Cabinet of Curiosities

I chose a night to start things over
and in a sea of jaded faces
I erased my own chronology
Becoming indecipherable I wove a world of mad indulgence
Lost in my paradise of animalistic fervor
You conjured a festival for me
with ruby elixir flowing over
from the rhythmic explorations
Staining satin like the prints left on the moon
You warmed my inhibitions and tempted all the sprites
Among the Elements we forged our chrysalis
As jays with sapphire wings circled around our heads
Breaking free, we dipped our toes into liquid majesty
The rippling reaction outrunning our breaths
as the silhouettes grasped the supple branches
Flirting in the vines with pomegranate lips
We panted prayers not to repeat
But crimson rose with velvet petals
Could not hide us from the beasts
In my Garden of Earthly Delights
The sun did set and the birds turned black
The city walls drew shadows over golden eyes
Our chalices of self-indulgence marked by fingerprints
Catalogued our sins
Calling forth the demons who were here before us
They were promised passion and delicacy
The heart surmounts the mind
And just the same, you made a puppet out of me


“Some people relate their insides to a war or tragedy taking place – one they can not win. I don’t see it that way. I feel that the war is around us, and our souls are the quiet aftermath where a soldier walks around with his ears ringing and too much trauma to feel anything at all.”

– Brianna Pastor, Stop Chasing Ghosts

Transient Travesties

He tells me this is temporary
It’s just a warped piece of your mind
He tells me drink the water
You’ll be fine in just due time

He tells me stop your pondering
Write it just to burn it down
But flames just torch the fragments
The memory is whole and mine

So I dance again, just like a child
Knowing night will come here soon
Press my fingers on the keys
Thinking they’ll transfer me to you

But my words, they throw such tantrums
I’ve lost the strength now to be idle
I envy when I was your idol

So another season starts and I push back the time
Pretending that you live with me, on mine
Walking with head high and my optimistic smile
But like the sun, peaking from buildings
I hide in the corners of my maze

I don’t think it’s temporary
Because light no longer seems to scatter
Yes, I drank to water
Something stronger I would rather

He tells me stop your pondering
Make a choice, right here, right now
Do you want what you have asked for
Or are you wronging all your rights?

Look at the map from which you’ve started
See how far it is you’ve come
Or if you’d trade your soul for gold
Who would you rather you become?

“And that taught me you can’t have anything, you can’t have anything at all. Because desire just cheats you. It’s like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it—but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you’ve got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone.”

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and the Damned

At A Loss

How do you explain the fashion in which the crisp breeze
wraps around the slender figure of a skater
As she pirouettes atop the freshly polished ice
Whipping her body like a snake around its prey
To one that’s never stepped into a pair of skates
Laced tight around their ankles
or seen the light reflect across the surface of the rink?

How do you explain the feeling of soil, trapped beneath your fingernails
Hands stained brown, muggy and smelling of the earth
Back hunched as sweat drips from every pore
To one that hasn’t waited for the rain
to ease the sweltering heat of the midday sun
or lived through taxing toil?

How do you explain home to someone that wakes up to a new view outside their bedroom window every few months?
Or to someone who knows that for them, there is neither a house nor home?
Where friends are figments from stories they’ve heard
And the only constant is the shirt they acquired years ago
And no amount of smiles or spare change will repaint the scenery

How do you explain the absence of worry and fear to someone that fights to suppress their anxious monsters?
When counting sheep keeps their mind sharp and more aware of their own heartbeat
When after every wave of splendor, they prepare for pangs of peril
Because too good to be true is just so

How do you explain unrequited love to someone that has never felt the loss?
Holding fresh coffee in your hands
Staring at the door for the moment
they’ll arrive to take another sip of you
You’ve run dry

How do you explain the weight of the world to someone that’s never held it on their shoulders?
Boulders bearing travesties that break your levees
Leaving you bare to bathe in tragedy

How do I explain my dreams to someone that has long forgotten to lift the brush and paint their own?
The strokes used to be so vivid
You could see the stardust from which they had been born

But most importantly, how do you remind someone that turned their back on life
That their dream was once filled with most ideal landscapes
With freeing breaths and winds pushing with their current


She tumbled relentlessly with the swirling waves
The rhythmic percussion her favorite melody
You could see her glistening as the white fringes rose
Her figure and her hue distorted in the depth
She holds tightly to every over pronounced arch
Refusing to accept her destiny with every waving roar
Lying on the outskirts of the foaming bank
She bears her twisting tapers and pearlescent curves
With sand castles cascading at their feet, no one stops to see
Children sift through stones and run from the jellyfish swept ashore
Lying on the outskirts of the foaming bank
She isn’t what they search for but she would never sting
As they run into the water, she’s buried away beneath the sand
With flecks of silver and gold
Another lifts her up above his head
She catapults into the depths landing effortlessly
Her edges fraying with the days
Her gleam erased by the salt and sun
Undulating, she’s back to mingle with the crusted weeds
Suddenly he stops, admiring the ridges of her remaining fragments
He looks to the horizon
Breathes in the end of summer
And carries her home


Vivid landscapes pour out in words

A million thoughts escaping

Free at last

Hours floating into one

Then as the clock strikes twelve

You shrink back into your shell again


We must start over

So characteristic of your zodiac