Poetry

[Adena]

Innocent Blood

Underneath the ocean.
Frozen. Silent.
The frost of evil.
Handprints on ice.
Sacred ground.
Broken. Quiet.
The breach of the river
A kick from beneath.
The memories all buried so deep in the past.
This life was cut too short too fast.

[Adena]

Seven Sirens
for C.

Like a goddess
rising
moonbeams scattered
raindrops
like keys of a piano
falling
wind through the trees
last seconds
falling.
Oh, dear heart.
You are the silver tear.

[Adena]

This Is Not A Poem

Screw you and your innocence.
Screw you for throwing it away.
Screw you for using me like this.
You've ruined every day.

Screw you for being pretty.
Screw you for being weak.
Screw you for standing between me and the sun.
My outlook is now bleak.

Screw you for being perfect.
Oh yes. Now I see.
Screw you for being loved by all.
Screw you for hurting me.

[Adena]

Get Out Of My House

Get the f*ck out and don't come back
It's thanks to you I start to crack
I don't want to talk to you any more
Get the f*ck out so I can slam the door.

[Adena]

Left Behind

It is the crash and roll of the angry sea.
Sweeping up the living who yearned to see the end.

The tide has gone.
It took my world.
Piece by piece.
Straw hair - silk hair
storm girl - tall man.
Hard hand.

When you're falling
you don't hear the calls behind.
Your eyes are on the raging tide.
Hoping the lost will return again.

And all it would take is to fall
for you to wash out with the waves.
To finally have the peace that you crave.

[Adena]

Breaking The Rules

I have no patience for iron bars
I'll be Houdini - escape to the stars
You can't lock me up in your tiny jails
My spirit is as strong as new steel nails
I couldn't care less about your book of rules
To blindly follow makes you fools
I'm afraid I can't be snatched and caged
My open defiance is a fuel for my rage.

[Adena]

The Siren and the Priest

Standing outside, my head to the stars, I sing.
Trying to put voice to every pain tonight will bring.
I long to slip so silently beneath the waves.

Silence, brethren. Jesus saves.
He told me what to do with this willful child.
With Satan's help, the girl ran wild.

I sit alone, wiping tears, remembering my past.
I want to die. Let me go, and make it fast.
Evil is coming. Its toothless mouth is open. It grins.

He taught me to save her from all her sins.
She was a temptress, a heathen thing.
She did not understand what God can bring.

I tried to fight, but I was weak.
The horrors I saw left my outlook bleak.
The mirror on the wall betrayed the lies.

Watch her! Look! See how she cries!
Her tears are the mark of a demon submerged!
She's evil. It's duty. Her heart must be purged.

The church was there to take my crown.
They dressed me in a sinner's gown.
They tried and failed to make me drown.
But they could never hold me down.

To escape, I fly above the sea.
I sing to every ship I see.
Listen, sailors. This is me.
I choose to be a siren, and it sets me free.

[Adena]

Neon Lights

the night flashes before them
hurting their eyes
a cat yawns
a child cries
a woman turns away from the light
the shadow in the centre cannot give up her fight
a red-haired girl wakes up screaming
a blonde-haired woman keeps on dreaming
a silk-haired ghost walks through the door
the night went wrong because they all wanted more

[Adena]

Look Closer
for C, S and M

Have you ever seen a shadow
in your best friend's eye?
Have you ever seen them turn away
scared of what might be?
Have they ever flinched beneath your touch?
Have they cried when it seemed not to matter much?
Please - I beg you - look closer.
Watch for the signs
that something is wrong.
Hold out a hand.
Don't let them cry alone.
They are precious.
Don't let their spirits slip away.
Don't let them fall from grace.
Help them to live another day.

[Adena]

Shiver

Night time
Child's time
Thin spindly legs watching from the wall
I think I am alone
But am I simply wrong?
Checking every corner
Finding things
Yellow roses
Twisted cobwebs
Satisfied that there is no one there
I'd never dare to sing
if anything was listening.

Night time
Song time
Operatic notes bouncing down the halls
The spider and the mouse
are there without my blessing
as I hit the top of the octave
a high-pitched note of sorrow
and shock the creatures in the shadows.
I sing and I sing... and I shiver.

[Adena]

The Shadow Girl

No words.
Tiger running inside her head.
She sits alone on a hard wooden bench.
Recalling the scars.
Screaming in her mind.
High-pitched.
Bloodcurdling.
An animal's scream.
She lives a life like an animal's death.
Trapped inside her world of colour.
Each memory - a stain.
She used to scream out loud.
But the slaps
stinging
taught her silence.
Now she just bruises.
Marks on alabaster skin.
From walls - floors - trees.
Whatever wood she sees.
And she bleeds.
She will die until the day that the tiger runs free.

[Adena]

Child

Eclipse
of the black sun
Child
watching from the window
Eyes shining
hands splayed
Catching the pearls
of forbidden light

Deep
inside the adult's mind
Sorrow
like nothing known
Eyes fearful
heart smashed
Knowing once and for all
what might have been...

[Adena]

Silence

These are the words
we do not write.
These are the feelings
we keep out of sight.
This is the reason
we don't say a word.
We know our cries
will not be heard.

[Adena]

What Might Have Been

Before the fall
she wanted to be a doctor.
To help people, even back then.

When she fell
she screamed for help.
But she was ignored by the doctors - all men.

Chlamydia, they said
shaking their heads.
When will these kids ever learn?

They were blind to the pain
she carried inside.
If they'd seen, they'd have known why she yearned.

If they had looked closer, this would not be.
The bird in the cage just might have flown free.
She could have helped those who'd seen what she'd seen.
But now she is gone. It is what might have been.

[Adena]

Genetics

A baby is born with a twisted gene.
Nobody knows what it might mean.
It could be one of any number of things.
It could be a blessing - an angel of kings.
But unhappy people get pregnant each day.
They think that babies dispel the grey.
Both mum and dad were unhappy as h*ll.
And they've given the gene to their baby as well.
The fog is already invading her brain.
Her dear parents' genes mean she'll live in pain.
Her laughter and hurt will be equally scorned.
One day she'll wish she had never been born.