In the whispered hush of frozen thoughts
where darkness reigned, indifference
swarmed, he took it all he stripped me bare,
transparent value worthless flair.
Spiraled path, twisting fate, storming
skies a tasteful hate in the hush of frozen
thoughts, where darkness fought and
indifference swarmed.
KH © 2017
I know I am a mixture I know I fit no box
The path that I have walked was full of stars and rock.
I know I make my choice and so I lose my voice,
I know I live in shadows the sunlight burns my skin,
I know I am expressive warming only to the sin.
I know that I am broken I refuse to bend my knee,
I have worked so very hard so that I am truly free.
I do not trust a person, I do not trust their words,
and even I do wonder what happened to this girl.
But I took me to the darkness where lying is the norm,
and now I see it everywhere in every single form.
So I strip away humanity and look only at the core
of all my broken fantasies, sex, we know is sure.
You cannot fix my pieces, although try I know you will,
I cannot fix the cracks, although try, I know I will.
You cannot give me everything and all is what I need,
Is it wrong for once I want, to be a person’s Queen?
And so I do declare, I am everything and more
do you understand, of this I am so very sure.
I learned the world does lie,
I learned to never cry.
I learned that I can stand, upon my lovely feet,
I learned to help myself on the days when I am beat.
I learned the world is black and full of putrid hate,
And so I dropped my eyes to hell, accepted my dark fate.
Like the phoenix I did burn my body turned to ash,
The darkness was engulfed I wish they’d been a flash.
I am not perfection…well okay perhaps I am,
Life is not a ride just an over crowded tram.
I’m breaking all my rules a hypocrite to the death,
But I am pretty sure the devils upped and left.
You cannot fix my pieces but I can tell you what they are,
perhaps beneath the darkness,
we can wish upon a star.
Karen Hayward ©2016
A north wind whistles caught on the medium wave of an AM radio.The sudden startle as silence is pierced, an angry cackle bursts into the room, it comes, it goes, silence ensues. My fingers are tired from turning the handle. I want to hear the song that beats in my veins.
Karen Hayward
Whispers of the Universe.
I feel the vibrations in my soul,
the passion of a burning flame
ignite inside. The lure of the full
moon and all her power runs through
my veins. I feel the earth as she spins
and the universe as she blinks. I feel
the ebbing tide as King Triton rages
a storm and the calm of the mermaids song.
I feel the breeze against my skin and
the wisdom of the leaves within.
I feel the night sky and the dying stars
I feel the emptiness of a blue sky without
edges. I feel the birds as they fly free wings
strong and able, I feel the catalyst as the
caterpillar turns and the dragon fly skips
across water. I can feel the universe.
I understand that everything has perfect
balance, I can feel the energy that ignites
my spirit, but I cannot find balance. I
do not know how to fly when my wings are broken.
I do not know how to transform into the
butterfly, I do not know how to run freely
like the breeze. I can feel the universe, I hear
the message. I do not know how to create balance.
I can not see me, I do not know how, to be me.
Karen Hayward ©2015.
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