Rest in Peace

When I die
And my heart is laid out bare for all to see,
I would rather it be torn and tattered,
stitched up, repaired, and seemed.
Loved.
Than to have it intact, untouched, unused,
Bright, clean, and pristine.

A.R.M.
10/03/15

Tip Tap

I heard the rain tip-tapping on the window

and I wished I was beside you

enveloped in your arms

my head upon your chest

the sound of your heartbeat in my ear

the warmth of your bare skin warding off the chill.

My teardops keep time with the rain.

I've never felt so far away from you.

A.R.M.

10/04/15

My Precious

Sometimes I think I am Gollum
and you are The Ring,
and my desire to embrace My Precious,
my desire not to be parted from you,
has driven me mad.

A.R.M.
10/04/15

The Cutting of Poesie Millay

angry red slashes across lily white skin
she once promised her mother she'd never do it again
but what good are words when the heart is in pain
angry red slashes and the blood spills again

her face a matted mess covered in snot and tears
her wails echo in the bathroom but nobody is around to hear
the linolieum tiles are smeared in blood red
and she can't clear out the voices that keep ringing in her head

she dials his cell phone to ask for his help
but he doesn't answer so she relies on herself
which is a mistake indeed for as the phone drops
she picks up the knife... she can't make herself stop

he finds her on the staircase covered in tears and blood
and drags her to the kitchen to find out what she's done
as he rinses her off his voice rises with fear
"Is this it, is this all, are there any more cuts here?"

and they sink to the floor seated side by side
her head hung in shame while his panic attack subsides
both of them in tears and hearts filled with pain
as they vow to each other
never
never
never again

A.R.M.
01/22/04

Can't Keep

“I’m not yours to keep”

He tells me.

I roll over to fall asleep.

A.R.M.
08/2015

Flowers

“These roses have thorns”

the florist said.

I grabbed a handful…

and bleed I will, until I’m dead.

A.R.M.
09/02/15

Quidado

If the sign had said,

“DANGER – DO NOT ENTER”.

I never would have walked in.

But the sign said,

“ENTER AT OWN RISK.”

So I did.

A.R.M.
09/09/15

Morning

I can feel myself slowly coming to.

Eyes are closed, I’m not yet awake.

I can tell by the lack of sunlight through my window

that the new dawn has yet to break.

Sweet dreams of slumber fading,

I open my eyes, a sleepy-headed girl, 

and sigh wistfully for the visions retreating

as the alarm welcomes me back to the real world.

A.R.M.
02/24/15

Gone Girl

open road, by the waves

top down, windblown

and blue sky for days.

where are you headed? no compass, no map

hugging the curves - clutch, shift, gas.

L.A. or Boston, or somewhere in between?

time for a new landscape; a changing of the scene.

it’s not the destination, they say

but rather the journey.

off she goes, the redhead in the MG.

A.R.M.
02/03/15

Growing Friends

The sunlight is fading as we are left straying, slowly, one by one.
And I start complying because there's no more denying, the end of summer has come.
We'll speak of each other, like long forgotten lovers, people we used to know -
remembering "when" and remembering again, the time before the snow. We'll laugh as we say, "Remember the day..." as if it were not so far past,
wishing it was next year, to see our friends dear - oh summer, why can't you last?
"Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling" isn't that the way it goes?
But inside my heart, where it's broken apart, the green grass of summer still grows.

A.R.M.
08/02/01