Spooky Poetry: Diary of Djinn

take a look in the mirror
and tell me what you see
does the image satisfy
you must reveal to me
how you truly feel inside
when the reflection gleams
is this your one desire
with me we’ll make your dreams

I come from another place
a place where magic’s real
with the snap of my finger
I can do as you will
be careful what you wish for
I’ll rearrange the deal
you’ll get what you want and then
the dream will soon be killed

I’m a trickster by nature
a rather good one too
I’ll hear your wish word for word
but it still won’t come true
with the thought of happiness
I think I’d rather spew
if you give my lamp a rub
Death’ll be waiting for you

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Tuesday Poetry: The Final Dam Breaks Destroying Everything

Tears are coming
Can’t show them here
Hide in the bathroom
Recite the mantra
Tears come anyway
Self-image shattered
What am I
Broken, damaged
Never felt codependent before
Never understood it before
The questions answered
Reasons why found
People never wanted my help
Or took advantage
Their silence was my sadness
Their silence wasn’t about me
I knew there was a lesson to learn
Before things would go right
I didn’t know it was this
What’s real, what’s in my head
All of it and none of it
What do I need
Who do I need it from
I once told you
If they’re important to you
They’re important to me
I’m important to you
It’s time for me
To be important to me
My love for you isn’t real
If I don’t love myself

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Poetry Monday: Time Always Leaves but Never Goes Away

And then I arrived – 
I don’t know how I got there
Or where I came from
But I was there

Teacups melted time away
Drinkers mumbled some nonsense
A girl spun round and round
Or was she dancing – 
A tree grew from the face
With trinkets hanging and dangling – 
A rodent or some such looked my way

“What are you doing?”

“I’m thinking.” Said I.

“Why would you do an awful thing like that?”

I didn’t answer – 
The girl stopped spinning
She looked up toward the tree
Then she looked at me
A tree arm gently raised her up
And she became a dangling trinket
The rodent spoke again

“I never said that, and you know it.”

Time melted into pools of paint
So many colors – 
The rodent and the trinkets didn’t notice
Pools of paint climbed up everything
The things melted as time had
The face from which the tree grew
Had gone with time – 
It was the face of time

Only I remained
Pools of paint crawling toward me – 
Where had time gone

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis. Inspired by the paintings for “Alice in Wonderland” by Salvador Dali. Click here to see them all.

Mad Tea Party by Salvador Dali