Just Imagine.
Light
within my cold
Craters.
Almost ascending
beyond the shadows.
If only
the somber abyss pulled away
to loosen the morning
Colors.
My infinitely battered
body looms
Silently.
Just Imagine.
Inferno erasing
my pale waning.
Burning in suspension
with its blinding
Shimmer.
If only
the orbit broke,
for just a moment,
terminating the line
between dream and wake.
The end of dusk
to the start of day
and I always
Just miss it.
Where would we be without our painful childhood?
The conditioned existence
Of tracing tomorrow
As the story whispers today.
A small child shadows over your
Moments of must
With her rapturous gaze
You quench growing misery
To prevent your misfortune
Of her infancy penetrating
Your maturity.
In the end, her too young
Taught torment
Causes your reason to hesitate
Her splitting arrogance
Peals your nails
As your fingers age away.
Fall wind
Twirls
To the tune
Of a morning dove.
My hazels
Blur through daylight
A focused you.
I watch the dance
To your dreams.
Your wake overtakes
Your slumber.
Dreamy blues look
Through me.
Through the walls of my heart,
Into the windows of yours.
The loneliness of Paris
Echoes in the rain.
Voice chimes
Through its pounding thunder.
No escape.
My heart beats
to its inconstant rhythm.
My eyes wait
to be blinded by the after-flash.
Its there.
Its gone.
Its there again.
Hushed manipulation
Condensed lies
Unfounded evidence.
Always Watching
Through windows
I felt your suspicious pleasure
Though Doorways
I heard your thoughts ravish me
Then Touching
Your too familiar hands
Were titillated by my innocence
I could smell
The perspiration of your perversion.
The Reproductions.
I scream rape
No one listened.
Of Hate.
You said crazy
Everyone heard.
Of Loss.
But I am still here.
Of Strength.
Chandler Jeanne 