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.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
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.