Gold Coins
Gold coins holding
The little things
Precious that I feel
In every song
I play in the rain
Getting quieter as
I float into sleep
Keeping gold coins
In my palms
For safety, to anchor
My dreams to my heart
Even after the world is gone
After I healed this pain
Digging me inside out
Into even more besides
Gold coins holding
The little things
Precious that I feel
Words Elude
Exact words elude
Swim around in my coffee
Cooling rapidly beside paper
Determined to be more
More than blank on this day
Where ink runs and hides
For the words have interests
Elsewhere, anywhere but here
With them and the paper
Better to swim and sink
Into the coffee grounds
Than make marks of the heart
Visible for all to read
Exact words elude
Swim around in my coffee
Patterns they make just as lovely
As the ones they could make
With ink on the paper beside
My coffee cup’s forlorn nature
A sentinel on my desk in wait
For more to come soon enough
Even as exact words elude
Strigoi
Strigoi seeking me out
As I run from, run to
Downy softness of my bed
Drenched in blood long forgotten
Still dripping down to floorboards
Warped like dreams of escape
Fascinating in experimental essence
Roaming around unguarded misguided
As I run to, run from
Strigoi seeking me out
In general torrid necrophilia
Brighter than the morgue’s steel
Surrounding me in glimmers
Dance like stars in night
Behind my closing eyes slowly
As I run to, run from
Downy softness of my bed
Pinned
Shield my face from
A million things I
Wanted to say, to save
Within my tears I
Brought to accentuate demise
Breaking along my calves
Bruising and bleeding myself
Dry to hide lies of others
Pinned too long in my insides
Struggle to remove them
Pins pierce and prick in
Their eager vengeance
Wanting to stay as my flaws
When I just want to be
The song inside lingering
Beneath others’ lies
Falling Asleep
Falling asleep while my mind
Wanders into the night sky
Lit by bright stars burning
Through the shadows lurking
Deeper inside than anticipated
Losing count of the memories
I wish to replace, rid myself of
I tried so hard to run away
Run away into the night sky
Only to be denied by my own
Hubris, shortcomings I never
Saw stalking me in the ends
Ribbons weaving together to
Tie me a noose for my mind
As I fall asleep once more
Wandering into the night sky
N.L. Riviezzo ~ These Words I Scribble 