"Because Of You - (Joie De Vivre (Moins Di Cinquante))".

I have fallen in love,
a near broken woman,
aches and scars igniting her beauty
more than shades of pink or red
could ever have.

Each crease and every tear,
her glint with that smile.

Oh to dance just one life, with you,
adore and keep for you,
to hold your hands and feel alive.

My heart, as always was and is
forever yours, starved.

Michaela James ©2017.

Pink Raven 1221™

(See also S.A.E.) 

"Seven."

We seek impoverished realms

take all we survey,

trample the tide of humanity

dismember love.

Peer into our void

eyes full and green

waiting

watching

wanton

the congregation we hold.

Their belief's rip the ether

open doors,

empowerment

without choice

our number swollen with

seven signs carved

disciples crave

pulling every sinner

before our truth.

Brethren,

we are not the number of the beast

nor God

whom glide effortlessly

through lore

and dreams

humankind mirrored in every ill

thought conceived

the image created

before you

as we unleash from every corner.

Faith and hope

will draw their final breath.

© 2008/2017 Michaela James.

Fifteen 05.

Guilt full view

blinds

Sentiment hanging, threads

And she said

''Fifteen 05''.

Contrived and

Convicted

Convoluted.

Slaughtered 

her very words that laid me bare.

© 2014 Michaela James.

Future Past.

engrave

every memory

cradle inevitability

detail vague

incomplete 

soothsayer says.

© 2014 Aug 18th - Michaela James 

Pink Raven 1221™

Anon ~ 1969-2013.

The alcoholic sip of air

immerses the pain,

rage ripples the iris

takes hold of my tears

rips apart the joy of life washed in sin

despair focused

prepares the stench of death

bathed in lust

the addiction that itches the skin

crawls beneath,

waiting

for the moment of uncontrolled fever

smirks in the corner

as I bite another piece of me.

The wax baked on limp dreams

that I was special

within the fire of hate

the circle of make believe

my lover goodbye,

my friend and confidant

my alter ego.

© 2015 Michaela James.

Self Addressed Envelope.

Because you loved me

   you abandon me

dress fear

  with fear itself

          reflecting

          immersing
every shadow quivering

snapping her hand writing wrongs

you taint me

       shame me

                   hate me

When said and done

                create me?

Because you loved me

   you abandon me            

 redress truth

 with the contempt I deserve

                                 yet

         
she is still poetry

            her poisoned pen

                  twelve years to spill spit 

                                     
friendship dead.

All that's left

           
a letter to one's self.

© 2014 Aug 18th - Michaela James 

Pink Raven 1221™

Black Carnival.

Dreamscapes collide

blur the edges,

the canvass of carnage

a carnival

I sleep

one eye open,

watch death patiently pace

my shallow sanctuary

I fall thro' the keyhole

of indifference, maybe

it's better to go

than wake the wanton wanderings

of my vacant heart

The bed of nails aches

for my penance,

the genius of sorrow

embedded

being born

I cry

Madness made immortal

by the shatter of what was left behind

humankind.

2015 Michaela James.