Wispless Soul

I am the tangerine oracle.
Only lies do roll from my tongue.

To assuage and bely all your fears.
I'd give you the breath from each lung.

I speak in the words sorely wished for,
To weave diamonds built from coal.

With gentle and nimble, pale fingers
I pluck sadness straight from your soul.


I'm rarely spared a thought.

But tales all told, help all given,
It's in my own rope I tie the knot.

Toothless

One by one I pull out my teeth

I won’t be fighting no more. 

No need to bare them 

to gnash them at foes.

I’ve given up now, 

There’ll be no more of those. 

I won’t be settling my score. 

Enchanter of Empty Places

What further words should fall from my mouth?
I'm not ready to take needle and thread to my plump lips,
Yet the spells I chanted don't summon the Djinn.
I've studied the herb and potion,
Contorted my body to call on who they tell me are the Gods,
My soul I gave up for offering in blind hope of blessings.
Still when I step back, take stock,
I see only the jingling hat of a fool,
Perched on the forehead of a pretender.

Ugh Part 1

Silly child, who thinks she owns the world,
There's millions of future's waiting for you, girl.

It's never clear the path a leaf will take,
When wind gusts through and rips it from its place.

So keep on guessing, you will never see,
Analyze yourself, the dreams that once could be.

You just can't hold the future in your hands,
It has a way of slipping through like sand.

Crystal Balls

I can't peer so good into crystal balls,
There's too many shifting images.

All I catch is a flash of leaf green,
your laughter fills the air.

Warm winds bring out the dirt between my toes,
Someone clasps their hands around my neck.

I lay back on the couch, clouds descend,
I think you're in this vision too.

What's the point of standing up again,
We should just float away.

The path they've chosen leads straight to hell,
I'd far rather wander the wilds.

So how can I be sure these things will come?
After all, at the end of the day.

I can't peer so good into crystal balls,
There's too many shifting images.

Beatrice

She had a hole in the left thigh of her tights where pale, white flesh shone. I thought all day about touching it. 

Arterial

I know what to do now, step back three paces and shut myself in. I worked so damn hard to feel again I forgot just how much it hurts sometimes. But anything is better than this. Better than watching myself make one big mistake that I can’t seem to keep myself from making. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to hurt and confuse but both those qualities run through my veins and when I bleed it’s arterial. Arcs of pain and longing spurt from my mangled neck, drenching those around me in the sadness I spent years trying to cut free.