Two Poems
by: Cassandra Dolaway
“Him”
the pansies and then the daisies.
each withered in the palm of his dreams their
voices clouded his mind like regretful codeine
the gleaming glittering bells danced in the sun;
his ears begged to burst.
he denied them this simple pleasure
his fight or flight heightened in the night darkness
and fear waltzed with bodies intertwined demons
seduced him.
the sermon was mere background noise.
thoughts of Him
occupied his mind
the colorful playground was dark and deserted.
moonlight killing the hues with elegance. all
color was nothing compared to Him.
he grabbed His hand
a tornado swept through the valley of his heart,
won’t you go to hell He murmured
hell seems like a dream,
compared to losing
You.
“A Foolish Bisexual Awakening”
She was untouchable,
Like a dream.
Struggling to grasp on as the wider my eyes opened.
Pushing down the butterflies
Thinking she didn’t have them
For me.
How wrong could I be?
I spent time
Pushing her image aside.
I didn’t want to become a tornado.
Scared of being hurt,
But more scared of hurting her.
How foolish those fears were
Just look at my heart.
It barely hangs on
By a splitting thread
Foolish.
How foolish I was.
by: Cassandra Dolaway
“Him”
the pansies and then the daisies.
each withered in the palm of his dreams their
voices clouded his mind like regretful codeine
the gleaming glittering bells danced in the sun;
his ears begged to burst.
he denied them this simple pleasure
his fight or flight heightened in the night darkness
and fear waltzed with bodies intertwined demons
seduced him.
the sermon was mere background noise.
thoughts of Him
occupied his mind
the colorful playground was dark and deserted.
moonlight killing the hues with elegance. all
color was nothing compared to Him.
he grabbed His hand
a tornado swept through the valley of his heart,
won’t you go to hell He murmured
hell seems like a dream,
compared to losing
You.
“A Foolish Bisexual Awakening”
She was untouchable,
Like a dream.
Struggling to grasp on as the wider my eyes opened.
Pushing down the butterflies
Thinking she didn’t have them
For me.
How wrong could I be?
I spent time
Pushing her image aside.
I didn’t want to become a tornado.
Scared of being hurt,
But more scared of hurting her.
How foolish those fears were
Just look at my heart.
It barely hangs on
By a splitting thread
Foolish.
How foolish I was.