Not a Maiden or a Crone

I am empty with child,
A forgotten mother,
A sad barren soul
That aches to be woman
Again with a nest gone dry
Before it was time to wean.
Too young to be the crone,
But was barely a maiden.
Two eggs half stolen
By law or sickened rights,
I hold my womb tenderly
As it once carried fragile life.

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I’d treat her really niceys 💁‍♀️

Lana Del Rey probably tastes
Better than Pepsi cola,
Maybe more like cherry pie.
It’s just something that I wonder,
Because I hear her sing
In sexy sighs.

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Sinueux

Slipping away slow,
Salty tears stain cheeks,
Slick streaks of sadness
Sting skin known to scar.
Silent sins speak sounds softly,
Sweet sighs might be whimpers,
Saying secrets so sinlessly.
Swords stab with silver slices,
Singing surrender with each swing.
Stripped bare, scared senseless,
Standing still against strong wind.
Sinuous sky rains smothered souls,
Searching for safety or for sorrows,
Suspicious or sadistic, and
So-called synthetic
Silk that smells like serpentine.

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Absolute

It’s a lock down, a prison cell,
Walls on all sides, closing in.
A straight jacket with a bottle of pills,
Lost in a maze of panic and terror…
It’s false free will,
Can you find your way out?
Who’s crazy now?
Cannibal kills.

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Black hole

What if I were to tell you that
My heart is just a black hole
That I never meant to suck you in,
Or for you to get aimlessly lost
Within its gravitational force?
I never meant for you to fall in
Or to absorb all your light.
I never meant to trap you here,
Inside the point of no return.

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2013

My words drip in red

Everything I do is fueled with passion.
As I write these very words
Passion is pumping its way through my veins,
Spilling out onto the bed,
Soaking its way into the sheets,
Staining them with its red.
Bringing to life
Love,
Hate,
Desire,
Strength,
More passion.

a.l.c 2013

Lit

Bic flick with every toke,
Creeping up the glass,
Empty spaces fill with smoke.
I try to forget what fills my head,
All these thoughts, better off dead.
I’m sick of the way these ashes make puns,
Tired of the ways words get caught in my lungs.
All my dreams burn out so fast,
Another year gone, 4 quarters won’t last.
I’ve been running so fast for so long,
I just want to sit here, relax,
Light the…
Hey, don’t get me wrong,
I’m not giving up, I just need to chill out,
Quiet these thoughts, take a hit,
A timeout.

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