Haunted Hearts Poetry

  Paper By Alexandria I don’t want paper children Or to grow them up prepared for silent wars Where a teapot is a weapon To pour out hot, hot violence and syrupy sweet silence They won’t be taught to play house in a game of consequence and conflict Your face could star in the outdated trepidation of a tedious, tired 1950s chick flick I can no longer honor you with a paper ring Even as you pretended to be my paper king I cooked your dinner and wore an apron You came home and told me in our paper home this is where I belong You hum in my ear and we fall backwards in time into the black and white When a colored TV never fit in any of our up and down nights How do I ever excuse your verbal violence As its loud and bold and does not crumble like our paper home Like magic can I wrinkle my nose and turn it into silence? You are my paper husband to wind up like a toy As I raise our paper girl and our two paper little boys They are flimsy, faulty, and t...

Boy By Alexandria   WELL-MEANT (adjective): intended to be helpful but often harmful.   here’s to the last poem I didn’t intend to be a well-meant   BOY   I loved a boy captured in shadows Cold and thin; they demand to pull him in Pressed into something small Made to be nothing at all They rip out his spine to build a fortress up high While he coats his skin to paint it with his blood All that bleed from the ghost of another’s hands   I love a boy with a mutilated face His smile carved off and stitched over skin With his finger coated red he paints another on Mimicking to try and make happiness his lie Everywhere he goes the people wave on Forced to be a product of society Tearing apart at the skin on his palms Raw and red he never sings his psalms Emotion welcomed like a soldier in Vietnam   I loved a boy who vomits emptiness and rage How still and cold must his vessel become Then shake with the for...

 stability by alexandria Darling, darling My ever illusive mistress! Why so fickle, why so cruel? For you turn away from me, The moment I let go of Your ever controlling hold You’ve made sleep a currency I must pay in gold   Or be made rotten Or be made mold Do I dare admit I grow weary, I ever ache To howl like an animal To live in the mystery and fantasy Of the glowing, siren she calls herself the moon Or to run a day on no clock To be a bird and join a flock To dance in the colors of war To be myself, to soar Yet the price of chaos Is not worth your loss So I kiss your feet So I worship your altar I am a taken woman I wear your leather I wear your halter Little know, few understand How I must fear and fight To be gifted your hand And wedded we are Until I stumble Until I fail Forgive my mind, For it is frail Darling, darling My ever-illusive mistress! Why so fickle, why so cruel? Where is my freedom...

 Welcome By Alexandria  you should know you are welcome here walk into my head to hear i write with golden words intended to sear please stay, listen i invite you to be my seer   midas does not touch what i write though, gods of deceit do blind my sight i am gifted with false, herculean might   will it be made right? will you find the light?   i offer to you every piece of myself every word i am made of right here on your shelf   all i ask is you are not my three fates all i ask is you do not show me hate   clotho spun my thread long ago lachesis and atropos they cackle with glee   as i am eternally stuck at sea— if only poseidon was kind to me   so you see and read with open eyes so something good comes of my mind's demise   to summarize: i lack interpretation due to my highs and my brain's lies   to surmise: i am blind

 Queen By Alexandria her crown must shine brighter we must build her up higher!   make it from barbed wire paint it gold as she must be sold enough to be bold   line it with velvet; sew it well our royal majesty will wear the crown from hell   she can’t see what is underneath she must think it is a masterpiece then whisper in her ear   how her castle is better than any other how her presence will enrapture how her power will encapture   this is for our queen our queen her most royal majesty!     make our polluted sky colorful and bright paint the grays with brilliant shades make her castle reach soaring heights   if she sees what is lusterless if she sees what is underneath if she sees there is no masterpiece   where will her visions of grandeur be? why allow the queen to flee? she must never be ridden of our fleas   her crown must shine brighter we must build...

  FRIEND Poetry by Alexandria Shaw   who is sweet as acid? who is twice as corrosive?   let me introduce you to my oldest friend   you'll like how dependable they are staying up late into the night offering this constant assurance   without them there is no insurance they cover the costs of everything I'm a few cents short of   unfortunately, my friend is who leaves a co-pay of brutality what exists in the hours it makes me hide? what exists in the high it forces me to ride? who exists to drain me then demand "aren't you satisfied"   who lights the gasoline? who hides the match they used behind their back?   let me introduce you to my oldest friend   you'll like their abruptness their tendency to obstruct they will keep you from unpleasant truths   a sharpness abrupt to push then to shush   without them there is uncertainty because they guarantee safety and secu...