daybreak

The heat oppressed her thoughts and her mind sluggishly crept through unconsciousness. The bed sheets clutched her moist skin and her fingers sought the clean, tender skin of the lover lying on the pillows beside her. She pulled herself out of the haze and rolled onto her left hip, the suffocating temperature choked her and with a cough her mind snapped into comprehension; her bed an empty island, the delight of a dream long gone.

faith no father

Down with my tail between my legs been snapped like the click of the door getting slammed in your face. Barefoot and bristled made my way to the hall and whistled for a cab to take me away while my broken heart fizzled out and could no longer play your games of deceit and abandon. This poor girl is landin on the strip with the uglies, bruised bandits with their terrible grins and their minds full of hymns for the devil to say you'll pay oh you'll pay one day for your loving ways.

Black Hole

I used to fill my pen with ink squeezed from my memories, twisted and contorted through the lens of my depression, through the heat of desire, the longing of the past. Dark thoughts and caverns of haunting realities seem like cozy caves where my mind toes the line. No longer full of words and ability. Drained of inspiration. Nothing living behind my eyes, wide with wonder. Why has my mind shut out my soul? Where is she hiding within this shell that circumstance controls?

Even if I pull the scarves out of my throat I can't help choking on the threads of my past. The bouquet of flowers always comes out moth-eaten and the rabbit never shows up on time. How do you use the magic of love to repair something that is always broken?

Sweet Thing

My sweet sweet thing
You really do make me sing to the full moon and stars.
I believe in life out there
With you by my side- even though I'm scared,
Of all the things we haven't said… and those things we don't even know we'll feel.
Skin and the hot friction you make me peel off my clothes,
Then I'm naked to you, always naked to myself.
Bared and born again in your eyes.
My sweet sweet thing, time flies by us.

so i sit
trapped
in small writing
and small thoughts.
And scratch a section
of light
through this black
tar
that has draped over
my heart.
beating so quietly and
so small
inside my tiny chest.

One of my favorite poems

You Said Is - ee cummings

you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
Looking into
your eyes Nothing,i said, except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.

...and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand(which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl's
breast,
lightly)
Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered

Self Slaughter

I take a dagger and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
my own chest.
self destruction is my exhilaration.
The adrenalin that pumps my psychosis.

5:44 AM

your lips on mine is no longer a pleasure you endow very easily.
the motions of everyday have erased your love for me
the look of sweet desire i no longer see
i want you to press yourself to me and just be
that man who wants me eternally.
i have not extinguished the we
you no longer have interest in intimacy.