The Blind Prince

when i fell onto the thorns they tore out my eyes
and so I stumbled in the dark forest
lost without you my green-haired maiden

all i want is to see your elfin face again
gazing at me with dew-sparked, leaf-eyed wonder
as if i am the only man in the world
(and so, in that tower world made by a witch i was)
but my sockets are empty
caterpillars nest there and the seeds of the rose bush
soon i will have flowers growing from my head
and butterflies flying forth from it

how could i ever have taken sight for granted?
angry at the injustices i saw in the world around me
the beggars in the street, the dying children, my own weakness
my secret fear of even your otherworld features, your shining body
now i wish to see it all, to help and grow, to be worthy of you
to overcome my terror and rescue you as i once promised
but i can only stumble over gnarled roots
like a witch's fingers
sleep on the mossy earth
reaching out for you, maiden, in my sleep
believing i smell violets
and waking with dried leaves crumbling in my hands
and a heart as dead as my eyes

someday you will find me
i know this
for you lifted me to your breast on the ladder of your hair
someday you will weep on my face
as you once did when we lay together in your tiny bed
thanking me for finding you
when even your parents had forsaken

this time your tears will heal me and give me sight
eyes will grow fresh in me like small animals
never again will i fall from you
never again will i refuse to see


  • anaisbelieve Friday, 31 August 2012

    i found your lips a strange velvet hammering into ...

    i found your lipsa strange velvethammering into mycenter i saw you were givena new heartyour scars a swiftreminder to feel each secondof time

  • Imogen Friday, 31 August 2012

    It is dangerous to want things too much. Imagine ...

    It is dangerous to want things too much.Imagine that girlOnce upon a timeWho's kindness to strangersWon her that cursed blessing:With every word you speakFlowers and gems shallPour from your lips.Oh lady, witch, fairy queen,Take this blessingThese precious jewels bruise, thornsTearing her lips intoBlood-slicked, ruby-redLipstick. How many lovers kiss thatMouth, whisperingTell me you need meTell me you love meTell me, tell me.The taste in her mouth.The loneliness ofCloying, rose-scented silence.I wanted more than this.I wanted to see, I askedFor rubies and roses, For what scratched and bruised,For beautiful-dangerous, someThing To fill my poems, and now...Be careful of rubies,Be careful of roses,Be careful of What you wish for.

  • Jessa Marie Wednesday, 29 August 2012

    9. gasp inhale. i am blinded by the beauty of my ...

    9. gaspinhale.i am blinded by the beauty of my own formthe secrets of a womanrevealed in the vulgar splay of thighsthe metamorphosis of touch(now i am alivenow i am afraid)the intake of breathfrozen in my throatthe heat has rushed to my corethe pain of pleasurethe flood of memoriesparalyzed by the fear of dominationthe flight of my spirita butterfly in wintercovered in frosttwitching its wingsthe struggle to survivenever mind soarlonging to curl back into its cocoon(too late my lovethere is no time for regressionyour chrysalis has crumbled)a twinge, a flutterlost in sensationfound in translationthe link!we have discovered the link!riding this wave ofpanic and epiphanyi have escaped before(but what about next time?)i am no small, beautiful creaturehow vain and unrealistici fear being devoured byexpectationstethered by intimidation and roasted overopen flamespounds of fleshto consume(the lightness of wingsbeat somewhere deep withinwaiting for the warmth of springor, at the very least,sanctuaryuntil the thaw.)

  • Yajaira Tuesday, 28 August 2012

    *Your wishes became my thoughts

    *Your wishes became my thoughts

  • Yajaira Tuesday, 28 August 2012

    You struck me blind I could see nothing else but y...

    You struck me blindI could see nothing else but youYour charms like monarchs wingsyour love like camelia petalsI felt that life began and ended with youand so I clung to youlike the memory of breathing when you're drowningor the memory of waking up when you are having nightmareI gave you all I wasmy sightmy wordsmy bodymy love I was all that you wished for me to beWere wishes were my thoughtsYour needs my actionsBut perhaps this was too muchI scared you with so muchYou left without ceremony or goodbyesLeft me broken and yes blindYour monarch wingsYour camelia petalsmine new eyes

  • Molli Gould Tuesday, 28 August 2012

    Afraid of his touch Love's pierce I know that ...

    Afraid of his touchLove's pierceI know that it will break wallsI built to protecthow can I go out on dates, kiss anyone? When I know already what havoc, what hellmouths it will open? Do I move willingly toward this?I will grow parts I didn't know I had it will call out the dead nesting inside meI can feel the padded room that holdsthe wailing witch.I can feel the tears that know death's grief, tears that also have healing properties, have created miracles when combined with the alchemy of love.I'm afraid he'll be reckless with that touchI'm afraid he'll be corrupted by its powerI'm afraid I won't be able to wield my own power he draws outafraid he'll break every piece of my self, so the toxic parts will combine with the kind and acid burn through my being until I'm just a pool, wrecked, dissolved. The careful identity rebuilt/constructed after traumadestroyed.

  • Mika Jones Monday, 27 August 2012

    Perfect perfect

    Perfect perfect

  • Exitonpch Monday, 27 August 2012

    Memory If I make a sound it's an accident lik...

    MemoryIf I make a soundit's an accidentlike the rustle of leaves on a sidewalk.My voice croaks like a toad in reverseunfurling its long tongue and letting goa king.We're petals and wings, we arebits of color unfolded from the blackself-made origamiexcited utterancesthat slip back into hidingwhenever the light burns too strongonly to re-emerge, pushed out of the darkby a breath.We're dirt-encrusted seedssecret turns that one by one become leaves, pistils, stamens, flowers,and seed againwhile seed memory - a flower, a heart - flirts with hovering fliesenticing with sweet exhalesuntil one alights to be stealth painted in pollenfreeloading to the next seed memory.That's all there iswhen the air arrives to lift a wing into flightor brushes petal lips to catch a scented kiss:where you once had eyes for methere is only memory.

  • Teddi Sunday, 26 August 2012

    cover me in butterflies i want to be transformed m...

    cover me in butterfliesi want to be transformedmake me better than i amchange me from withinin the tarot card readingat her apartment above the bakerywhere it smelled like muffins, cookies, and fresh baked breadmy friend's roommate said, this card means you will undergo a metamorphosisit showed an image of an emerging butterflybut there wasn't anything wrong with me thenwhy would i need to change?all these years laterand i've never seen him againthat artist who made sculptureshe had no ideai didn't even knowpeople from then would no longer recognize mei barely recognize myself

  • Krista Sunday, 26 August 2012

    her skin is ghost-like, translucent a shade of pur...

    her skin is ghost-like, translucenta shade of purple on a backdrop of smokey eyes.i touch her right arm and it hatches from a cocoon,a massive wing emerging.moments later the other hatchesand she flies out an open window.i go to my nightstand and light an incenseand a candle in her memory.i lie in bed my arms spread, imagining i am transformingso i might fly away as well, but my arms stay arms,my skin bright pink and my eyes hazel.i stop taking my pills like she did months ago.i watch in the mirror as my skin turns pale and my eyes,full of no emotion, darken with each passing moment.

  • GothicVamperstein Sunday, 26 August 2012

    (Lotus) Muddy and filthy water Nobody cares walkin...

    (Lotus)Muddy and filthy waterNobody careswalking byThey can't seeunderneaththe brown and murkysurfaceSomething growsLater oneveryone stopsto wonderHow beautifulHow can it survive?Lotus flowers(From; http://gothicvamperstein.blogspot.no/2012/08/dikt-lotus.html)

  • Lulu Rose Saturday, 25 August 2012

    "We are like butterflies who flutter for a da...

    "We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it's forever." -- Carl Sagan

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