Tuesday, June 27, 2006
april 23 2006
Not in the Iris. Not in your Lips. Not in your heart. Not in the brows. Not in the feet. Not in the neck. Not in the ears. Not in the language of your arms. Not in the smile. Not in your frown. Not in your cheeks folding up or down. Not in your hips bringing sound. Not in your knuckles clenching tighter. or your thighs touching, to sit lighter. On this wing that's been beaten down. I find a hidden hatred in your structure. On this wing that you claimed could soar. is annoyed by boasty bore, that i have brought again; to another party. You see it is not in this light here. and it is not in the unison of all of us. it is the cold red rust of the Past. it is the very light dust that we continue to brush. yet falls back down to settle in our sight. it is not in us it seems. maybe it is not in us to continue to breathe. & is the last breath in our out? will it be mine to take in?
june 06 2006
I'll never understand chunks
under my skin. A suntan I can't obtain.
I'm white. I'm stretched. I'm white. I'm too stretched.
There's ways I can Possibly reach her, But I can't reach them.
I'm so lonely when you're around or not.
I miss feeling whole or free I even miss feeling like a slut.
for you.
There's ugly marks. Too many to explain.
A purpose. I will be failing. I can explain. I just wont-
make a sound. So you can surround your plane, and
like a chain. The past stays strong.
Like things we feel everyday every way connect.
And metal won't break. All connected pieces
Just one solid section
gives in.
june 25 2006
with a chaste catch
a delicate flavored mess
was all at first glance.
a marvelled pass to give myself
the first to this glee stuffed
skeleton eyes, of emerald inherit.
we were there in the kind of Box,Humans buy.
And we understand starving is heaven's
sky purpled, gorging, opening to thee.
These love greeding beings.
without the understanding that
torturing is the heart's only key/
june 26-06
your smile intrudes
others scars,you play off their frays
while it lengthens your love of yourself. to find
i no longer am searching inside you
I am now looking behind you
the puss often blows me.
myself fights me.
but youre the only one winding me.
why do their scars thread mine?
I pause enough to blink in disbelief.
But my fram looking out is still your frame.
This is not Scrap Art ; This is real Direction, Course
of Life, another ScreenPlay, Fate.
Fate
Fate.
Medicine. And I'm the only lying there.
visiting. I am the only one Paying.
My life can no longer feel wasting.
may 07 2006
I Am not the one
in the pictures
Sensifying. I do not donate
I Am taking them.
Robbing Moments on Remote.
I Read Everyone else's fortunes
That I know I don't know.still.
I WANT TO FUCKING LOSE YOU FROM MY MIND.
EVERYONE THAT HURTS ME.IS EVERYONE THAT GLOWS.
and SOON FEELS ALMOST NOW. I KNOW IM GOING to kILL MyselF
By LETting YOU ALL GO.
STILL IN LOVE WITH A STRANGER.
A HEART SWEATS AND CHOKES.
I MAY BE PRIVATE.
I MAY NOT BE INNOCENT.
in the term of PERFECT.
PROFOUND I still havent found
I SEE THE HER I HAVE LOST.
I'm NoT witH HER.
I DIAL YOU FOR A GOOD CONVERSATION. THE CLOCK ticks AND
TIME LAUGHS. YOU AMMATUER.
ANOTHER HEADACHE WHERE SHES-DRIVING ME
AWAY @ 50mph AROUND THE CORNER.
USELESS AT THE FAULT OF ME SHE CRIES
i told you unhonesty. lies are still lies.are still yours.
undated
Please be strong like an anchor
you can not be
the whole weight of this ship.
but for a while of each day
hold us still.
and dont show motion.
When I reach up to Kiss your parts.
Like you do sometimes.
Make some sound for me.
Be soft Noises. Gentle. Gentle.
Please be strong like an Anchor is.
when we hear wedding bells will we listen together
for the rest of forever.
So burn the fuel away Again. That's it's Reason.
But be Solid because We Are.
because we are meant to break.
if it's possible only we believe.
We don't have to break.
undated-
oh familliar fuck and squeeze
your hiss...
im still asking please
i climbed a tree, go down on me
i can feel you conjure.
one contest
new conquests
the prowl of bets
just give me the last kiss boy
maybe ill forgive you
and forget everything
he washed out
April 22 2006
Taking her arm which covers my chest in
with both of my hands. Like I would my
blanket.like I would for protection, or for warmth.
I have eyes desperate to direct
a last play of passion. But hers are closed now, to sleep.
A lie and a farce and a fake;
x 12:08 PM
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