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.

40.

Photographs strobe beneath lids
echo from one year to the next,
determined flashes
regurgitating phantoms,
specks ingrained
self absorbing,
once alive.

Tenderness
captures the black
and the not so white,
smudging realism
torn by rigid belief.

Voices
of the kaleidoscope collide.

© 2009 Michaela James

Room 119

Ambers light half my night,
spirits lashed consume
Sunday service,
collection tin bankrupt
bar a few pennies, heaven
teasing the misguided notion
of eternity

Gideon sells the lie,
a warrior in God’s name
placed with every sordid interlude
upon the king in room 119,
judged
I grasp the final gasp

Honour quelled with vanity
broken, drowned
as the rolling blanket draws me in,
tears hung by a thread spliced
finely cut, my cross to bear, disdain
tongue draped and dry
upon the desert, each halo alight.

© 2009 Michaela James.