Whispers in offices
 With shady bosses
 Words of such untruth
 
 Withheld curses
 And awkward pauses
 And trying not to be uncouth
 
 I'd leave in a second
 But I can't just abandon
 This without a fight
 
 Do you have an agenda?
 Is it a vendetta?
 You can't pretend this is right
 
 Don't pretend you're a caretaker
 When you're such a mess-maker
 Your communication is unclear
 
 Respect is important
 He is my commandant
 He knows my duty here
 
 I'll do what you want
 It's not what he wants
 And its not what's needed here
 
 But I'll do what you want
 It's also what I want
 I've already packed my gear 

Also posted on

Poisoned lips

In fragrant breath

Glassy eyes

And frozen smiles

And marks

Of sudden death

Of feelings

And of blunt

Expressiveness

The soul

Is passionless

The heart’s

A bloody mess

The angry mind

Is crying out

Into the nothingness

Of selfish deeds

And selfish creeds

On poisoned lips

Craving trips

Of hushed exile

For kisses on

The demon’s smile

*This poem can also be found in my poetry book What Have You Done to the Angel which was written under Sathepine Marco.

a calm solemn nod

lips in ephemeral smile

her blade reached his guts

 

 

zenith of your life

accomplished in the shadows

thank you, unknown spy

 

 

midnight shadows dance

swaying to a trance

of mournful peace ’til he appeared

vermillion, crimson, red

a grin inspiring dread

and all the things the shadows feared

A hand held
A shy gaze
A kiss

A love lost
A memory
You miss

Midnight
You lie awake
And reminisce

For all
You have left
Is a wish

To return to
That long-forgotten
Bliss

 

I know
What this is
What you are
And you say
There’s a cure
It won’t scar
But this cure
To the venom
Is a curse
Makes
Things
Worse
So I’ll try
Just a sip
Just a drip
And we’ll see
If it’s worth
The trip

Take a deep breath
And be brave
Sometimes it’s okay
To misbehave

I’m right here
Never far
Not afraid
Of who you are

Because i’ve glimpsed
Behind your slight
Veneer of bitterness
And I saw light