Puppet Master

You have strung me up, puppet master
From your fingers this plaything clings
I’ll do the giddy tap dance numbers
As you tug on my dainty heartstrings
Suspended on a pretty stage
With a grin painted permanent
Chocolate locks cast in ringlets
A shiny wooden marionette
Watch her curtsy up and down
What a graceful little doll
In her cute glittering costumes
Ruffled shirts, skirts and all
I’m at your service, puppet master
Twist me, bend me, shake me
I’ll be your silly little toy
And smile as you break me

I Hate Winter

Tendrils of peppermint tingle the insides of my nostrils

Spilling tiny needles onto my tongue until I taste blood

Right before stinging my eyes to the hell before me

Glass forever shattering pierces the insides of my skull

While my fleshy exterior is victim to another adversary

Chipping away at the numbness of my chilled skin

So frigid it burns where there is traitorous feeling

A wintry underworld holds no better fitting welcome

Can't Sleep

Bloodshot eyes are distracted by darkness

Refusing to close for more than a moment

While a restless heartbeat pounds steadfast

From thoughts in a mind anything but dormant

Silence makes the wall clock thunder

Millions of crickets’ whispers turn to shrills

Unsure hands play love hate with blankets

As the body switches from sweat to chills

A crumpled face begs for sweet slumber

Held ransom by some tickled fiend

With a pinch of sand in steady fingers

Each minute, a stolen dream