M'oeillade

I see him in her. Every utterance, every gesture, every breath of hers reminds me of him. He was powerful with his words and influences;  he manipulated those around him with ease like marionettes in a honeyed spectacle, myself included. I find myself acting like him, subconsciously finding my way back into his slender grasp by becoming him himself.

 He haunts me. His presence still lingers here. I'm uncertain as to how long this arid drought of intolerable silence shall be sustained but I am dying. I am dying of thirst. I am a lover of water and he is the rain. His love courses through my body like the blood in my veins. But my pertinacity delays my action; Oh Hamlet how your inaction afflicts me. Never another amorous glance shall I catch, my short-lived oeillade has begun to decay.

The Blooming of Madness

Last night,
I wrote a Haiku
amidst my dreams.
A beautiful tragedy,
encompassing my feelings,
reminding me of him.
But in the morning light,
it was gone,
just as the shadows
of his presence.

In the land of Gods and Monsters

There was comfort in loving the devil.
To know that I could solitarily bring purity into his heart alleviated my appetite for danger and purpose.
Trying to tame such a wild heart came with its pernicious repercussions. Playing with fire will undoubtedly burn you, and burn I did.
I gave him my heart, thinking he could change his ways and put away his harlotry, my raw vermilion scars the result of my foolishness.
The Devil is real and he's not some little red man with horns and a tail.
He can be beautiful because he's a fallen angel. He used to be God's favorite.

An Introspection

Deep inside, she knew who she was,
and that person was smart, kind and often funny,
but somehow her personality always got lost
between her heart and her mouth,
and she always found herself saying the wrong thing or,
more often, nothing at all.

Melancholy Enigma

A kind of smile can say
"You don't know me,
and you never will."

Untitled

I want you to sneak up behind me
And whisper in my ear
All the things
I've been dying to hear.