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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

...Drip

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.

Sleep

When pain brushes her hand from behind
Tightly sealed lips press against the knuckle

love is seen beyond closed eyes
time please don't fly right by

For pain only surrenders when she sleep
Yet loudness is consumed by hatred so deep
Forcing the peaceful dead, to wake

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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