Editing
Simple.
I'd go back
to that first night
when I though you were too good to be true
and you thought the same about me.
Back
to when I would spend an hour getting ready
and you would show up
an hour early.
Back
to when I would tell
anyone who would listen
all about you
and you would live up
to the advance press.
Back
to that first night
when we both felt
we had found it all.
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@triciamccallum
#redheadedpoet
www.triciamccallum.com
Nightmares and Reveries
Barefoot in an alley
Sipping bourbon from
a styrofoam cup
I remember the days
when dreams used to visit me
in the night instead of the
nightmares that were his hands
Love and sorrow brought me here
Now the silence rings in my ears
like the detonation of a bomb
I followed the glow of
the cheshire moon and
saw his face in a puddle
that smelled like piss
Head to the night sky
Knees on the ground
Hands in the air
giving up to your god
Daydreaming of
a better tomorrow
while muriatic tears burn my skin
Reminding me that this is
no nightmare
Memories of W
Your tongue was
Sensual and gentle
You tasted like art
In my mouth
But there was
Something painful
Behind your smart eyes
I took off my clothes
And invited you
To explore me and
My tattered past
Traveled by men from
My broken history
And their boots left scars
But you kissed me softly
You told me I am beautiful
And one by one
My imperfections rested
Against you and
You rocked me to sleep
Parasite
Depression has been with me for many, many years. It is a leech that sucks the energy from my body and soul. It has become such a part of me, like an infection or a cancer. I look for the antidote, antibiotic or miracle cure. It sometimes seems within my grasp but it quickly gets away from me. It keeps me under false pretensions but still the cure alludes me. I am in a prison and I hold the key but I cannot find the lock, it's too dark.
Fairy tales
Fairy tales
I grew up on fairy tales
Even though mother and father
Never showed it.
That's What kept me focus
Never been afraid of a battle
Even if I was thrown from my saddle
I ended up realizing
Don't count the ogre out
No matter its stature
A kiss can save thousands of lives
Beauty shines brighter from the inside
My eyes are blind to things it can't see
So i rely on my instincts
Cinderella taught me to believe
I always wanted a fairy god mother
But things like that only happen to queens
I tend to fall in love with things that I believe in
Reason I loved fairy tales
Gave me hope that true love was for me.
The Black Dragon
I am the last of my kind. Nobody believes anymore in the magic that hides within reality. Sunlit doorways through hedges and pixie dust on the children. I hone my skills alone in the forest, under the deep green canopy, shaded from prying eyes. That shadow that chills you, casting shapes across your sunlit path, is me. I alone ride the skies, astride this last survivor, tamed, and as my steed, still mighty. Iridescent shimmering light reflects off his black scales, the sun blocked by leathery wings. Wings large enough to cover that orb as they beat furiously, keeping us aloft. I am the last dragonslayer. They call me in their dreams, for they doubt my true existence. But I hold the famed blue sword, and the legacy is mine alone. Dragons are only graceful in flight, and oh how we fly! Soaring to the sun like Icarus, and falling in circular tumbles until we hit the atmosphere. You see us, and rub your eyes in disbelief. That's alright. We'll remain hidden, away from rabid, prying eyes. We are mythical; he is legend, and he is the last dragon.
Sorry
Oh I'm sorry
That my emotions
Are an inconvenience for you
And cause you trouble
I didn't know I could be so unloveable
I'm sorry
I expect you to
Treat me the same way
You treat the others that you love
I thought I was one of them
I'm so sorry
That how you hurt me
Isn't a priority
That I'm just a second thought
Even after I've given you all that I have
I keep saying sorry
And trying to make amends
But the only thing
That I have ever done wrong
Is letting you hurt me for so long
