Jasmine Hart

It's funny how my words All become so skewed When they earn refuge In your lost treasure casket At last.

Dark-eyed aureate love descends From austere clouds I've never known, Weaving a framework of crakling flames 'Til my eyes flash and hiss with gold. But how long 'til a youthful ...

My mindset's clouding over, Sunless, smileless, weighted down. Fractured rays and cold cloud wisps Lie writhing on the ground. I'll take my bloody heart out And grant it boom'rang flight, ...

I have allowed myself to be tainted By vampire kisses which have seized my soul Leaving me with the undead acquainted, Where distance could do nothing to console. But still ...

Little pink roses enchanted my eyes, Mouths perfectly formed, their necks stretched in hope, Convinced that they could reach the oak tree's highs Despite each turn of the kaleidoscope. But ...

My heart is an untrained homing pigeon. It will not return once I set it free, Or swoop to avoid head-on collision, Or show the slightest loyalty to me. It ...

The rose turned yellow, then wore a grey fur To keep her warm against condensation Which worked from her source to try to woo her But merely murdered their shared ...

The clock’s face is blank now I’m without you. All substance trickles through my hands like tears Though lessons are stored, I don’t have a clue What bitter sweetness could ...

I loved the taste of his disregard in the morning; It sailed through my being, leaving its hooks To ensure that I ignored every warning No matter how much of ...

I knew a pearl lay on the ocean sand, And, fool that I am, I coveted it. With my plan half-formed and my heart in hand I convinced the inky ...

Mother is downstairs, Hesitant fingers asking The concertina to sing In the dimly lit kitchen. It speaks slowly, new life Taken into her arms Long-barren of child. Their growth intertwines. ...

The cherry-blossom petals are falling like tears into my hair. This is not just some lovers' tryst in a world of Snow Whites, with the fear-hungry birds coming so close ...

I surrendered to the shafts of Sleep which bright Pain could not penetrate; blissful numbing of the mind. Curtains rose before the screen of all that I could not have ...

I think I'm going to ram my fingernails into the back of my hand. With matching charcoal minds we find we can't converse unless through loaded shouts. Mop mop mopped ...

Anorexic egg-timer, no more sand falls through you. I stroke your cold waist and tell you it's thin, tell you you're perfect, and I need you, I need you, but ...

There's a gallery of glasses, half empty of water, displayed on my desk. You told me water would help to sober me up and fight the pain of morning when ...

The rain has made spots on the window panes. Now the long dish of gravel and the almost-jaundiced shrubbery are speckled, so maybe it's time for your arrival. You can ...

After four hours' sleep and too much Chinese food(more than half of which now festers in a drawer),we fisherman-stare at the magical box which now spewsentertainment news and cake contests.The ...

I've seen few birdsthese past two weeks.The robins came, of course,because they love me-or because they are drawn to sorrowand need to hop overand puff out their blood-soaked chestsand look ...

The single-decker bus is bumpy, so much sothat my steadier friends switch places with meso I can cling to the pole like a tight-ropeing cat,or an agnostic to faith, so ...

You called, beloved, how mundane!My hotel number, which must havefaded from the crookof your arm by now -Iknow how you sweat there,how the rash builds up,red and yellow, flakingtowards the ...

Lofty, you peer down at me,cocooned in a waxy orange skin,the only thing that’s keeping you together.Soon you will start rotting from the insideand turn brown and drop downand roll ...