Take my hand. I wish to leave…
This asylum of white.
Hold on tight…I seek reprieve.
Let’s escape into the night.
Take my hand, and lead me home,
To walls of brick and stone.
I’ve always wanted a home,
Where I don’t live alone.
Take my hand, and hold me tight,
For I fear humankind;
But it’s okay…it’s all alright…
In the world within my mind.
K. Aldaya, 1/7/16
Curl up in the corner, dear,
And cover your ears in vain.
You cannot hide from the pain.
This world is made of fear.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
And hide from searching hands.
Blind your eyes behind hair-strands,
And pray to disappear.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
And close those teary eyes.
Most things seen and said are lies,
To lead the naive near.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
For hands were made to punish;
And skin and bones to ravish,
In treachery severe.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
For certainty’s a lie.
They will not care if you die,
Or if you persevere.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
And cover your ears in vain;
For a world, it is insane,
Where sanity breeds fear.
K. Aldaya, 9/2/15
Picture: Found on youtube video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJarvZMi0gU; http://i.ytimg.com/vi/lJarvZMi0gU/maxresdefault.jpg
Whisper not a whisper,
Or someone is bound to hear;
And it echo and repeat itself,
For all the world to hear.
Whisper not a whisper,
For even the wind has ears;
And a tongue for blowing secrets,
And spreading fears.
Whisper not a whisper.
Hold it in and hold your breath.
Let tears o’erflow the flood-gates,
And hold back the ghosts of death.
Whisper not a whisper,
They can hear! They can hear!
From their haunted world they listen!
Hush…do not let them hear!
Whisper not a whisper,
As ghosts are for the dead,
And should not find a home to haunt,
In any others’ head.
Whisper not a whisper,
Lock the door and close the blinds.
Protect those who do not know,
What searching here finds.
Whisper not a whisper,
No one may enter here.
Save all from what’s unseen.
Save all from what’s to fear.
Whisper not a whisper,
Or someone is bound to pay.
The haunted world must be contained;
They will not have their way!
Whisper not a whisper,
And they won’t find anyone.
Stay inside and make a stand,
For the past can’t be undone.
So, whisper not a whisper,
Crouch and hum an eerie tune;
And wait and rock until it’s time,
To greet the lonely moon.
For if whispered-out a whisper,
Someone is bound to hear;
And it echo and repeat itself,
For all their ghosts to hear.
K. Aldaya, 12/28/14
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://favim.com/image/340275/
Red as sun-lit roses in the budding-Spring,
The pavement glistens with fresh blood,
And in my heart a piercing thorn bears the moments’ sting.
In my hand is an old-withered rag of white,
And in my soul a battlefield,
Plays a ghostly reenactment of the costly fight.
–Bloody is the rag which tries to hide a guilty soul,
Yet bloodier are the hands which clean without a rag that’s whole.
Red are these hands and the only I have known,….
Are these hands with fresh-blood dripping…
Dripping, and dripping guilt and pain; scrubbing all alone.
Blue as restless oceans crashing to the shore,
Are the tears which crash to the earth,
Never enough to clean the hands of an old child-whore.
–Red as sunlit roses in the budding-Spring,
The pavement glistens with fresh blood,
And in my heart a piercing thorn bears the moments’ sting.
K. Aldaya, 8/19/14
Picture: Inspired by American McGee’s Alice: Madness Returns; Artist Unknown; http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_maly49hnQp1qkuk8lo1_500.jpg
Mommy, please don’t leave me,
I’m afraid to be alone.
I fear the darkness coming.
Please don’t leave me alone!
Mommy, I’m so afraid,
Of the shadows which follow…
Follow me, and haunt my dreams.
I feel so cold; hollow.
Mommy, I feel it’s near.
Terrified I cringe and shake.
Please don’t look at me that way….
Like I am a mistake.
Mommy, I am sorry.
Sorry I’m a haunted soul.
That you can’t stand to look at,
My sin as black as coal.
Mommy, please hold my hand.
Do not let it go and leave.
It’s coming…yes it’s coming!
There’s no more time to grieve.
Mommy, don’t go away.
I’m so afraid and I see…
A dark form is near…..so near,
I feel death’s here mommy.
Mommy, mommy, help me!
It has me…I scream and scream,
But you don’t seem to hear me.
I scream and scream…and scream.
Mommy, why did you leave?
I step and walk to you now,
And you take my bloody hand.
Mommy, can’t you see now…
How hard it is for me to stand?
Mommy, I’m so tired.
Goodnight. I wish I could stay,
But the dead do not walk strong,
In the light of a new day.
Mommy, it is so cold;
I can’t feel your warmth at all,
And I walk when I should sleep,
Beneath the night-moons’ pall.
Mommy, I am lonely.
Endlessly walking this path.
Can I sleep forever now?
Mommy, run my blood-bath.
You won’t miss me anyhow.
K. Aldaya, 3/3/14
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://thedarkrosejournal.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/sadness.jpg
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
