A Series of Seven

Humans are so easily swayed.
Lured by gilded promises of hollow
trinkets, in exchange for
a continued existence vainglory.

Lust is the physical
manifestation of vulnerability
in the feminine divide. Worshiped
crudely he turns her vulgar and ashamed.

Pride is the self-entitlement
of the neighbors home. Tailored
fit, aloof dispositions. Stay
calm while we spit on your culture.

Wrath knows what knife will
cut deepest. What another's blood under
our fingernails, teeth grind to the
gum feels like

Sloth gives too little, to help the soul.
Glutton takes too much, to feed others.

Humans covet
the things we see around us. Envy
is the colonialism that has grown
too powerful because my pockets will
never be empty.

asleep

She felt lips on her dreams. And hands, heavy and warm sliding across the planes of her mind. Combined with light brushes in between the folds of each scene. It drove her deliciously mad.

Skin, breath, eyes, mouth replayed over and over again, deep into the night. Fragments Flashes. God it always felt so good. Even long after she had awaken with a wanton name on her tongue and pictures lingering still behind her lids.

words of inspiration

Capturing the moment is impossible,
so she saviors it as much as she can.
It tastes tarty, and whimsical.
Like a walking daydream.

Aspirations arent sleeping,
but instead on a quest. Just like the
juices sliding down her chin,
dripping in between her breast.

Swollen. With second guesses
at what bread crumbs to follow.
Fuck it she will go wherever it leads.
And have a full stomach, with passion
absorbing in from head to toe.

The blind poet

I'm going blind. And reading in bad light don't help the fading.

But I like the natural light of morning and twilight more than the artificial light of the bulb, which makes the words glisten like a mirage. So unreal, so fantasied, so fake.

But during the in between times of night and day when I can practically feel the inspired words pressing against the inside of my eyes and on the back of my pupils.

I see the world through 20/20 vision

The room

In the tiny room that is her life she kept forgetting how young she is.
Keep forgetting, about the time line that continues and don't stop.

And in her room that is her life, there are boxes of memories that takes up too much space and forces her attention to those moments.

They are piling higher up the wall and outward into the center
of the room, her room that is her life.

It sometimes feels claustrophobic and stuffy inside.
With no doors only windows that lets light in but only half the time.
She can see the wind in the way the trees move but not feel the breeze.

Dismisses from her mind that she has ever felt it before, but at the same time has, but then not quite. Kind of easy to do she realized, this failure to recall things

Wake

Sing to me,
to me,
to me.
For I am lost. Meticulously
in the details
of this world.

It weighs down
on me with blinding words,
deafening actions,
and tasteless sounds.

I will never
apologize for my
soul that strives
just to be,
to be
to be

But I can’t escape
her, my alluring muse. For
I am just a simple single moiety
standing outside the gates of resting
trying to reach through.
Trying to grab a dream.

So instead
of more wondering,
I ask just to
please sing me
back to sleep,
to sleep,
to sleep.

Laws of Force

Desire to the third power is life.
With no sure punishment for
sin, all is corruptable.

Force is the square root
of all evil. Causing
action to reaction to never equal
freedom!

Jumping

This is farewell to the her that is holding me back. The winds never sung so loud before. The world never been so bright, still tinted red because of the bloodshot vision.

Naughty demons didnt have wings. So obvious now it being the reason she fell the first time. She was blind then but her eyes were wide the fuck open now.
Expecting the drop changes history, because she has glided down around the block a couple times.

Remember no surprises.

Broken windows

It was another accident
Something she couldnt quiet comprehend,
With the shade stretch pass her eyes
Blinding from the world her bends and cries

Giving up understanding
The cracks in life she often felt
love them but then love them not
As they leak in more sunlight

Mother's baby

I held my stillborn sister in my arms and rocked as she slept on and on...on and on. She had 3 of my names and the same father as brother and I. Same nose and but mothers pretty brown eyes. I wonder if she inherited mama's sickness just like I had.

They say you dont know what you got until what you got is gone. When will you too disappear sweet child? And leave me alone once more? Slowly but surely going completly mad in sorrow and lonieness.

Drive

If not now, when? She stared at the passing white lines and was fixated. Deciding to start from the middle instead the end. Because the end was too sad of a place to visit. She was blind and didnt even notice it. What hurts the most is not the break of my heart like the white lines but the beautiful things that will never come to be.

If not us, who? I was offer to go dancing with sweet Lucifer and his lover Brutus. Hearing the words of many but she only listen to a few. Because the fallen Angels words was sweeter honey. If not us then whom indeed? The line was no longer broken but streaming along the pavement, she tries to stare at it forever. Escaping.

But truth always comes and knocks her off her feet. If not together, than how can they both avoid defeat? Whats the point when they have already lost? Stabbed in the back with a knife called lust. Et tu, Bruté? She pondered that as the white lines started to disappear and reappear in front of her eyes again.

Wet dream

She dreamed last night that it rained today. Down it poured, like her heart down the drain. Her lips she kissed in her fantasy. She miss her sinful voice. Whispers of bitter promises, that she used to want to drown herself in. Dear father, how ironic. But now she is tired. So very tired of dreaming and waking up teary eyed.

Amaze Frail and Sacred

The stairwell to the stars was missing steps and frail cracks of twilight luminated the darkening night. But I still tried to find a way through the darkness. With eyes wide in frightening amaze I watched as my star shattered into a million pieces. Ive cried long and hard crystal dusts in my halted sacred plight.

The dreams of isolation have never before tasted so appealing.

Today

The emotional clarity in her soul brightens the cloudy world of her intellect. Raining on her embracing words and trails. Spending her time in distracting perfection as she stroll down intertwining roads.

Soothing aches shiver. Return with a gentle smile but never failing to recall the blisters of another day beyond gray the sky.

Cut the ribbons

Breath. Under my skin. Through out our bodies, against one another. Smile. Beautiful. Warm. Laughing at the feeling again. Listening to the world with cotton ears except her affectionate hums. Trying to control herself but is so torn.

Quivering breath drys out her mouth. Exhale, inhale then hold.

But she dont care. All she has to do is remember to breath and not to run. To breath and not to run.

Bewitched body and soul

She is the dream in the world that comes crashing around. Blindly. closing her eyes to see. Her name whispered against the knife called lust as it fills the body with life and trust.

Each thrust, moan, and fuck compares nothing to the swallowing of her voice.

Leaving her scent in every breath she tastes. Fasination lingers around to wink at her frame of mind leaving her closed eyes moist.

Press Play

This isnt over baby, she wont believe a word they say. With eyes closed her heart cries. Whispers still lingers from last nights, and fingers still twitch from pause to stop to play. This song is for you says the empty sheets as the bed rocks and sways.

Running around the moans, floating above, and collapsing against the lips. Choking on empty air, none sense and incoherence. Counting the sips of lies as they pretend kiss. Tastes just like bliss.

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.

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.