Cubbies and corners

In the darkest parts

of the starkest hearts

In the cubbies and corners

a rebellion starts

From the silent dreams

to the violent screams

Therein you’ll find

these desperate schemes

For the madness mends

when the sadness ends

When the will is broken

as it no longer bends

Then a hidden seed

grows the bidden need

To succumb to the call

of the forbidden deed

Mentor

We hide in their minds and look thru their eyes
Falsely accuse them with each new disguise
Ones tempered and steadfast, you’ll find on the way
But they fall the hardest and then longer they stay

They’ll try to find ways to set themselves free
To the light in the tunnel is where they will flee
Fret not when they pass since ever we’ll find
New darkness to hover, again making them blind

You’ll swell, little one, to ominous proportions
Be true to the lessons, shape their will in contortions
The faster you swarm their positive reflections
The sooner you’ll make the dark course corrections

Use hate and deceit to your heart’s desire
Throw fear and paranoia onto the burgeoned pyre
Shroud light that they see ‘hind shadows and guilts
And again their strength crumbles, decomposes, or wilts

Then sadness looked up to his mentor depression
And knew that one day there’d be total succession
New angles he’d find, which is always the key
To invent pristine shackles, so they’ll never be free

Notable

Adorned in his button down
The curve of her back
As she eagerly leans over her lap
Where his freshest open wound lay
A flower to her nourishment drawn

A petal hovering above
Anticipating the page’s turn
Hair held up by a yellow no. 2
Save a languorously dangling curl
Persistently insistent on reading along

Backlit by the fleeing sun
Who perhaps fears his written word
She betrays her position
With a finger’s pause on the paper
As her lips subtly recall bearing witness

His pacing has stopped
It never gets him anywhere
Wounds notably heal as he watches her read
As he reads her every angle and nod
Ashamed that her eyes might see him witless

Eyes so intense and intelligent
Holding the page like it was his hand
A sparkle of dusk, dew manifests on the blooms
She understands the darkness before her
There’s hope hiding and love in the lines, a coming dawn

Lolita

Lovely, little Lolita
Could find solice only in dreams
So she’d ride salvation’s needle
Leaving behind the screams

The trips would give her power
She’d do anything night or day
To follow the tracks to dreamland
For it’s where she was dying to stay

Spider

The spider steeped
in darkness creeped
beyond her veil of sight

It caught instead
her thought in web
so nightmares come this night

Within her dreams
of nightmare themes
an insect bound was she

Awake she shivered
her soul delivered
thus had the power he

When next they met
was she who crept
into his nightmare den

His web of lies
was his demise
she’d not get caught again

Thus unaware
that she would dare
to retrieve her stolen soul

Her newfound power
then made him cower
and she woke now once more whole

Corrupt with power
she’d simper then glower
spinning a web or three

Thus unaware
and with not a care
became the spider she