My poems

Invisible

I cower in the dark
Alone
I scream
But no one hears me
They just walk on by
Can't look me in the eye
My cries are drowned out
by their laughter
Just walk
Over me
Around me
Don't look down
My pain
Intensified
By their indifference
Am I
Invisible?
Or Are They
Blind?
-M.P. '91-

Untitled

Love half-guessed my sincere intentions
And veiled my awkward nakedness
Contemplation marred by fears muted
Now rage unabated,
My soul can no longer contain.
I trembled with a passion
You elicited with one touch
Warmth of sweet breathe
Like a rose caressing
Virgin skin.
But love reclaimed what I could not purchase,
It refused what my desires tried.
Once the spirit that moved the immovable
And illuminated where only darkness trod,
Became a dagger that scarred
A life which, for death, yearned and cried.
Passion resurrected
That which for birth a-waited,
Tortured one whose life,
By Chance, denied.
Love revealed its dual existence,
Creator and destroyer both.
With a hesitance that only pain can wrought,
Reflection precedes unveiling,
Searching for love's vision, blind,
For petal-soft lips to heal
The scars that fear's sheer robe cannot hide.
 -M.P. Oct. '95-

Sinner's Demise

Enveloped in this hazy, dazed confusion
Attempting to incise the daydreams, the illusions
The fantasies that detrimental to my life exist
Succumbing to temptations I can no longer resist
Inhibitions laid low
I slowly let go
Of all childhood lessons not fully learned
Dancing towards hell's fire, wanting to be burned
Feigning deafness to angelic whispers
Reserved for immoral spirits and impenitent sinners
Raising a trembling hand to my eyes
To block my vision of the sinner's demise.
-M.P. Jan. '96-