Madame

Laced in spots
And spotted lace
Teetering in the air

Hair piled high
Decked in feathers
And bright eggs adorned

Voice, false, dripping
A painted mask
Altering to your presence

All fake
Trying to hard
To gain his attention

Enough

Penny Addition

Blood, Bitter in my mouth
As I bite my tongue
To hold back hateful words, spills

My rate warranted
Led by your coquettish ways
That break shaken ground

No beauty you posses
Nor great intellect
But you were simple

And he alone

Peacock

If I didn't love you
My dear
Then I would hate you

An opinion always expressed
But never in due time
Always out of place

Your thoughts and actions contradict
With a poor self image
And a mismatched personality

For every flaw I raise
And many more not said
Thousand praises wait

forever shining

Knave of Hearts

Everyone finds the place
That they call home
Surrounded by the things they love

But not him
He flits between groups
Not knowing where to land

Like a bee
Pestering everyone
While looking for something sweet

If he were to pick a flower
A passion; a love
And fly less

Maybe he'd be calmer
In his hive
Shared by others

To Be Healthy

Although pain rips through my body
Each breath a battle
I will not bat an eye

My spine contorts itself
Eight years of freedom
I was given, lost in time

Born into the smoke
I've never breathed clean air
Instead chocked down black

Emotional abuse
Inflicted upon me
Deep into my bones

But love and music
Hide all this
So I can pretend

Hidden Behind

loud music
a forced smile
and an absence of emotion

bright clothing
warmth and understanding
every written word

My Family

a beloved engineer, long since past
the stay at home mom with an abusive attitude
a little boy goofing off to hide his sorrow
the teen, fighting the world with a fake smile
and an unborn twin and a lost brother