Saturday, April 9, 2011

mmm...

"My dear boy, no woman is a genius. Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly. Women represent the triumph of matter over mid, just as men represent the triumph of mind over morals."
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray Ch. 4

Desires

"I knew that I had come face to face with someone whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself."
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray Ch. 1

Oscar Wilde

"The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play."
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray Ch. 1

I am a greedy bitch

The breadcrumbs of the pleasure
are meant to be followed by the starved.
Casual touches and confessions
dictates how badly craving hurts.

Pleasure being a fucking tease.
Art making it easy to moan out ballots
and love-
Oh love, you are
an illusion of my desire.

A liar with knack for making me yearn.
A thief that steals my breath
every time it knocks on the door asking,
'Please let me in. It's hot
all I ask is for a small drink.'

A very good liar.
Really love you are asking for something more.
Something more than just a simple sample.
More than a simple pleasure which
I could give
but only in small quantities.
And we both know that will never be enough
for your parched throat and empty tummy.

But any more would be
taking away from the meal that I
plan on feeding myself.
Lucky for the both of us
And I am a greedy bitch.

Sad Poems

Sad Poems

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Anais Nin

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.
It makes others feel as you might
when a drowning man holds on to you.
You want to save him, but you
know he will strangle you with his panic.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

In some we see

I have an headache
From sleeping in the sun for
too long.

Trying my hardest to dream my life away
For I am the daughter who longs to
Return to the dark womb

To take the place of her stillborn sister
And have only undeveloped dreams
Of the chilled outside world.
Unaware of demons, gods, angels, saints, and spirits
Unaware of expectations you didn't want
Lover you desperately need

But I am 20 years too late with my request
Said mother because there is no way your getting your
ass back in.

But I was relentless and determined and tired
I ask, well can't you take me in your arms instead?
Let me rest my head against your bare chest
And sway me to sleep?

I still think till this day I broke her heart
She saw herself in my broken sadness.
And saw that she couldn't fix me because
She was fighting, battling, and tossing and turning
herself

The next night mother wore her favorite light blue
nightgown, and went to sleep hanging from the ceiling.

Now I am stuck alone
with 20 years of experiences
20 years of unrest and
20 years of living a still death.

So far only being able to find
3 ultimates trues of life

1. That the most intimate place to kiss a women
is on the Inside of her wrist
In between the creases because
No two lips coming together
Will ever be sacred again

2. Empathy is a weapon
Ignorance is the gun
And the target is man

And I have been walking around
With the biggest fucking target painted red
On my forehead.

3. There are three kinds of insomniacs in the world
Those who won't fall asleep
Those who can't fall asleep
And those who can't stay asleep.

The frustration lay in knowing you
Can and knowing you can't at the same time

Friday, April 1, 2011

Happy April Fools day.
A boy in my french class.
S'mpelle Christian
Its his birthday today.

Happy Birthday Christian
I am uncertain of everything
Not so sure in my actions

Be my puppeteer says life
But you must tie your own strings

Uncertainty.