ChillyBilly

A black rose given to the girl in the black dress Crimson lips and a pale white face Stockings of lace cover the battered skin Bruised and beaten by the years of rejection Her heart cold, hard as a stone Such a friendly person hides on the inside Such beauty that will never see the light Such sweet blood that flows through her veins Now spilling onto the tile Filling the tub with its red shine Soaking into the yellow duck rug that rests beside A red rose given to the girl in the white dress Peach lips and the pale white face Stockings of lace cover the cold skin No bruises of rejection will ever be again Her heart silent, soft

(I watched her lying there) I heard the crash The glass shattering The head hitting the porcelain Her body thumping on the cold floor I didn't rush in I didn't call for help I waited until the sounds stopped Silence from the other room I knew what happened Wet floor Alcohol taking over Like an emotional martini The carpet turned red Steam came from underneath the door I pushed it open   There she was, destitute and alone No tears No sobbing No screams of anger or sadness Just her body and mine, finally alone I left her there In silence As I left the house, Gasoline tank in trunk What a fiery finish To a relationship

I caught a new bird today She was perched on a park bench All alone I brought her home Stuck her in a cage I had built It was built just for her She's a red breasted bird Completely natural From head to toe She tried to fly away As soon as I put her in her new home I had to clip her wings The last bird I had wouldn't stop singing All day and all night she sang She's no longer around, her neck snapped The bird before that wanted to be free Again and again she tried to leave That's what the boards on the windows are for This new bird though So pretty She doesn't make a sound I have learned a lot about caring for my birds

Everyone slowly gathers into the room All of your closest friends and family Here to watch you sleep Lying in your wooden bed you look so peaceful Eyes closed Dreaming How appropriate that you wore your favorite dress to bed Along with your favorite earrings People stand and tell their bedtime stories All about you Today is all about you One after the other they talk Laughing at the funny thoughts Crying sometimes but always warm with you The intricate gold designs that surround your bed become held Carried on the shoulders of the ones closest to you Delicately placed into the car that awaits you And driven like royalty while

The tombstone polished Immaculate in its presentation An engraving of great importance "My sun, my sky, and the air I breathe" Freshly cut flowers meticulously placed Sympathetic letters melted from the rain Memories rush in As a cold breeze rushes past Her voice carried on the wind Her last word burned into my brain Tears run down As knees hit the ground Screams and sobs And angry fists fly Once again her last word Her first word "Daddy"

Nervous Excited Anxious Your heart beating a thousand beats per minute Hands clammy Small beads of sweat roll down your forehead Those butterflies in your stomach trying so hard to break free Nerves on edge Is it hot in here? You feel like your life is running faster than you can ever remember And you're just along for the ride Trying in vain to catch up That strange hand On your back The soft hair between your fingers Eyes become locked Maybe a slow song in the background A candle burning softly Giving a glow like an angel drifting across the floor Goosebumps Skin so smooth it almost feels like air The hairs on the back

If it's true what they say That actions speak louder than words Then how will you act When I take my heart from my chest And place it at your feet?

The blinding white strike of lightning Followed by an outbreak of thunder A screen peeled from its frame A dirty footprint on the clean floor The meticulously cleaned kitchen Welcomes with her panoply of tools Open drawers and shiny metal Wooden handles attached by screws White noise on a television Three a.m. and the signals stopped The foreign boots on the stairs An erratic heartbeat deafened by more thunder A dark hallway Happy in its display of family The closed wooden door Slowly pushed open Careful not to make a sound The hinges recently oiled Dreams of love on satin sheets A strange breath on a stranger cheek There

I drove by your house the other day Been years since I've been back It was strange seeing the old neighborhood God how everything has grown up What's it been, ten, eleven years? Maybe more? Your house looked the same The street looked smaller than before The pine in your front yard has grown quite a bit Taller than your roof now There was a car in the drive Garage was open I wanted so bad to stop in Say hi Tell you how I've been Last I can remember us being together was long ago You took me through my old town Showing me how much it had changed through the years How much you had changed through the years I can remember back

I want to be wired to you I want to feel your electricity Pump through my veins Take your metal strands And pierce my heart Twist around my psyche And rip apart my mind I want to be wired to you And only you