Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
I am blinded by your memory.
The waters sailed now make me seasick.
Do you think I like you in my heart,
gnawing holes until it hangs in lacy strings?
Love is strangling me, like a madman in the night.
Like an arrow in my back, love attacks me.
You slam love in my face like a door
and I choose to believe it means you care.
I see you in blue, all soft around the edges.
In the end, we’re all soft around the edges.
I can be good if you need good.
I can drown in good if you can swim.
The vampire princess asked him to join her
and he saw the light no more.
He was gentle once, before his soul was taken,
penning piles of pitiful sonnets filled with longing.
The dark girl found his gentleness charming,
but loved him even more when he was wicked.
So he was wicked.
Her perfect poet and provocateur
made powerful by blood and by love.
A century later, she abandoned him, and the heart
that ceased to beat the night she turned him
tore apart.
Only forbidden love began to mend
his heart’s tattered secrets. The Slayer.
A spirit so hot to the touch it burned him nightly.
She made him cry. She made him rage.
He was covered in her, consumed by her,
concerned for her.
He was in love and she wanted him dead.
He wanted to breathe her in, but he had no breath.
Here begins his journey to recover the soul
he lost so long ago. To give birth again to the poet within.
she chances
to see them together
bile
what was once love
rises up
into her throat
she runs away
slipping on deceit
and falls to her death
her heart impaled
on betrayal’s sword
* * *
Love,
my disease
most desperate,
ripped from the vine
like raspberries,
red ripe and squashed
beneath my feet.
Love has me
shattered
into bitty pieces,
has left me smoldering.
Violet dark
and brooding,
love promises
to destroy us all.
Pain deeper
than a stake
through love’s
bitten heart,
so deep
is the river
I might
drown.
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
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.
Red is the garden
of my passion.
Ruby slippers crush you
beneath my feet
like raspberries,
luscious, lovely, raspberries.
Devotion divides
light from darkness.
Candles glow, even in the wilderness.
I keep thinking I’ve lost you.
My dress flows like wine
into your glass.
We dream,
our future tied by blood
if not by love,
not anymore.
We flee through
the cold and rain,
seeking comfort,
neither of us knowing
what love means, not before this.
The storm awakens me, screaming
for what might have been.
Blood roses.
I cry your name
one last, lonely time.
Then the world moves on.
In my lavender sweater,
I pirouette,
feeling weary,
seeking comfort
on your pillow.
Tarot cards, dance with me,
grant me kisses when I’m scared.
In my white sweater,
I pace
beneath the full moon,
finding you again
after many lifetimes.
Tarot cards, tell me tales
l can’t remember.
In my darkest gown,
I fall,
seeking strength
in sorrow,
enough to rise again.