Reileen van Kaile

life: notes from your mistress

to the cereal I ate this morning:
     your spill upon my art supplies
     greatly displeased my groggy eyes
to the professor of lifetimes past:
     would it that I could fight my sleepy haze
     and follow you through history's maze

I ask for a lot, but only a little at a time
I just wanna get through this safe life of mine

to the sushi I ate for lunch:
     three left in the tray
     is three too many for today
to the heels I chose to wear:
     I distrust the way you court my feet
     and flood them with an aching heat

(but is it heaven's own sign
that you make me look so fine?)

I ask for a lot, but only a little at a time
I wait for things and try not to whine

my life in a day, life in a day
once begun is twice the fun
fall where it may, where it may
exotic spice in the cosmic dice

to the train ride back:
     you're one in fifty grand score
     give me a reason to expect something more

to the home I left in the morn:
     I only need to get to bed
     to rest under cover of burdens shed

things may be better or worse with time
but at least I've survived a day in this life of mine

dantaron

Last Moment: A Poem For Ixchel

My friends in white, my family torn
When I left on that April morn.
I was one of many,
I was many to one:
A single star hidden
In the shadow of the moon
With a heart like the sun.

In another life, this was not my fate.
Knowing this, I harbor no hate
For the hierophant who declared it so.
Taken now by sleep serene,
My body will return to the earth in time.
But my soul wears death like a crown
While dreaming of gentler things.

Mirror: A Song For Ixchel

all sings silent around that altar
of your body draped in wisteria and white
I knew you once, though but a passing
and I'm an outsider to your trials and fears
but your face is my own someday
and now I know that this shall claim me
for we think little of our own demise
until we see it through the clear eyes

of the mother who cries for her departed child
while the baby only cries to be fed
of the brother old enough to replay the memories
but too young to shoulder their weight
of the friends who flock around your coffin
as your favorite song perches on the lid
and of the lover and father in mutual strife
who share in hellish grief over your ended life

the guestbook bears witness in ink
to the ones touched by the fact of you
the mark upon me is petal-light
but already something blooms from its roots in my heart
and as I leave for the snowy spring day
I wonder if I will understand
the truth imparted by your fate
before I myself pass through the afterlife's gates

Wasted

The things I pack in the suitcase of my heart
Don't always fit like they should
Ancient locks forced on unfolded dirty laundry
And stubborn mementos eat up space
That should be reserved for necessities
Of a future time and place

I'm just one face of many in your life
But I can't face being incognito in your eyes

Because the words that I've spoken
Would end up broken upon the ground
The tears that I've cried
Would only chide me for my grief
And the bitterness I've tasted
Would just be wasted on you

I'm ready to ditch this dusty hotel
Gonna leave it behind and hit the road running
Thoughts of you cut straight and true
To my heart and leave it bleeding
But that's okay, I can walk it off
I'm still breathing

There's something to be said
For leaving you for dead

But I know, I know
I'd plant the seeds of hope at your grave
And that's how the road to hell would be paved

Because the words that I've spoken
Have been broken upon the ground
The tears that I've cried
Have chided me for my grief
And the bitterness I've tasted
Has been wasted on you

Does he know that she holds what he wants to find?
Does she know how to forgive an innocent crime?
Do they know, do they know
Do they know, do they know
Do they know, do they know
Do we know if it's all been wasted?

The words that I've spoken
Have been broken upon the ground
The tears that I've cried
Have chided me for my grief
And the bitterness I've tasted
Has been wasted on you
On you...
On you...

Dude, vyctori, Peony has a Facebook account. I just found this out when I googled his name to double-check which number Peony he was in the Malkuthian royal line.