Checkmate

11-11-14

Derailed, lost in the tracks
I know it’s already a checkmate
but I don’t want to reset the pieces.

I want to see the queen
cornering my last piece.
Yes, I am the king,
she is the queen.

She is ivory, I am ebony.
She will never be mine.

With all the rooks, bishops, knights,
and her king standing beside her-
I stand across them, looking at her,
awaiting my fateful demise.

I am the only piece.
No queen, no pawn.

But I won’t back down
for it’s the checkmates
I am looking for.

In front of her,
with nowhere else to go,
I know it’s the closest I can be
for me to be her own.

Withdrawal

11-10-14

Drifting away from reality seems easy.

Yes, maybe it truly is.

But recovering from the truth is absolutely

a hard thing.

The truth isn’t friendly, but it is

the only thing deserving of trust.

Bathing in the glory of your resplendence

may be nourishing for the soul, 

but I bathe in waters I do not own.

I am a trespasser, an alien—

an outcast to whom I have considered

my home.

What is better,

your sweet, sweet poison

or the bitterness of truth?

Should I continue injecting myself

of lethal doses of your beauty, 

or let go of the syringe and face

the cruel withdrawal from fantasy?

I’d rather face death than a lifetime of pain.

When Goddesses Do Not Deserve to Shed Tears

10-18-14

Even God himself said

not to throw pearls to the swine

nor to settle for tomorrow.

Yet now I see you grasp the sand

and hold on to water.

I see life drain in your eyes

as you lie exhausted.

With every ounce of strength you gave,

you ended up empty-handed.

I’ve seen enough women cry in my day,

I’ve seen the oceans rise.

And it hurts to see another one

when goddesses do not deserve to shed tears.

Let me tell you this.

Your tears are diamonds.

The ground does not deserve them

nor the greed of foolish men.

Know that you are a deity that deserves worship,

not a charlatan in men’s charade.

And though you have shed enough blood and tears,

to someone’s eyes, somewhere in this world,

they are rubies and diamonds scattered in the ground.

He’ll pick them up piece by piece,

and find their owner by chance,

or perhaps by destiny.

And he’ll say the words, “I do not deserve this,

no one does.”

He’ll grant you new eyes to see the world to realize, 

there are countless things in this

world that are much worth shedding

diamonds for.

~x