Zombies and Birds

Zombies with my lady.
Its going to be a night.














There was a starling, gliding across the midnight air.
She perched herself atop the burning social ladder and laughed.
I want nothing more than to be that starling.

To Be Continued...

I wish I could say I was unaffected by your everythings.

Tug to dance.

I will be your marionette, skin like porcelain, limbs like dying flowers in a storm.
I will hang limp until you pull on me, just do it gently.
Each tug drives me crazy, makes me spin, makes me cringe.
My strings are spider webs and my body, freshly cut wood that feels.
My dress is only silk and lace, weightless in the breeze of the morning.
With pursed lips I'll sway in silence. A delicate pout screaming to vent.
I cannot cry on the outside with these eyes painted eyes. I wouldn't if I could. I wouldn't if I could.
So tug on me, I'm your marionette, I'm your puppet, I'm controlled by your fingers.
Have no worries, I cannot cut my own string.
I'll learn to live with this.
I'll learn to live like this.
I'll learn that there is more out there.
Feel free to use me, I won't cry out.

Feline Tendencies

I'm a feline of a different sort, too young to be de-clawed, too old not to know better.
Embedding my nails into fragile things, leather and lace, tablecloth and tapestry, satin and silk.
Not out of malice, just out of mere curiosity for the underneath.
With elegant arches I will climb, I will bend, and I will posses.
With soft pads I will prance, I will move without sounds, I'll creep up from behind.
With inquisitive minds I will dig, I will pry, I will uncover.
Don't ask me to put you back together, I will only bury your pieces.
Don't ask me to make glue of my words, I will only give you silence.
Don't ask me to make light of a situation I will only leave you in the dark.
Too swift to be steady
Too slick to stay
Too smart to settle