Tuesday, December 29, 2009
a picture thought moment
Nobody whispers her name better than sinned stained lips. But her secrets are only for night ears. She flees before morning with a fond smile. Remembering how lust was very pretty last night with lovely eyes, dark sense of humor, and soft laugh.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Mistress
Maîtresse, embrasse-moi, baise-moi, serre-moi,
Haleine contre haleine, échauffe-moi la vie,
Mille et mille baisers donne-moi je te prie,
Amour veut tout sans nombre, amour n'a point de loi.
Mistress, embrace me, kiss me, hold me tight,
breath against breath, breath me life,
thousand and thousand kisses give me I beg you,
Love wants everything without condition, love has no law
Haleine contre haleine, échauffe-moi la vie,
Mille et mille baisers donne-moi je te prie,
Amour veut tout sans nombre, amour n'a point de loi.
Mistress, embrace me, kiss me, hold me tight,
breath against breath, breath me life,
thousand and thousand kisses give me I beg you,
Love wants everything without condition, love has no law
Thursday, December 24, 2009
The Aneresick Pianoist
Such lovely piano hands. Smooth ridged bones key the soothing melody of my starving desire. Bathing me in pure thinspiration. I am your biggest fan, oh lovely piano hands.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Dont tap on the glass please and dont Cut my heart open
Her tongue was such a sharp knife. She loved running the dull side of the blade down her pane. All the while tapping the clit clack of her moans in sync to her pouring rain.
Razor blade shouldn't be played with, especially near such one with such an unknown glass. She may get the urge to draw heart on the skin with her warm breath. Though its starting to crack.
Grey tape can fix anything because she knew she will never learns to stop tapping on the past.
Razor blade shouldn't be played with, especially near such one with such an unknown glass. She may get the urge to draw heart on the skin with her warm breath. Though its starting to crack.
Grey tape can fix anything because she knew she will never learns to stop tapping on the past.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Time
She died last night. Or was it this morning? The headache knocking at her skull says it was yesterday evening. With an inhale and a swallow she knew she was dreaming.
Her head is in mourning because of it. Every second was ticking a minute faster than it should. She tried to hang on to the praying hands when they came together at midnight up high and six thirty below. By this time the slurring made it hard for her to be understood.
What was the point of waiting when all she had to do was blink. Patterns of the drifting leaves looked that same as they did last fall. Blink. The wind smell the same. Like dead grass.
Was she asleep?
Her head is in mourning because of it. Every second was ticking a minute faster than it should. She tried to hang on to the praying hands when they came together at midnight up high and six thirty below. By this time the slurring made it hard for her to be understood.
What was the point of waiting when all she had to do was blink. Patterns of the drifting leaves looked that same as they did last fall. Blink. The wind smell the same. Like dead grass.
Was she asleep?
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Mudlove Glue
She was born from a union broken, drowned, and rushed. Pushed through a baby gap of a young mistake. What could have been in the future, a birth done on the white sheets of love, was soiled with the mud of too soon undeveloped feuding blood.
Her and She and He. The present is a gift and she just want to be. Remember her not as the freaky lesbian daughter. For the past is meant to be left behind her as she arches and marches forward searching for her mate, to master and to bait. In order for her to finally cum.
Her spirit is meant to be give to one and only one. But her body tends to get lost in the mix. Searching through many faces, fingers, pleasure and feelings. Her mud is the glue that connects their hearts to others when she is done breaking it.
Her and She and He. The present is a gift and she just want to be. Remember her not as the freaky lesbian daughter. For the past is meant to be left behind her as she arches and marches forward searching for her mate, to master and to bait. In order for her to finally cum.
Her spirit is meant to be give to one and only one. But her body tends to get lost in the mix. Searching through many faces, fingers, pleasure and feelings. Her mud is the glue that connects their hearts to others when she is done breaking it.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Pain and Love
Letting her voice catch the wind to fly her love away. Will you let her voice reach your ears? Would you listen to it like it was a secret whispered between lovers laying under the sheets?
The moon falls as the sun rise, she is still awake. Too tired to sleep now a days. Scrambled voices float through her head pounding their opinions on the inside of her brain. She cries as her headache grows worst.
Sharpen notes pierce her skin like the pencil through her hands. Watching the blood seep into the carpet. Picking up the pain and folding it into a paper plane. Blow a little kiss and watch it fly, alongside her love.
The moon falls as the sun rise, she is still awake. Too tired to sleep now a days. Scrambled voices float through her head pounding their opinions on the inside of her brain. She cries as her headache grows worst.
Sharpen notes pierce her skin like the pencil through her hands. Watching the blood seep into the carpet. Picking up the pain and folding it into a paper plane. Blow a little kiss and watch it fly, alongside her love.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Fake wings
Feeling the closest to being happy only comes when she is alone. Mixing her blood with poison makes loneliness easier to deal with if she is on her own.
There isnt enough hate left. All that remains are the memories that tug on her sleeves, wanting to be picked up and held tightly. But her arms were too heavy from a drug induce to take part. She is choking on her own words, scared of her own actions, her emotions at the very surface, dying to break through.
But she wont let them.
There isnt enough hate left. All that remains are the memories that tug on her sleeves, wanting to be picked up and held tightly. But her arms were too heavy from a drug induce to take part. She is choking on her own words, scared of her own actions, her emotions at the very surface, dying to break through.
But she wont let them.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Stuck on the stairs to Heaven
Standing on the stairwell she realized that she’s lost again. Blank gazes from heaven freezes her to hell. Drilling eyes of disappointment screws deeper into her soles. Preventing her from moving forward and forces her to watch as everyone continues to climb.
If she stood here long enough will her hair become rotten, her skin turn to soft lovely moss as she becomes another past without a future? Another tear fallen with the rain, will she be forgotten?
She is unsure.
So she sits and waits.
If she stood here long enough will her hair become rotten, her skin turn to soft lovely moss as she becomes another past without a future? Another tear fallen with the rain, will she be forgotten?
She is unsure.
So she sits and waits.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Grey Skin
She was a statue carved in marble. A smooth mockery of perfection as her stone hand pressed and caressed the warm skin of yet another secret lover.
I am freezing. Or maybe it was my cracked heart.
Did the chill bother them? Would they leave like the rest? Be someone who couldn’t stand the cold? Her world was cracking and falling apart.
Sigh, Again.
And she fucking hated knowing it was always her fault.
I am freezing. Or maybe it was my cracked heart.
Did the chill bother them? Would they leave like the rest? Be someone who couldn’t stand the cold? Her world was cracking and falling apart.
Sigh, Again.
And she fucking hated knowing it was always her fault.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Sinneslust
She wanted a new mask, one less translucent. Her friends started noticing the horns on her head, the little devil's tail swinging on her heels and the smell of repent. If the drugs didn't kill her the side effects will.
She needed the new sins scented all over her, needing to taste this beautiful tragedy. A deep inhale will make her fly. Having her wings ripped from the seam is much worst than dying.
Her allure is so contagious. With diseased eyes and a wicked tongue she watches as you fall and samples as you cum.
Taking you down where baptize drown the young. She is one of the fallen, and if she must go under she will take you with her in the long run.
She needed the new sins scented all over her, needing to taste this beautiful tragedy. A deep inhale will make her fly. Having her wings ripped from the seam is much worst than dying.
Her allure is so contagious. With diseased eyes and a wicked tongue she watches as you fall and samples as you cum.
Taking you down where baptize drown the young. She is one of the fallen, and if she must go under she will take you with her in the long run.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Untitled
She wished to cut off her tongue. The weight of its swollen ignorance was too much to bear. Gagging and vomiting up boulder ton beliefs mixed with lack of forethought created green coloured stupidity. She discovered words sometimes weighed unevenly on different kinds of culture validity scales. As stone and air.
A cold war danced around inside her mouth. Enemy sentences lay under mounds waiting, dying, and burning. In the indecisive ash, she couldn’t hold the remains of remorse, the amusing disbelief and pride together. One must come out to play.
She wondered which of them will first occur. Maybe she will get lucky and none of them would be needed to be said.
But that is highly doubted.
A cold war danced around inside her mouth. Enemy sentences lay under mounds waiting, dying, and burning. In the indecisive ash, she couldn’t hold the remains of remorse, the amusing disbelief and pride together. One must come out to play.
She wondered which of them will first occur. Maybe she will get lucky and none of them would be needed to be said.
But that is highly doubted.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Fading addictions
She allowed them to cut a hole in her chest and fucked her heart. It was abstract and it was consuming, and yet not quite. But she needed the pain to smoother the booming emotions she can never extract, assuming there isn't any alcoholic contact.
She had french inhaled the menthol and allowed it to sloshing around in her brain. It only granted minimal satisfaction.
Oh how she loved the irony.
What should an addict to physical pleasure do. When they reach the peak in a leisure life that lacks deeper meaning. What other satisfactions can she seek?
To be or not to be, and oh woe is she.
She had french inhaled the menthol and allowed it to sloshing around in her brain. It only granted minimal satisfaction.
Oh how she loved the irony.
What should an addict to physical pleasure do. When they reach the peak in a leisure life that lacks deeper meaning. What other satisfactions can she seek?
To be or not to be, and oh woe is she.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Daydream
Her body craved more. Released pressure seeped down her knotted back and constricting chest, through the womb and out her slick sex.
Trembling snaked around her calves and thighs. Her state of being relax and opened maybe a little bit too wide, with her brain ready to be pulled out. Separation of body, heart and mind helps with unavoidable doubts.
She licked her lips like a she-wolf near a flock. Quick fucks always left her whorishly wanting more as she was left daydreaming for feminize fingers imitating a cock.
Trembling snaked around her calves and thighs. Her state of being relax and opened maybe a little bit too wide, with her brain ready to be pulled out. Separation of body, heart and mind helps with unavoidable doubts.
She licked her lips like a she-wolf near a flock. Quick fucks always left her whorishly wanting more as she was left daydreaming for feminize fingers imitating a cock.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Sapphic
The bedspread said obscenities as I watched it from across the room. Standing naked for my audience. Flirting with night. Many have seen the show before, so they all know what to assume.
This one was different. During our promiscuous nights she had bit a little too hard. Leaving on me pretty little slut marks.
Clothing tossed all around. I stared at impassively not moving to dress. Light snores of another lay in another world. I wanted to join her but I cant stand the smell and loved look at how beautiful her skin looked unmarred. So I watch and let her rest for a bit.
But making sure to split before the sun unfurled.
This one was different. During our promiscuous nights she had bit a little too hard. Leaving on me pretty little slut marks.
Clothing tossed all around. I stared at impassively not moving to dress. Light snores of another lay in another world. I wanted to join her but I cant stand the smell and loved look at how beautiful her skin looked unmarred. So I watch and let her rest for a bit.
But making sure to split before the sun unfurled.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Promises
Her mouth is like a secret that promises to be unforgetable...
as are the thoughts of a short encounter. Dry in the winter and cracked from humor, her mouth tinged by the desire envelopee by the filter. As she takes a drag smoke seeps and pours through her lungs as the secret's hope of recognition pounds through her aching head.
...Whispering sweet nothings waiting to be said.
To you my little uncertainty.
as are the thoughts of a short encounter. Dry in the winter and cracked from humor, her mouth tinged by the desire envelopee by the filter. As she takes a drag smoke seeps and pours through her lungs as the secret's hope of recognition pounds through her aching head.
...Whispering sweet nothings waiting to be said.
To you my little uncertainty.
Women of the Streets
The night burns her tongue making her gag but she force down its compliance. The poisen was strong but she wanted to feel the tingling sensation of cuming without a conscience.
Loneliness is one hell of a drug, says the lush to the lust in the mirror. She will never be able to see straight, ironically she thank fucking God for that. Her panties was wet from the first glance, watching tonights harlot cum nearer.
She need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside. Wanting herself die a little bit, she takes one more hit from her questionable cigarette. She strips out of her skin just for a while. Letting the chaser smooth the ride, to making the night less bumpy of a journey.
Loneliness is one hell of a drug, says the lush to the lust in the mirror. She will never be able to see straight, ironically she thank fucking God for that. Her panties was wet from the first glance, watching tonights harlot cum nearer.
She need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside. Wanting herself die a little bit, she takes one more hit from her questionable cigarette. She strips out of her skin just for a while. Letting the chaser smooth the ride, to making the night less bumpy of a journey.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Swiming
It was her heart that the knife took as its victim. The culprit already another face in her sea of memories. The pain persistent with its lingers. Hidden just beyond the hills, pass the point where others can see.
Sweet liquor alleviate the symptoms and she whispers words so softly mimicking a saints prayer and writing words dark as her past sins.
Forgive me father?
She waits to find herself passed out against the cool linoleum floors yet again. Its unavoidable she knows this and yet...
So fragile but never on the outside. No never in front of pretty brown eyes. Her beautiful butterfly wings are always getting crushed in that L shaped net and yet...
Subconsciously hope without the acknowledgment, that there is no regret. Feel without realization only diving into temptation. Head first and naked.
She stop painting a clowns face on herself. Falling once more for the circus tricks, she promised never again. It was her heart that the knife took as the victim when once upon a time there was one that she truly thought adored.
Didnt want to add to sea of memories. The piranhas are already being over fed. But a part of her wanted to learning how to swim again.
Sweet liquor alleviate the symptoms and she whispers words so softly mimicking a saints prayer and writing words dark as her past sins.
Forgive me father?
She waits to find herself passed out against the cool linoleum floors yet again. Its unavoidable she knows this and yet...
So fragile but never on the outside. No never in front of pretty brown eyes. Her beautiful butterfly wings are always getting crushed in that L shaped net and yet...
Subconsciously hope without the acknowledgment, that there is no regret. Feel without realization only diving into temptation. Head first and naked.
She stop painting a clowns face on herself. Falling once more for the circus tricks, she promised never again. It was her heart that the knife took as the victim when once upon a time there was one that she truly thought adored.
Didnt want to add to sea of memories. The piranhas are already being over fed. But a part of her wanted to learning how to swim again.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Daydreaming
Sadness is reflected in eyes of the aware. During rare occasions when I shift my sight beyond the physical world, for just a second I catch a glimpse of happiness.
Those inevitably refreshing glimpses carry me through the reverberations which still haven't settled.
Sweet visions sing to the mind and give soothing rest to her dark intricate thoughts. Such restlessness, tests and press against cracks of her sight. Webbing almost breaking with each pounding assault.
Shards pressing deep under the smiles, as tiny pieces fall along the edges.
We bask together under the warmness of the dreaming window. Hidden in each other faults. Completely subdued we are mentally enthralled. But disappointingly we must soon wake up before the cracks reach beyond our walls.
Those inevitably refreshing glimpses carry me through the reverberations which still haven't settled.
Sweet visions sing to the mind and give soothing rest to her dark intricate thoughts. Such restlessness, tests and press against cracks of her sight. Webbing almost breaking with each pounding assault.
Shards pressing deep under the smiles, as tiny pieces fall along the edges.
We bask together under the warmness of the dreaming window. Hidden in each other faults. Completely subdued we are mentally enthralled. But disappointingly we must soon wake up before the cracks reach beyond our walls.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
The apple dont fall to far from the family tree
Pressure just under her eyes. She will not cry has become her new motto, as of tomorrow. But it hurts so much mother.
I know baby just accept the pain with a kind heart, open smiles, and a half empty bottle of wine.
Oh mother if you had to choose over, she hope you would choose the other.
But being her mothers daughter causes the pressure of depression and emotional repression to take toll. And dear sweet father, so confused about the world with an already to heavy to carry soul.
Drunken days makes the night more bearable when you are passed out. Cant be awake to open the door of mistakes. Trying to live without facing failures of life. But the numbers seem to increased tenfold everyday.
Sighing is becoming another habit. Thank you mother. Thank you father. She is the pride and joy of a used to be happy daughter.
I know baby just accept the pain with a kind heart, open smiles, and a half empty bottle of wine.
Oh mother if you had to choose over, she hope you would choose the other.
But being her mothers daughter causes the pressure of depression and emotional repression to take toll. And dear sweet father, so confused about the world with an already to heavy to carry soul.
Drunken days makes the night more bearable when you are passed out. Cant be awake to open the door of mistakes. Trying to live without facing failures of life. But the numbers seem to increased tenfold everyday.
Sighing is becoming another habit. Thank you mother. Thank you father. She is the pride and joy of a used to be happy daughter.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Another day
The words she didn't say were still ringing in her head. No...not ringing. Screaming! Wanting and needing to come pouring out. Like the liquor she knows she shouldn't have drunk. But the heart whispers doubts and sows her mouth shut. She must not be weak it says. You need that drunken smile to hide behind a normal front.
Existing in the middle of a day and a dream she finds she is feeling wonderful lost in between. So unaware and yet feeling too much. Seeing things not meant to be seen.
But its the tender touches hurts the most and yet we are addicted to the things we hate. Another burning swallow prevents her from crying too much.
Wanting to runaway from fate, all of life's trials, and the sad faces she see when she closes her eyes. Is nothing but a broken wish.
So pathetic the words scream as she brings the bottle up for another kiss.
Existing in the middle of a day and a dream she finds she is feeling wonderful lost in between. So unaware and yet feeling too much. Seeing things not meant to be seen.
But its the tender touches hurts the most and yet we are addicted to the things we hate. Another burning swallow prevents her from crying too much.
Wanting to runaway from fate, all of life's trials, and the sad faces she see when she closes her eyes. Is nothing but a broken wish.
So pathetic the words scream as she brings the bottle up for another kiss.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Constant buzzing, right behind the left eye. She was melting into the sheets as the night progressed. It would be nice to sleep but this headache does not cease. Sighing as its been 4 days. A sign maybe?
She didnt want to talk anymore. Barely able to hold a smile. After a while the ability to redirect conversations away from her becomes painfully too easy. Trying to ignore that there is something deeply wrong with her.
She knows this. But maybe if repeating 'Im fine' enough times she could fool herself into believing, like she does with everyone else.
She didnt want to talk anymore. Barely able to hold a smile. After a while the ability to redirect conversations away from her becomes painfully too easy. Trying to ignore that there is something deeply wrong with her.
She knows this. But maybe if repeating 'Im fine' enough times she could fool herself into believing, like she does with everyone else.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Drowning an Angel
One day at a time she tells the mirror. It's not good to tell lies it says. I know she replies. Grey clouds her vision, and tears rain down out on the floor. She didnt know how she can face to the horror of another fucking day.
When did life become such a chore?
When did life become such a chore?
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Bowed head touches the ground
Slave to her muse with pain as her King, working her harder and harder each day! She cries as she fuse with his words. She wants not to believe. But...night after night his misery never going away, when the sun rise.
She tries to mesh together a calm face with restlessness emotion. But its not enough. God please help her find the solution to this inner commotion. Argh! Because its just not ENOUGH!
Too pist to thing straight, anger intoxicate her with every staggering step and yet she keeps searching around. Blindly. Trying to please her King because she is Queen. But uneasiness will forever lie in the head that wears the crown.
As she is soon starting to see.
She tries to mesh together a calm face with restlessness emotion. But its not enough. God please help her find the solution to this inner commotion. Argh! Because its just not ENOUGH!
Too pist to thing straight, anger intoxicate her with every staggering step and yet she keeps searching around. Blindly. Trying to please her King because she is Queen. But uneasiness will forever lie in the head that wears the crown.
As she is soon starting to see.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Conversation
Who was talking? The world sounded so funny now a days, everyone was speaking into a cloth. A muffled sentence or phrase. Like speaking normally is a concept that everyone seem to just have, forgot!
Nostalgia started when I was a child, who used to cover her ears and hum to block out the shouting. Now many years later I tend to think my ears are still ringing because of it.
Who was speaking me or her? I cant distinguish who is who when the emotion, suffering, pain, and bitterness of our voices runs together so deep. Really similar she and I. Is it because of these paralle likeness that I makes me wanna crawl into her lap and sleep?
The rain clouds in my mind clears when she smiles, and I felt the need to capture that sunshine moment. I want to listen, because she is shy. And when I do, it dont change that fact that my hands are still cold and my faces still wet but I find that my thoughts become warm just for a sec.
Thank you.
Nostalgia started when I was a child, who used to cover her ears and hum to block out the shouting. Now many years later I tend to think my ears are still ringing because of it.
Who was speaking me or her? I cant distinguish who is who when the emotion, suffering, pain, and bitterness of our voices runs together so deep. Really similar she and I. Is it because of these paralle likeness that I makes me wanna crawl into her lap and sleep?
The rain clouds in my mind clears when she smiles, and I felt the need to capture that sunshine moment. I want to listen, because she is shy. And when I do, it dont change that fact that my hands are still cold and my faces still wet but I find that my thoughts become warm just for a sec.
Thank you.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Soulmates
She desired to kiss, touch, and feel her lovers but to never become their possession. They were all too unworthy, of such love.
Its wrong to hold oneself in such high esteem, some may suggest. Such a pretentious nature will only lead her down a path of eternal loneliness.
But that is wrong to assume such thoughts about her. If she ever found herself in love, no longer will she wants be her own person. Too long has she lived for herself and desired her soul to become one with the other. You and me would become us. As it should be for soulmates.
If one was prepared to give themselves so fully to another human being then is it in their rights to be finicky?
She thought so.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Half way and still growing
Life was not meant to be complex. Yet she was tangled inside of multiple webs of complications. Growing silk strands of thoughts, actions, decisions, requests, realizations, the list continues on and on.
The trigger was a feeling of irritation. It grew and buzzed around like an invisible bee. She had forgotten the cause, but remembered the sting. She wasnt free to begin with but it was something she could almost manage to live with. (most of the time)
But now.
Today was a horrible day, but at the same time she knew that it will be perfect compared to the next.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
self hatred
Closing eyes to stare at her insides. Searching for the happiness life decides not to bring. Too sober to look in the mirror and see herself as pretty. Definitely not drunk enough to believe that lie. Not yet at least.
3 bottles later.
She wrote sins all across her face until it was unrecognizable. Easier to disguise gazes of pity for envy. Such a fucking mess. And yet so very beautiful.
Blackness crowds around the edges of her sight and she is anxious by the display. A few more sips and slurs and staying conscience getting harder to fight.
Maybe tomorrow will be different than today....
Always were her last thoughts before she passed out into the night.
3 bottles later.
She wrote sins all across her face until it was unrecognizable. Easier to disguise gazes of pity for envy. Such a fucking mess. And yet so very beautiful.
Blackness crowds around the edges of her sight and she is anxious by the display. A few more sips and slurs and staying conscience getting harder to fight.
Maybe tomorrow will be different than today....
Always were her last thoughts before she passed out into the night.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Arms and Walls
He painted his thoughts on the wall. Hoping if the words were elsewhere, the urges would decrease. For he was bored with seeing the same blood and scars.
Sadly, the words looked even more empty on the white walls then when they were written on the inside of his arm.
He sighed in heavy defeat.
Sadly, the words looked even more empty on the white walls then when they were written on the inside of his arm.
He sighed in heavy defeat.
Drunken vices and virtues
Her vices has a vice-script hold on her drunken soul. She loved lowering her inhibitions so when she was high enough, she could wave as they fly over her head. Thinking of lies yet to be told she kissed her, him, she and her again.
Always fun to herself...but not so much to others. Especially when runing low on rum and coke. Never a quiter just more resigned. She is her mothers cookie cutter daughter. A budding grape compared to fine wine.
Taking all her follies to bed with her and making sweet lust in a wakeful dream. All temperance getting lost in between clean sheets. Pretending to be the fool can only last for so long before guilt gets thrown up. Prayers to the lush Gods in sexy moans, painful screams and torn hurls.
Deep in her toxic vacation from the sober real world. Slipping slowly and diving further into the Brandy. Quickly finding the familiar fading pain. And spending the night on isolation's lonely shores.
Forgive me?
She asks yet again.
As unconsciousness floats her out to sea.
Always fun to herself...but not so much to others. Especially when runing low on rum and coke. Never a quiter just more resigned. She is her mothers cookie cutter daughter. A budding grape compared to fine wine.
Taking all her follies to bed with her and making sweet lust in a wakeful dream. All temperance getting lost in between clean sheets. Pretending to be the fool can only last for so long before guilt gets thrown up. Prayers to the lush Gods in sexy moans, painful screams and torn hurls.
Deep in her toxic vacation from the sober real world. Slipping slowly and diving further into the Brandy. Quickly finding the familiar fading pain. And spending the night on isolation's lonely shores.
Forgive me?
She asks yet again.
As unconsciousness floats her out to sea.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Tape
Broken, was her name. Solitary blocked her ears from comfort. Memories sealed tight to prevent spills, but could not stop the shattered tears. Grief flowing so free, far from being contained.
Breathing in whiskey sorrow. Diving underneath the influence with grace so slick and smooth. Heart ache too painful for other healings. Giving nothing to look forward into the gray 'marrows.
Loneliness was the tape that had a bitter charm and the power to soothed. As it held her together deep in their arms.
Breathing in whiskey sorrow. Diving underneath the influence with grace so slick and smooth. Heart ache too painful for other healings. Giving nothing to look forward into the gray 'marrows.
Loneliness was the tape that had a bitter charm and the power to soothed. As it held her together deep in their arms.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Bee
Sweet new honey bee, trying to stinging a broken heart. There is poison in the river, with no curing sugar. Pretty flowers kept fallin' in and now they have no more love to give. So the bee's started stinging the heart.
The nectar is all gone and the sea is too watered down. Love is the river, its bitter and burns like arsenic. So she sipped it slow because its all she knows. So sweet little honey bee fly away, before you too drink the poisonous love and start to decay.
The nectar is all gone and the sea is too watered down. Love is the river, its bitter and burns like arsenic. So she sipped it slow because its all she knows. So sweet little honey bee fly away, before you too drink the poisonous love and start to decay.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Désirer de faire l'amour
Her name is the seduction
that rolls leisurely off the tongue
and floats into the air.
If vanity had a look
it would be seen through her eyes.
She is the temptress that whispers
poisonous words in the ears of idle minds,
so Lucifer can play easy.
that rolls leisurely off the tongue
and floats into the air.
If vanity had a look
it would be seen through her eyes.
She is the temptress that whispers
poisonous words in the ears of idle minds,
so Lucifer can play easy.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Clean
The smell of rain, captured and held her raging and self raped psyche. It was like the arms of Mother veiled over all suffering of her wild child and smothered her with protective affection. Battered arms reach above in a mimic embrace, anxious to be rid of a jinxed soul.
Inflicting wounds on herself had become an everyday habit. Such pain can be endured even comforting at times, but it was the pain cause by others that brought the agonizing wish of death. Exposed to the pregnant clouds, stretched and swollen she waited patiently to be baptized.
Inflicting wounds on herself had become an everyday habit. Such pain can be endured even comforting at times, but it was the pain cause by others that brought the agonizing wish of death. Exposed to the pregnant clouds, stretched and swollen she waited patiently to be baptized.
Finally to be cleansed and qualified to love and not lust again was a thought so magnificent, her body trembled under the strong potency of the feeling. Father sun waited for Mother's water to break so he could shine proud rays of love down on his favorite child. A youngling he believed was lost to the lustful and corrupt lunar alliance.
But the smile that painted her face at the first kiss from mother, was enough to cast away all doubts. She became clean.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Blues
He was playing the blues. That day, I remember was normal, boarder lined boring, and ordinary. I was not living that day, only existing. The tone that played from that golden sax was accentuate from a low humming pitch to a brassy whine.
He was very good, this blues man. And I was in awe by his talent. I walked by with a small shy smile, and when he smiled back my whole world opened up and was shinning with glamour. Who ever thought hearing the blues would make me so happy.
He was very good, this blues man. And I was in awe by his talent. I walked by with a small shy smile, and when he smiled back my whole world opened up and was shinning with glamour. Who ever thought hearing the blues would make me so happy.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Rain
Her rain dripping down slowly
Drip.By.Drip.By.Drip.
Seeping inside was only the beginning
As she floated away hidden past
Adsorbing betrayals, a sea so wide and vast
Consuming beyond maximum limit
Drinking in the lust of lush that never quit
Filling ones being fully
Drip...By...Drip
Poisoning slowly
Drip.By.Drip.By.Drip.
Seeping inside was only the beginning
As she floated away hidden past
Adsorbing betrayals, a sea so wide and vast
Consuming beyond maximum limit
Drinking in the lust of lush that never quit
Filling ones being fully
Drip...By...Drip
Poisoning slowly
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Nightmare
No sound escapes. Stitches aligning the lips, does a well job in keeping the peace. Rapid stirring between closed eyes. The terror climaxes and spills over from the mind and into the soul. Ripping the mouth open to scream.
Naught be the effort taken to imbue with the darkness. Wanted to be comforted by nothingness. But nothing goes down harsher such as the bitter taste the betrayal of ones strength. Failing to open your eyes.
So with the organ of sight stapled shut, nose that smell too much fear, thin wiry dread skulking through the veins and pieces of skin under dirty fingernails. One must endure the images beyond closed eyes.
Praying the sun will rise soon
Naught be the effort taken to imbue with the darkness. Wanted to be comforted by nothingness. But nothing goes down harsher such as the bitter taste the betrayal of ones strength. Failing to open your eyes.
So with the organ of sight stapled shut, nose that smell too much fear, thin wiry dread skulking through the veins and pieces of skin under dirty fingernails. One must endure the images beyond closed eyes.
Praying the sun will rise soon
Moment of thought
The darkness patronize her
Hiding forbidden skin from carnal gaze
As if the night was going to stop her
From indulging in her favorite habit
No time for her conscience to weaken her resolve
At this moment lust controls her world
Hiding forbidden skin from carnal gaze
As if the night was going to stop her
From indulging in her favorite habit
No time for her conscience to weaken her resolve
At this moment lust controls her world
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Whisperes of the Night
Love shines brightest in the dark
While the touch of a stranger is as burning as the sun
But intense sorrow consumes lovers of the moon when apart
Trapping lonely souls so tortured and young
Dreaming and living in constant heartache
Lets death becomes beautiful whispers of sweet promises during
Twilight nothing but the of passion only two lovers can make
Will keep burning love in the dark shining bright
While the touch of a stranger is as burning as the sun
But intense sorrow consumes lovers of the moon when apart
Trapping lonely souls so tortured and young
Dreaming and living in constant heartache
Lets death becomes beautiful whispers of sweet promises during
Twilight nothing but the of passion only two lovers can make
Will keep burning love in the dark shining bright
Monday, July 27, 2009
Druggie
Smooth lies cut from her mouth, its like creamy extacy butter.
Severed tongue lay with poison still linger on the buds.
Weak minds always fall for the simplest of the seductive purr.
Dancing past the witches hour, beauty has the world once again.
Such is all illusions of life when high. She is a pro at this sick pill game.
Only once the drugs come does her world feel less like crying.
With vicodin running strong her body was melting into the bed.
Skin sticking to the mattress wishing she wasnt on her own.
Loving herself too much when drunk caused hatred when sober.
Only herself to blame, using such methods to banish her pain
Severed tongue lay with poison still linger on the buds.
Weak minds always fall for the simplest of the seductive purr.
Dancing past the witches hour, beauty has the world once again.
Such is all illusions of life when high. She is a pro at this sick pill game.
Only once the drugs come does her world feel less like crying.
With vicodin running strong her body was melting into the bed.
Skin sticking to the mattress wishing she wasnt on her own.
Loving herself too much when drunk caused hatred when sober.
Only herself to blame, using such methods to banish her pain
Sunday, July 26, 2009
A bad moment
How can something so right go so wrong?
She threw up her writings all over the kitchen floor. Love never dies but it can still kill you whispered the butcher knife. With a Throat sore and torn drips juices from the mouth tells no lies.
Screaming,
more screaming,
so much screaming
the nose can smell it.
Falling from the high branches of her mind, she collapsed a lung on the way down. Into the blackness of the bathtub's drain. Seeping from her pours on to the tiled floor
Painting of disgust written on her face the mirror reflect
Hate, more hate, so much hate. At who? She didn't know
She feel like dying
But all she can do is...
Wait, until she stops vomiting.
She threw up her writings all over the kitchen floor. Love never dies but it can still kill you whispered the butcher knife. With a Throat sore and torn drips juices from the mouth tells no lies.
Screaming,
more screaming,
so much screaming
the nose can smell it.
Falling from the high branches of her mind, she collapsed a lung on the way down. Into the blackness of the bathtub's drain. Seeping from her pours on to the tiled floor
Painting of disgust written on her face the mirror reflect
Hate, more hate, so much hate. At who? She didn't know
She feel like dying
But all she can do is...
Wait, until she stops vomiting.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Moths
Innocent ears are fooled by sweet melodies
The smirking mouth tells all lies
Moths crowds her mind, their wings tickling the walls
They are lured in by the bright feathered birds and lustful light
Cramped fingers, lecherous hands, broken nails
Present changes the past tests and past fails
Four letters, four meanings, one song, one word
Family, friends, lust, and lover
The bird destroyer and the moth creator
Captivating and playful wings lead her astray
But it is the letters, meanings, song and word
That keeps her from getting eaten by the hungry bird
The smirking mouth tells all lies
Moths crowds her mind, their wings tickling the walls
They are lured in by the bright feathered birds and lustful light
Cramped fingers, lecherous hands, broken nails
Present changes the past tests and past fails
Four letters, four meanings, one song, one word
Family, friends, lust, and lover
The bird destroyer and the moth creator
Captivating and playful wings lead her astray
But it is the letters, meanings, song and word
That keeps her from getting eaten by the hungry bird
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Out of my head
It was on that day, when I lost my mind. I heard your heart beating in this open chest of mine. Barely hanging on, feeling less needed, more alone. My red organ, now more coal and black, has long ago since died. Murdered, stabbed, raped, by betrayal, lust, and lies.
Kissing her neck and praying to holy God above that I don't bite too hard. Bleeding her love into my mouth would send us over to different worlds apart. Please love me said the dying plant to the moon. Sorry he said I only love myself and your too far away to hold. I am not your precious sun...
'And you will never be.
Kissing her neck and praying to holy God above that I don't bite too hard. Bleeding her love into my mouth would send us over to different worlds apart. Please love me said the dying plant to the moon. Sorry he said I only love myself and your too far away to hold. I am not your precious sun...
'And you will never be.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Gambling
Throbs of pain pulse under the sweat. Finding her muse in little bottle of white unmarked tablets. Lost were the thoughts of only a vaccine not a cure. But it was too late for numbness has already started to take a slow delicious affect.
Tears were unaware, the bastards they always were. Until the face feels the fall of something slippery and wet. Who would give in and wipe them off? The mind and the heart were taking bets never will they be able to get along.
And the winner is-
A bottle of vodka.
The failing liver claps the loudest and sings the victory song.
Tears were unaware, the bastards they always were. Until the face feels the fall of something slippery and wet. Who would give in and wipe them off? The mind and the heart were taking bets never will they be able to get along.
And the winner is-
A bottle of vodka.
The failing liver claps the loudest and sings the victory song.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
looking glass
touching a nose to her cheek,
affection of still lingering lips on skin
eyes looking and finding what they seek
my lover, heart, friend, family and sin.
affection of still lingering lips on skin
eyes looking and finding what they seek
my lover, heart, friend, family and sin.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Noose
I whispered goodbye
To the one who caressed my affection
Misty eyes heard the sad note
Hanging today is a thief at the gallows
She the pretty Robin who stole the Queens heart
As the rope tightens around her neck
All I can think about is my lipstick kiss
Place right under the naval
And when the trap door releases our stare
I cry as she falls but not before saying...
Long live my Queen
To the one who caressed my affection
Misty eyes heard the sad note
Hanging today is a thief at the gallows
She the pretty Robin who stole the Queens heart
As the rope tightens around her neck
All I can think about is my lipstick kiss
Place right under the naval
And when the trap door releases our stare
I cry as she falls but not before saying...
Long live my Queen
Friday, June 5, 2009
Gray secrets
Her eyes tonight were slate gray
Two cameras that always captures my innocence
In the fleeting half a second when it becomes visible
Darkness cups gently her body as we lay
Wicked films of lust from dreams
Tentatively brush against my mind in circles
Only when gray eyes close are I to play
With the moon bleeding on my hand
My fingers moves-neck, lips, breast, nipple
The room was silent with nothing to say
Cool windows watched down with stuffed ears
As I gaze in wonder and awe at beauty so simple
Her eyes tonight were slate gray
Two cameras that always captures my evils
In the fleeing moments when its most visible
Two cameras that always captures my innocence
In the fleeting half a second when it becomes visible
Darkness cups gently her body as we lay
Wicked films of lust from dreams
Tentatively brush against my mind in circles
Only when gray eyes close are I to play
With the moon bleeding on my hand
My fingers moves-neck, lips, breast, nipple
The room was silent with nothing to say
Cool windows watched down with stuffed ears
As I gaze in wonder and awe at beauty so simple
Her eyes tonight were slate gray
Two cameras that always captures my evils
In the fleeing moments when its most visible
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
If she knows
Her memory rips me apart
One strand one day one hour at a time
Fading skipping stones of loves art
Vanishing in the sea of the mind
Wonders if she knows
On isolated nights
The distance only grows
Heartaches sharpens the pointed illusional sight
At witching hour, shadows of her face is all that shows
Once upon a time
Love carried and taught she and I
How to embrace the spacious sky
Gone clear memories
Enter cloudy goodbyes
Now the heaven cries angel tears
For the broken heart that can no longer fly
One strand one day one hour at a time
Fading skipping stones of loves art
Vanishing in the sea of the mind
Wonders if she knows
On isolated nights
The distance only grows
Heartaches sharpens the pointed illusional sight
At witching hour, shadows of her face is all that shows
Once upon a time
Love carried and taught she and I
How to embrace the spacious sky
Gone clear memories
Enter cloudy goodbyes
Now the heaven cries angel tears
For the broken heart that can no longer fly
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Rays of nothingness
Sunshine
Never comes to find me
Reaching up fingers slipping through
As gravity pulls me down below the sea
Golden star my heart beats without sound
But only for you
As I sink further down
Yes, definitely only for you
Never comes to find me
Reaching up fingers slipping through
As gravity pulls me down below the sea
Golden star my heart beats without sound
But only for you
As I sink further down
Yes, definitely only for you
Monday, May 18, 2009
Cigs
Deep breaths and let cancer lay leisurely in
Poison takes her through eternity
Blazing red light dances on the tip of paper skin
Aching chest helps the broken non responsive body
Throbbing head of skepticism makes the ceiling spin
Fighting the teary ashes that only a few has owned
Exhaling the smoke from within
As she burn away slowly and sleeps another night alone
Poison takes her through eternity
Blazing red light dances on the tip of paper skin
Aching chest helps the broken non responsive body
Throbbing head of skepticism makes the ceiling spin
Fighting the teary ashes that only a few has owned
Exhaling the smoke from within
As she burn away slowly and sleeps another night alone
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Friendship fly
My amazement and glory
Reach beyond the heavens and hells
As I read a fellow poets story
But only time will tell
If friendship could fly
Or fall from its flighted soaring
Reach beyond the heavens and hells
As I read a fellow poets story
But only time will tell
If friendship could fly
Or fall from its flighted soaring
Friday, May 15, 2009
Lust and Betrayal
Whisper me a secret. One so vile and immoral
Gods soothing rod of smite inside your head whispers loudly
But you are deaf for Judas kisses your cheek and
Cleopatra brushes your hair
And their lingering presences is enough to make you
Sin again.
Without regret for lust and betrayal goes hand and hand
Gods soothing rod of smite inside your head whispers loudly
But you are deaf for Judas kisses your cheek and
Cleopatra brushes your hair
And their lingering presences is enough to make you
Sin again.
Without regret for lust and betrayal goes hand and hand
Thursday, May 14, 2009
My New Friend
And then,
I whispered your name to the Goddess of love
Such a sultry sound of adoration it was.
Friendship to me is a gift of not the past
but the present, and it is tied with the tormentors bow
From our troubled lives
I give thee my new friend
My ears, my comfort, and my soul
If you promise to be by my side.
----
Hello sweet girl
You look beyond the heavenly prose
and fall into my rose coloured hell
Lies and deception, says only God sees and knows
But I write with my eyes and I say all can tell
I whispered your name to the Goddess of love
Such a sultry sound of adoration it was.
Friendship to me is a gift of not the past
but the present, and it is tied with the tormentors bow
From our troubled lives
I give thee my new friend
My ears, my comfort, and my soul
If you promise to be by my side.
----
Hello sweet girl
You look beyond the heavenly prose
and fall into my rose coloured hell
Lies and deception, says only God sees and knows
But I write with my eyes and I say all can tell
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Happy Birthday
Love was not coming and no one is smiling any more
Her mind was fighting with the heart
The answering machine was stuck on repeat
I'm sorry
The final words whispers through the room cutting deep
Her lovers voice will forever be lovely and sultry
She couldn't help the slow spread of desire but anger was thicker
And by the 13th apology, the voice met the sharp side of the Hammer.
Words scattered blending into the air, ripping the silence apart
It matched a broken heart for her mind had won and danced in victorious sorrow
Happy Birthday to me
She sing, the sad song low and deep
Happy Birthday to me
She sing the aches from beyond the soul
What a wonderful day to celebrate
She cry, long and hard
Turning a whole 19.
Her mind was fighting with the heart
The answering machine was stuck on repeat
I'm sorry
The final words whispers through the room cutting deep
Her lovers voice will forever be lovely and sultry
She couldn't help the slow spread of desire but anger was thicker
And by the 13th apology, the voice met the sharp side of the Hammer.
Words scattered blending into the air, ripping the silence apart
It matched a broken heart for her mind had won and danced in victorious sorrow
Happy Birthday to me
She sing, the sad song low and deep
Happy Birthday to me
She sing the aches from beyond the soul
What a wonderful day to celebrate
She cry, long and hard
Turning a whole 19.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Flirt in a white dress
You look at her with calculation
A turning and clicking brain
Her shy smile of silly flirtation
Subconsciously become lustrous and vain
Small talk, hushed messages whispered incognito
She has lovely hands, fingers slender and pretty
A sexy pose, hips out, chest up, and pointed toes
You transform goofy, alluring, but charmingly witty
But its only a quick pass-the-time game
Small and insignificant but still playfully silly
A wink for you
my flirty little kitty
Until next time I bid thee adieu!
A turning and clicking brain
Her shy smile of silly flirtation
Subconsciously become lustrous and vain
Small talk, hushed messages whispered incognito
She has lovely hands, fingers slender and pretty
A sexy pose, hips out, chest up, and pointed toes
You transform goofy, alluring, but charmingly witty
But its only a quick pass-the-time game
Small and insignificant but still playfully silly
A wink for you
my flirty little kitty
Until next time I bid thee adieu!
Friday, May 8, 2009
Untitled
Dangerous women drenched red
With bare feet on green moss floors
Follow my crumbs of broken bread
My jungle daydream, is yours to explore
Come and see my lustful surprise
For I am the wolf in lonely disguise
Please whisper but only in a sin prayer
My name as I kiss you gently
Under the full moons glare
With bare feet on green moss floors
Follow my crumbs of broken bread
My jungle daydream, is yours to explore
Come and see my lustful surprise
For I am the wolf in lonely disguise
Please whisper but only in a sin prayer
My name as I kiss you gently
Under the full moons glare
Seasonal love
In the morning hues of the wakening day
Sweet yellow mist, coats the spring air
Love caresses my skin, her gentle way
And kisses my cheek, May's love declare
Now you are lost on your way
Wait for me, my cool spring light
Dancing in the mist in amorous sway
Until I come with the warm summer nights
Sweet yellow mist, coats the spring air
Love caresses my skin, her gentle way
And kisses my cheek, May's love declare
Now you are lost on your way
Wait for me, my cool spring light
Dancing in the mist in amorous sway
Until I come with the warm summer nights
Thursday, May 7, 2009
And the winner is
Then room becomes silent
Screams tasted like deaf
His hands slices her pain
She wipes the tears from the eyes
As she continues to fight
The knifes says to the pistol
I wonder who the winner will be
Just as the bullet takes flight
Screams tasted like deaf
His hands slices her pain
She wipes the tears from the eyes
As she continues to fight
The knifes says to the pistol
I wonder who the winner will be
Just as the bullet takes flight
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Fix
Kissing lips, burning flesh
Sweetens the already madden mess
Wipe away the blacked tar
And Take away the locks, the chains, the guards
Touching skins, shivering breaths
Addictions becomes beautiful obsessed
The bitterness that she bare and
away she takes her lonely,
her sadness, her hurt, and her hate
Sweetens the already madden mess
Wipe away the blacked tar
And Take away the locks, the chains, the guards
Touching skins, shivering breaths
Addictions becomes beautiful obsessed
The bitterness that she bare and
away she takes her lonely,
her sadness, her hurt, and her hate
Friday, May 1, 2009
Black Tainted Prayer
He said please
Cracked voice whispered needs
Heart sobbing on begging knees
Soiling the prayer position with his selfish pleas
He cried love me please
Drowning himself in a broken lovers pain
Don't look away from the love only your eyes can see
As he dirtied the prayer position
With his selfish plea
He cried please love me forever
Cradles cypress mourning flowers
When the door closes tears starts to pour
Minutes to seconds, years and hours
All smiles for kin but it be all an act
He cried in the prayer position
To bring forgotten love back
Cracked voice whispered needs
Heart sobbing on begging knees
Soiling the prayer position with his selfish pleas
He cried love me please
Drowning himself in a broken lovers pain
Don't look away from the love only your eyes can see
As he dirtied the prayer position
With his selfish plea
He cried please love me forever
Cradles cypress mourning flowers
When the door closes tears starts to pour
Minutes to seconds, years and hours
All smiles for kin but it be all an act
He cried in the prayer position
To bring forgotten love back
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Fine wine and sweet lullabies
A frown on your lips as you watch them dine
The last liquid of your life is poisonous wine
Drowning in dark heavens we are weightless stones
Skipping past the horrors of the red dancing souls
You see beauty in the black skeletons eye
Smiling lips cracks as hell floods the sky
Such lightness withers until it fades
You become the sweet flowers that dies and decades
The last liquid of your life is poisonous wine
Drowning in dark heavens we are weightless stones
Skipping past the horrors of the red dancing souls
You see beauty in the black skeletons eye
Smiling lips cracks as hell floods the sky
Such lightness withers until it fades
You become the sweet flowers that dies and decades
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Bless you Father and Mother
Forgive them Father above
It is in your house that he sin
In pleasurable throes of immoral act
Not once, neither be twice but three times again
and again
Love taken away by hate
Spite runs, long and fast through the soft beating heart
No amount of distance apart
Can dull affections of fury and amorous twins
Blood stains and sweet champagne
Mother cry for Father
No sorrow for sweet innocent corrupted daughter
Bitter whore is she for knowledge of the act
Runs deeper than the sin
Spit on the grave of both
Curses of disdain on double rotten heads
Forgiveness she said to the holy man
Will only be brought when her body is dead
When blood and disgust no longer haunts under the skin
It is in your house that he sin
In pleasurable throes of immoral act
Not once, neither be twice but three times again
and again
Love taken away by hate
Spite runs, long and fast through the soft beating heart
No amount of distance apart
Can dull affections of fury and amorous twins
Blood stains and sweet champagne
Mother cry for Father
No sorrow for sweet innocent corrupted daughter
Bitter whore is she for knowledge of the act
Runs deeper than the sin
Spit on the grave of both
Curses of disdain on double rotten heads
Forgiveness she said to the holy man
Will only be brought when her body is dead
When blood and disgust no longer haunts under the skin
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Rabbit in the clock
Look between lines of depression and alcohol knit together tight
Take me home tonight she said to the black rabbit
Water in her eyes, off the lids a downwards flight
Don't think of yesterday, the rabbit white response
Fighting off the man dressed in sand with all her might
Disappointments seeps into her brown skin
Plants the seeds of sorrow as the clocks tick-tock-tick
The pain is not a hundred but only one lonely pin
Spinning goes the ceiling, dark liquor making her sick
Day is always better than night the gray rabbit says
Heaviness in her heart, she closes brown eyes and wait for a new day
Take me home tonight she said to the black rabbit
Water in her eyes, off the lids a downwards flight
Don't think of yesterday, the rabbit white response
Fighting off the man dressed in sand with all her might
Disappointments seeps into her brown skin
Plants the seeds of sorrow as the clocks tick-tock-tick
The pain is not a hundred but only one lonely pin
Spinning goes the ceiling, dark liquor making her sick
Day is always better than night the gray rabbit says
Heaviness in her heart, she closes brown eyes and wait for a new day
Monday, April 27, 2009
Fairgrounds blues
The Ferris-wheel is off centered
So is the merry-go-round
Sound muffled like talking through a cloth filter
Little men dressed in red looks like ants on the ground
Child cries, mother scream, father frown
Plastic frogs and flower print horses smiles
Despite the tears that fell from the skies
The flashes of Gods camera blinds us for a millisecond
Before the world darkens
As the Ferris-wheel runs off the with merry-go-round
With the children still sitting in the coloured baskets
The sorrowful fairgrounds.
So is the merry-go-round
Sound muffled like talking through a cloth filter
Little men dressed in red looks like ants on the ground
Child cries, mother scream, father frown
Plastic frogs and flower print horses smiles
Despite the tears that fell from the skies
The flashes of Gods camera blinds us for a millisecond
Before the world darkens
As the Ferris-wheel runs off the with merry-go-round
With the children still sitting in the coloured baskets
The sorrowful fairgrounds.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Winter Flowers
Are you there God?
Yes, my little lost one?
Will you kill me please and bury me in the snow
Then when the sun melts plant some purple flowers
The ones that blooms bright after the Aprils showers?
No the ones that dies right before winter
Why do you want whither?
The snow reflects my cold life
It was her purple flowers that me less bitter
Yes, my little lost one?
Will you kill me please and bury me in the snow
Then when the sun melts plant some purple flowers
The ones that blooms bright after the Aprils showers?
No the ones that dies right before winter
Why do you want whither?
The snow reflects my cold life
It was her purple flowers that me less bitter
Past emotions
She took a dull knife and plunged into sadness
Envy, wrath, fury, lost self-control
Destruction, frustration, vexation, madness
Loneliness, depression, obsession, her soul
Annoyance, vexation, drowning in bitterness
With anguish, misery, sorrow, melancholy
Vulnerable, relieved, content, numbness
Woeful, heartsick, doleful, dreary
Envy, wrath, fury, lost self-control
Destruction, frustration, vexation, madness
Loneliness, depression, obsession, her soul
Annoyance, vexation, drowning in bitterness
With anguish, misery, sorrow, melancholy
Vulnerable, relieved, content, numbness
Woeful, heartsick, doleful, dreary
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Hush little lover
In our warm afterglow, sex fogs the windowpane
Contentment lays with our feminine bodies
We watch as Lady Harpies frolic in the summer rain
She is my Venus and I her Aphrodities
Secret whispered affections to my beloved
I desire only her touch and so I am lured easily into her embrace
With others around I bow and press my lips to her silky white gloves
But If they only knew how her skin was softer than any lace
Her higher birth, complicates the situation too much
For with the rise of the sun, broken is destined be my heart
Cracking with each pound, longing for her vixen touch
Damned be the exposing light that rips us 'part
Contentment lays with our feminine bodies
We watch as Lady Harpies frolic in the summer rain
She is my Venus and I her Aphrodities
Secret whispered affections to my beloved
I desire only her touch and so I am lured easily into her embrace
With others around I bow and press my lips to her silky white gloves
But If they only knew how her skin was softer than any lace
Her higher birth, complicates the situation too much
For with the rise of the sun, broken is destined be my heart
Cracking with each pound, longing for her vixen touch
Damned be the exposing light that rips us 'part
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Warm emotion
Melting my heart in the warmest part of her hands
Kissing it tenderly - such a nectarous, delectable brand
Opening up her moist lips and whisper gently her poetry
No innocent words portray how I feel when your fingers touch me
Emotion so strong its all that I can stand
As you hold my heart in the warmest part of you hands
Kissing it tenderly - such a nectarous, delectable brand
Opening up her moist lips and whisper gently her poetry
No innocent words portray how I feel when your fingers touch me
Emotion so strong its all that I can stand
As you hold my heart in the warmest part of you hands
Lunar Flower
And then I kissed her rosy lips
Setting my body on blazing fire
Seeping down neck, breast, to inner hips
Enticing arms embraced me, her thorny vines of desire
My mind strokes her soft petaled body
Sinful hands wishes to do the same
Urges so strong and wanting to fly free
But doubts keeps the honey bee's tamed
The moon blooms her to life again
But death comes with the rising sun
Last night we bathed in each others sin
And waited for morning to once again come
Setting my body on blazing fire
Seeping down neck, breast, to inner hips
Enticing arms embraced me, her thorny vines of desire
My mind strokes her soft petaled body
Sinful hands wishes to do the same
Urges so strong and wanting to fly free
But doubts keeps the honey bee's tamed
The moon blooms her to life again
But death comes with the rising sun
Last night we bathed in each others sin
And waited for morning to once again come
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Persons-like me
Existing Situation
Needs some attention and must feel she is somewhat important to those around her. Is conceited and is easily offended, but most time wont voice that offense to offender, thinking everyone has their own set opinions. However, is unaware how bitter and resentful it makes her.
Stress Sources
Unfulfilled hopes have left her feeling uncertain and even a little fearful about the future. Needs to feel secure and avoid further disappointment; fears she will be looked over, lose her position, or lose respect.
Restrained Characteristics
Although she feels isolated and alone, she is afraid of forming deep, meaningful relationships. Thus, the reason why she form them. Feels trapped in a helpless situation and is desperately seeking relief. She is able to find temperary pleasure and happiness in sexual activity, as long as there is not a lot of conflict or emotional difficulty.
Desired
Wants everyone one to be happy and unaware of her own struggles thinking no one needs to feel weighed down by her burdens. Needs to feel reliable for others to cover up for the disappointments done to her. Wishes to be useful in some way that will reach out to people in order to find someone to understands her.
Actual Problem
Is disappointed and let down, feels there is no point in making new goals as they will leave her feeling the same way. Is unable to admit to her short comings, which leads her to act out in an aggressive and resentful way.