24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Legs and eyes
Nothing in between
Looks that kill
Silk raven hair shining in the dark
Lures you in
Powerless
You are hooked
No intention of forever
Yet there is no return
Just a night
Just a taste
Fear not my friend
You are not the first
Nor the last
To cross this widow and her insatiable appetite
If he could know
if he could see,
if he could sense
what’s in my thoughts.
He knows how many
want him now.
fame revealed just
so much how.
I’d stroke his hair
look in his eyes,
since I can dream
I’ll make him mine.
BREAK NECK SPEED
Life moves at break neck speed,
full throttle, balls to the wall, waiting for no one.
So why should I?
I’ve spent most of my life putting others first, silencing my heart,
dying to the dreams coursing through my blood, pouring out of my soul,
so that they could live and embrace their dreams.
Always out of love, never out of obligation.
But how quickly they forget and move on, though I never forget them.
Full throttle, balls to the wall, waiting for no one, I am a train.
A train leaving and entering each station,
slowing down only to allow people to jump on board.
If you’re going my way, what are you waiting for? Jump!
If you want to be a part of my journey, my life,
then find the courage and take a leap of faith!
The invitation is sent, but I can’t stop, I can’t brake, I can’t wait,
for those who don’t know what they want.
Find the courage and take a leap of faith, I’m not as scary as you think.
Tell your insecurities to shut up! You’re good enough just as you are!
We can run the same race, as friends, not competitors.
If I spend time with you, or if I want to, I already think you’re amazing.
I’ve already said enough goodbyes for a thousand lifetimes. No more.
But I am no fool – I read between the lines and silence says everything.
I see the truth and will not accept fickle behavior.
You are free to stay and free to go.
Life moves at break neck speed, so I’m making up for lost time.
But don’t just believe the highlight reel of my smile,
there’s always more to every life, a thousand facets like a diamond.
I dare you to see my eyes, my soul, the abyss that is my mind.
I dare you to see the darkness that lies within me, without running away.
I can see in the dark and help you find your way,
I can light up the darkness with a single word, or sit in it for awhile.
Just remember, I am always free to stay and free to go.
— Saskia Lynge / Hour 4
The darkness creeps over me,
but it is something I can never see.
The way people look at me,
I wonder what they see??
The real me?
Often, Black Widow, you emerge
seemingly from the walls
in the damp, dark,
undisturbed coal room.
You couldn’t just enter
the room. No,
your eight legs swift
in spurts of three.
One-two-three.
Stop.
One-two-three.
Stop.
Your pregnant belly
swollen.
The red hour glass
pulsating.
Who were you looking for?
Sexual cannibalism, lusting
for your next victim.
Venom sloshing
in your glands.
Vibration.
You play dead.
He approaches.
You flick silk.
Tenderly,
liquefying
his organs
through fangs
so deep.
checkered shirt, checkered past
heart shaped buttons, heart of gold
sunflower print pants, sunny disposition
diamond studded skulls, diamonds in her eyes
clothing, personality
fashion,
an inverted telescope of the soul
into the world
Once there was a happy fly,
Roaming here, hopping there,
One day a spider saw her
Slowly, steadily moving towards the fly
The spider took her in the grip of her eight legs
As the first leg tightened, the fly lost concentration
The second one took her energy
The third made her aware of her helplessness
With the fourth leg on her, the fly became hopeless
Inability to sleep was the fifth gift of the spider to the fly
She did not want to do the things she liked, and that was the sixth gift to the fly by the spider
She became more and more sad about her condition and this was the gift of the seventh leg of the spider
As the eighth leg started gripping her,the fly herself wanted to die
And hence the spider of depression fulfilled her last wish by ending the worst journey of her life
Terror,
the scratch of thin,
chitinous,
way-too-many
legs
across porous drywall.
Breath
hissing,
coating my tongue
in whisper-light webs.
Panic,
skittering and skating
through my belly
and across my chest,
strumming taut muscles and
gnawing the back of my eyes.
My teeth rattle
in counterpoint.
Words,
some hyperbolic,
others too cutesy to cause any harm.
Anything but The Word,
with its six letters and
two syllables,
because six plus two
equals eight.
Frozen,
I am alone, envenomed,
cocooned in a shuddering,
leaking,
shivering,
sobbing
slab of quivering flesh.
Would you never
Would you never
try to seek
everything thou left to
me? Would you never tell
me thy
existence was based on this love?
It is not to be asked
It is earned, given without being asked to
Respect begets respect
You asked and it will served to you, reluctantly
You don’t yet it will be handed to you without qualms
And (not) vice versa.
Giving respect to one who’s disrespectable
Is quite a dilemma, really
But sometimes it is necessary
To show one’s breeding and a bit of civility
Or common courtesy, perhaps?
Still, respect is the ammunition
Of one who is disrespectful
A dilemma indeed