Note To Self

I hate that you don’t care.

I’m trying to protect you and you don’t care.

You laugh like this is a joke, like it’s not important.

You think everything’s fine—well it’s not.

You’re not trying.

You keep on avoiding the issue like you can just ignore this, like you can ignore me!

I’m right here, shut up and listen to me.

I’m always here for you but you never return the favor.

Look at everything I’ve done for you; and this is the thanks I get.

You’re not going to put me on the back burner this time.

You’re not going to tune me out.

You’re never going to be angry enough to forget about me, and you’re will never be able to scream loud enough to drown me out!

I’m here till the bitter end, and you’d better believe it’ll be bitter!

I’m never going to give in until both of us are dead.

You’ll have to end yourself if you can’t handle me.

I’m just as much a part of you as you are of me. And guess what honey;

You

Need

Me

Trust

I know sometimes it’s so hard to hear me

Even though I speak so clearly

Just a simple story I want you to know

But you don’t listen just like before

And endless cycle we’re trapped in both

It’s like we forget what it’s all worth

Inspired to nothing

Drown in everything

Lost without you and dead without us

I need you to show it’s me that you trust

Not her

Not him

Me, only me

So forgive me for saying

And you know that I’m sorry

But I need you close

Please show me it’s me that you trust

The Maiden’s Prince

The Maiden’s Prince

In a time quite a few hundred years past, lived a beautiful Maiden. The Maiden was known by all as the fairest woman of her kingdom, the next kingdom, and the next after that. She had the purest alabaster skin and the most radiant countenance ever seen. She had hair of the wind, eyes like the earth, and lips as a rose. Her voice was a constant song. Where she walked, light followed. Man after man, warrior after warrior, and poet after poet all attempted to win her affection, yet none succeeded. The Maiden remained alone. When she walked through the streets the Maiden would hid her face beneath a veil and her figure under a cloak, so none would pursue her.

In this time there were many wars fought between kingdoms. Wars fought for riches, wars fought for sovereignty, and wars fought for land. Men died in battle. Men fought and killed in the name of their king, in the name of duty, in the name of honor. From one of these lands, of one of these men, came the young Prince. The Prince fought many battles and conquered many lands. He led his men to victory time and again. When the Prince and his troops marched through the streets, all would make way for his parade of grandeur.

One certain morning, as the Prince and his convoy passed through a certain town he stumbled upon a rock and fell onto his knees. As he looked up the Prince saw five dainty fingers reached out to help him stand. The Prince forsook the hand as he stood but grasped it in his own once upright. He thanked the stranger for her kindness but fell silent trying to meet her eyes hidden behind a shroud. Revealing her identity the Maiden raised her hood and the Prince was dumbfounded. He searched his memory for any person, any object, any splendor of nature or masterpiece of art to compare her to. Never before had he seen such as she.

The Prince invited the Maiden with him. They walked together through the city and rode together through the country. They retired to a palace by the ocean. They dined under the moonlight and they ambled along the seashore. They talked of life and literature, of mystery and melody, of vitality and verve. The Maiden would sing to her Prince songs of affection and enchantment. They embraced on the balcony and kissed by the fire. And in their hearts, a blaze of adoration and infatuation kindled. As they laid together in the Prince’s bed, they would whisper to one another, “forever”.

For months the Maiden stayed with the Prince in his castle on the sea. But, one morning a herald of the King came to the Prince with a message. A war was brewing in the kingdom and the valiant Prince needed to lead his men to battle. When the Maiden heard of this beckon, she wept. She begged her love not to leave her, but the Prince could not desert his country. The Prince kissed his Maiden goodbye. As their lips slowly separated the Maiden softly declared into the Prince’s ear, her love for him.

The war waged many years. Every battle lost brought fear to the Maiden’s heart and every battle won brought hope of her beloved’s return. But every day without him grew longer, and every night away from him grew colder. Until once at the end of a lengthy day on a wintry night, a herald appeared. He told the Maiden of the Prince’s victories and triumphs and the Maiden’s heart was warmed, but her body became as a statue when the herald detailed the fate of her Prince.

The Prince had run a campaign across the land driving out the enemy. He had fought with glory and valor, with blade and sword. After one such victory the Prince and a small band of soldiers departed on a voyage across the sea, pursuing enemy spies. As the Prince and his company sailed through the night a deep fog descended around the ship. The captain demanded the sails be raised, but the Prince heard something. In the distance a voice was singing to him. The Prince marveled at the sound of the voice and in a matter of moments recognized the voice as that of his Maiden. The young Prince commanded the captain to sail the ship directly toward the song and as they drew near they saw. Upon a rock sat the Maiden in all her beauty. The Prince shouted for the captain to drive closer and to rescue the Maiden. But once the ship was a short distance from her, her image declined into that of a siren, and her beautiful song into a terrible shrill. As the ship attempted to evade the monster, a current seized the hull and drove them into the rocks.

The Prince emerged from the wreckage alone, his men dead and his hope of meeting again with his Maiden shattered. He was rescued by a fishing boat but was left on a nameless shore. He roamed the land where he was left but found no ally. And every night he would lie under his tent and dream of her voice, of the Maiden who loved him.

Silent Drop

Silent Drop

Wintry cliffs ‘gainst icy shores

Destitute and darkly scene

Sights of blazing frozen hearts

Shattered like those tales of lore

Twilight splendor dies unseen

Champagne dust as golden stars

Shines not here: ‘twill never more.

.. ..

Silence falling as I scream

Answerless you sigh dismay

Anxious calm without repose

Shrouds the dim and deep ravine

Plummeting towards death’s bouquet

Death’s cold bed a knot of rose

Peace at last is now serene

You

You

You rose to elation

Carried by glorious wing

Free in your flight

To discover endless skies

To commune with the stars

One or another

You had every sun

But in your flight

You traveled towards mine

My dim constellation

Not brighter than those

Those nearer to you

But somehow enticing

So further you flew

Before you realized

How close you were

The fiery star

Incinerating and bright

Singed your wings

The consequence

Of getting too close

You fell into darkness

Your freedom to soar

Now forever lost

You cried out for mercy

To reclaim your wings

But as you fell

Out of that darkness

returned that bright star

It caught you

It saved you

Holding you tight

The star who took

Your glorious wings

Will promise to lift you

For eternity