Welcome to the Circus

Slice and dice,

We’re playing Tic-Tac-Toe on your skin.

Flip the knife and flash that smile,

And pray to God you don’t miss the apple on my head.

The lion growls and the crowd gasps

As he sticks his head in between the beast’s jaws.

Spinning, dancing, and soaring through the air,

Our eyes meet as I catch you.

Dark and handsome,

He sticks a sword down his throat.

Tiny the Elephant toots his horn

And balances on the ball.

“Freaks!” the ringmaster shouts in the din.  “Come see the freaks!”

Elsie the Two-Headed Telepath takes center stage

With Oscar the Albino and Jenny the Bearded Woman by her side.

They may be official

But we’re all weirdos here.

Welcome to the circus.

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Night of Goblins (#2)

Where precious stars bloom

And the nixies’ songs are silent,

Beware, o child.

There you shall find it.

A darkened clearing, a magic disturbed.

Where the trees still

Be the Goblin Chief.

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Night of Goblins (#1)

Sugar, spice, and everything nice,

That’s what little girls are made of.

Pepper, wine, and everything fine,

That’s what woman are made of.

Darkness, kisses, and everything wrong,

That’s what monsters are made of.

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Denial

Deeper and further back I delve

Throughout time and lands far away

I search for misery that fits my taste

I turn my back on what’s around me

Because the tragedies on my doorstep hit too close home

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Daughter of Smoke & Bone (#1)

I finished Laini Taylor’s Daughter of Smoke & Bone trilogy yesterday.  It was emotional.  Needless to say, I felt the need to vent my feelings about it and so here we are!  (Mild spoilers for book one.)

Bitter lies

Sweet lips

Feet scramble across the courtyard

Their hands clasp together

Bodies and souls joined forever

A snap

A betrayal

The wishbone is in two

He cries out

Her head rolls away

Hearts hardened

Passions shushed

A flash of azure cracks his mending walls

Is it her?

Can it be?

Or is it a false hope?

Their souls say otherwise

A whisper

A touch

Like magnets, it cannot be denied

But love and life is never simple

Burning hands

Fiery eyes

A scorched landscape

Screams, cries

The stench of death’s victory

Teeth, teeth, so many teeth

Hope is magic at the brink of the end

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Wilting, Wilted Rose

Watch me so I won’t die,

Or someone might see the tears I cry

And the smatterings of crimson on my handkerchief.

Kiss me to freeze time.

Please, trap this moment,

Own it, hold it captive in a jar.

Take it out and caress it like you used to me

When you get lonely.

Call it beautiful.

Keep me safe and alive in your mind’s eye.

Tell our children that I love them.

Tell them that just because all that’s left of me

Is a cold body wrapped in yellowing lace,

That doesn’t mean that I’m not close.

Tell them that I’m watching, waiting, and loving them as they grow.

I don’t blame you if another sleeps by your side.

As long as she’s good to our children and loyal and true to you.

You’re not being unfaithful,

So follow your heart.

Hold our family close, both the old and the new.

Because if there’s one thing I learned in life,

It’s that nothing is certain and that’s not a bad thing.

So, please, my love, my wonder, my knight,

Keep your chin up,

And life will eventually end up right.

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Paper

Your edges are yellowing

You’re ripping under pressure

You’re balled up with every mistake

Your ink is smeared

Your lines have blurred

You’re becoming brittle

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