Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Men are beasts.
Even the good ones
betray.
get away from me
He got mean
and you
loved him still.
Happens all the time.
he’s not
always like this.
Afterwards
he won’t remember.
blueberry kisses
and he’ll protect you.
You watch him sleep
in beastly shivers,
waiting
for the savage
to call your name.
Good and evil battle
like lovers.
She lies still
and he, tortured,
the bloody sword sliding
through her fingers.
As winter snow
brings forth blossoms
pushing hope from the frozen ground,
what was good in him returns.
Breathing his name,
she holds him,
though their time is almost gone.
They kiss, as in a dream,
and say I love you,
but it doesn’t save them.
But, this time,
it does save the world.
close your eyes
and let me guide you to the darkness
No home.
No heart.
No breath.
Just here.
Just barely.
All the blossoms,
all the hope
held so deeply in her heart,
disappear,
as in a rear view mirror,
and leave her standing,
just barely,
and the world keeps turning,
as worlds tend to do.
encased in stone
lie my secrets
in the darkness hides my love
he was no longer the man
she had loved, but now a beast
mocking all she found sacred
making her bleed whenever possible
how she had asked for it by loving him
how she held hands with suffering’s cause
if i am worthy
the stone will soften
and take me with him into hell
she knew he was evil
she had tasted it even before he turned
but had believed love could protect them from the world
the first time he hit her
it felt like betrayal
the second time, punishment
they take your soul
then give it back and call it suffering
she was strong
but the blows damaged her
in places no one could see
she saw
the world’s sorrow
and felt unpure
close your eyes
and let me guide you through the darkness
she was destined
by the suffering
by the suffering in her soul
the demon’s breath
is merely waiting
waiting to inhale
They’re not my words,
but I say them over
and over
until you hear
my pain.
I bring sunshine
to feed
your darkest hunger.
Behold a single rose
upon the door,
its scent filled with memory.
Music invites me in,
act one closing
but much still ahead.
Champagne and hope
climb the stairs,
calling out your name.
Candles flicker,
the dream light fading,
shivering as it slips away.
Your face lies
in shades of gray
upon my pillow,
and grief
fills my heart
where love once lived.
Petals still moist,
the music echoes
in my ears.
Flames of passion
burn my soul,
now lost forever.
if love is obsession
aren’t we merely rodents
lusting after cheese
* * *
If everybody
loved me
it would be,
well,
odd,
potentially dangerous,
and
would take
all the fun
out of feeling
unwanted
and
invisible.
And who
would want that?
Lurking in the shadows,
the creature in you haunts me.
Running on instinct,
the moon guards my passion.
Drawn by the tides,
two dark sides meet,
the animal becoming
less frightening in the light.
Love reeks
of all things dank and dangerous.
I must let go,
take a chance on being bitten.
one last time
he calls her name
then returns to
what he was before
a soulless bastard
what they all are
once we give
our love away
* * *
Something wrong upon awakening.
The warm boy missing,
kidnapped perhaps
by his deepest emotion,
frightened perhaps by his soul.
She is aware of nothing
but the afterglow.
The girl
sneaks out a window
to meet her love.
A woman,
by the front door
she returns,
feeling safe for a moment,
then sparks light the atmosphere
as the boy crosses over.
A man takes his place,
filled with passion,
but devoid of kindness.
Emptied of all
that made him a man.