burned.

 

Cut Off

Staring at these messages

Reading your lines over

And over

And over again

Doesn’t make you hurt less

Doesn’t stop your steadily growing pain

Makes me feel more and more helpless

Can’t even give you a hug

Can’t even lend a shoulder

Cut off in-between

And I

Can’t do a thing

Yes

I can’t stop the pain from increasing

Just

Watch the love bleeding

Your

Lonely soul weeping

All I can do is offer these hollow words

On a silver platter

Across an illuminated screen

And hope that they mean something

When I really know

That they won’t change a thing

Yes, they can’t change anything

 

Beautiful As Well

You call me

A beautiful soul

Because I am a poet

 

But why don’t you call

Those who don’t write

Who don’t paint

Who don’t sing

Who don’t create

Beautiful as well

 

Is being well-versed in the arts

A qualifier

In order to achieve

Such acclamation?

Mara

She can’t stay asleep

In her dreams she is

Haunted, sought after, wanted

The heat of his gaze

She can feel coursing through her

Even though it’s only a dream

 

That’s why she barely sleeps

He’s there haunting her

He never leaves that space

That’s why she stays awake

It’s a figment of her imagination

That it’s a long past reality

He’s on Top

She loved to make lists.

Her favorite one was

About things that she loved,

But could also harm her:

Vipers, scorpions, bears and sharks

Thorns, claws, talons and burrs

Tigers, tarantulas, wasps and hawks

Guns, swords, chemicals and liquor.

That’s where she placed him,

At the very top of the page.