but interrogatives were never introducedif i were to say what i want how i want when i wanti would talk of you you and me you and she you and theyi could speak to the trees mountains clouds sun and seei would declare:shaded life peaks soft white density with a glow from my eyeslove tingles even with a ghost and family in the mixwhere doesn't matter why scares me who is ibut interrogatives were never introduced.
i found your lips on the groundi found your lips on the groundi put them to my cheekcradled them lovinglythey spoke to me promisesin feather-light caressesimploringi give them back tothe crisp green grasswith tearsi don't pretendto want just part of you
Alternatively, Zeros and Ones a measure tempered in shadowstime talks zeros and onesspeaking binary with a slip of the tonguehe divulges the rules of give and takea salve, a killeras he passes, he heals my heartforces my eyes openhe knows my bodymy facegives me no respitepulls me closer to my end everydayand yet my heart beats a staccatoupon seeing his face every morningi love him, i hate himi hang upon his every wordwhen he talkszeros and ones
The Betrayal of Lumenlights danceplayfully, strikinglyagileas they waltz acrosshertear-stained, blood-drainedunlocked face
Twisted Corsettwisted corseteager handstangled in stringsof the heartloversdenied timeslip away
disillusionmentdisillusionmentswallow back tearspast the mountaina bitter pill lodged in my throatacrid taste disintegrating hopethe flavor tasted over and over againlike the heartbeat in the dry, cracked skin at the end of my fingertipsa pain that cannot be hiddena constant reminder of being too openwinter's gift
One Word From Youstripped downin a place of stuckleftwith a vow of adornmentlips sewn shutwith the thread of pridemy tongue picks at the stitchingand a single syllablewill not slipfor fear of further piercingbut, a wordone word from youwould spread the seam with a rip
i taste your desire in meyour breath on my cheekshivers to my lipsraces with minesharing moist heati taste your desire in me-i hold you in my thoughts
i am opened (A Pseudo Ode to a Poet)nowsoft openingput your finger infeel the moisturethe heatedstaccato beatof fluid expressionbeforecold wastelandfingers not welcomeddenied the drynessthe aridwithered thumpof comatic depressionthenfucking poemfingers hands lips teeth tonguefought for airthe decadentpounding clackof worded manifestationyou poet burned my fortressignited my voicebranded me one of youi am openedgive me your hand
DepressionThe saddest tragedy contains no death.
god never meant for us to be anything1. patricki expected wondersfrom a boy with a tonguelike a viper and a small,spare room in a strange house.i did not get them.2. tyronei tasted my first cigarette on your lips.and couldn't wash the taste out for weeks.i never smoked again.3. zaccwe were a divine mistake,right down to the way your hands skittered over my flesh like deer.your mother read the fury on my faceas i left.4. blakea dark roomand misplaced pillows caught my disinterestand muffled itwhile you pulled off your shirt.it never went as far as you had hoped.5. lukeyou taught me the disadvantages satin sheets hold.i taught you how to feel falsely oppressed.6. peteryou taught me how to appreciate the shape of kind hands and quiet lips in a rowdy school yard.i forgot your namewithin a year and recall it with doubt.7. markusmy hips had notswollen to accommodate a fetus.your interest lay withmy mothe
Deux ex machinaMaybeyou should start being morehonest with yourself.You will never be aconstellation ora sunspot on themoon; only fallenheroes belong there,and your life wasn'tpitiful enough tocavort with the stars.The gods love agood tragedy, but only whenthey're the oneswriting the playbill. Itisn't any fun when the actorsforget their lines andbreak character.(better draw the curtainsbefore the performance morphsinto a comedy)You say "I'm sorry" but inreality the only thingyou're apologizing for isleaving before the showended and reading thewrong horoscope that day.
i step into you with impurity
i step into you with impurityembrace me in warmthlick my skinget meweti love a good showerdon't you?
No Longer Coldblue skies, birds singingwarm spring breezes soothe - my heartno longer cold, blooms
infinitively with abandona measure tempered in shadowstime talks zeros and onesspeaking binary with a slip of the tonguehe divulges the rules of give and takeever illusory in natureChronos whispers promises in the darkromantic syllablesinconceivable in the lightand yet do i hang upon his every wordpast presentinfinitivelywith abandon
Hansel and GretelWhat kind of mothersends her children outwithout their shoes or coats -nothing but a trail of crumbsto find their way back home?They all find their way here.Maybe it is the scent of holidaysfreshly baked inside my kitchenor the sight of spice dropsglistering in the rampant dusk.The children like my house -my rich ginger carpetsso easy to get lost inand the pink pillowspuffed and glossy with promises.They do not notice me watching,how my fingers slip around their wriststo measure their meager livesor how I can smell whenthey last ate their supper.They only smile at meand beg for more chocolatein greedy little voicesand ask if they can seewhat's baking in my oven now.
what I forgot to sayto the girl who lives like a hurricane:don’t expect to tell me aboutyour addiction to self-harm andNyquil and have me smile;although, as I shiver from lakewaterand things less tangible, I seem toacquire a talent for glossing over the listof things I need to tell you--your boyfriendis an asshole. California does notbegin and end in a tiny town wherepeople operate like clockwork aroundthe same happy working song. I am nota fountain of wisdom, and, to be honest,I can barely understand you over thethunderstorms in my own brain.you are beautiful and you arewrong..to the girl I left back in time:purpose is not a given. I amthe same teenage angst who usedto wear too much eyeliner andcomplain about my futureas I’d foretold it-- loveless and whiny,like me. I am her plus a few moreself destructions and minusa lot more days to continue strivingalongside you for simple goals andsimple friends and simple memoriesI won’t remember..to the girl who see
on bradbury and table dancingYou are not a wordsmithwhatever you might like to think. ('Smith'indicates precision and coldness and fire:words are softer than that unless you mold them strong.)It's a difficult road to follow, and not manymake it past the fork. Choose a path,Janus says, whirligig keys spinning on his shoulders:I am a wordworker, with my tools too crude, formingrough-edged carvings painted with pretty imagery.Notebooks scattered across the landscapeof a child's room, to be stumbled across,read, red-penned, in the thick and choking breath of night.When the bough breaksa hanged man laughs. He carries typewritersin his pockets, and cigarettes in the soles of his shoes.I will never be a word mistress,whoring myself to the speech of people I do not know and will never know me.The oven is set to Fahrenheit 452, but the words were already aflamebefore they ever took shape under your tongue.You love everything they've ever written, and carryunabashed loathing for every syllabl
In a world of broken promisesIn a world ofbroken promisesDreams are for the weakSo many lackconsciencesYou can't trusta word they speakBut true to the wordof liarscomes a tale sowell knownThe burning pyresof hope doever roam
Two hearts beating the sameYour eyes stare into mine like the depths of the seawaves of emotion lapping at my consciousnessWhispers of tomorrow and yesterdayblend into the presentwith jarring accuracyHope and fear waft through the airin jumbled sensibilitieswhile trust builds and fadeswith the passing dayEach heartbeat an eternityof the here and nowfighting the might have beenworried for the soon to comeAs the day turns to nightwe dream and dare to hopebut with each dawning raywe also fear the separationof all that was and isI will stand here at the crossroadsand wait for fates handI will let the wild dream of hope fill meand fight the fear within...Two hearts that beat such a strong rhythmcan never be torn apartunless they so chooseit is this belief thatmust sustain meabove all else..We will never be separated again
Some stories are best left untoldThe glass eye is on the window sillis it just me or are you ready to kill?a dagger, a gun, a sword through the heartTimes wound, torn apartunfinished the word,Leave, you solemnly sayunfinished, undeterred,time must hold swayfear not the reaperfor this too shall passdo well to fear the keeperof this last, pastthe smell, a rose, the ice on the glassthe portent of things come to passthe music, it darts and it sways in timeNothing goes in a straight lineclose the door, shutter the window, let the curtains fallpay no heed to the sounds down the hallCool the reddened tide within,Let the wheel of fate spina thread cut today, a line tomorrowunchallenged pain and sorrowFear not the past, for it has no holdsome stories are best left untold
Just tell me goodbyeDroplets slowlyMove downThe broken window paneStare at the darkened skyConsoled by the rainWounds inflicted byYour wordsTears hidden behind a smileI don't want to break this downBut it's best if we move onLove itself brings us this painOh, I hate that love songThe light fades from the dayAnd the moon hides in the cloudsThe heat in your heart fadesAnd I'm standing all aloneJust tell me goodbyeOh, tell me goodbyeIt's easier this wayJust tell me goodbyeTell me goodbyeBefore it's all too lateWhen the dream that stirred our bloodFinally breaks into the dayJust tell me goodbye..Tell me goodbyeIt's already too lateI stared into your eyesWatched the weakness grow and strain As we try to surviveThe feelings show but we refrainI've never needed anyoneLike I've needed you todayBut it's too late for what we wantWe gave it all awayHearts beating, so in tuneTo late to realize where we'd goThere's never enough roomFor it to ever showBaby, when your ey
DesperationI want to shred your imaginationLeave you pale beneath the starsI want to rip open your indignationExposing all your scarsI want to bleed your desperationCatching your despair in jarsI want to feed your recriminationAs you scream out your parts
Hope and FaithShare forth the burden of trustlet fate fall to dustremember in time all things rustash to ash, dust to dustlet freedom come to those who ringnot knock, not hope, let it not stingfor fate is that which we bringDon't rely on anythingthose who doom themselves to fatelock themselves out of the gateand idly do they waithoping their fears to abateLet not the will of fate bindFree your souls, free your mindthough the years have been unkindlife still has a silver line
Sets me freeWhen you lose your smileI place the blame on myselfEvery heartbeat a trialThe broken clock on the shelfWhen your eyes fill with tearsI want to take those yearsBut it's never enoughNo never enoughWhen I close my eyesI think of all we've lostThe soft criesWords the winds tossedDriven back against the oddsSouls torn, mend, and breakOnward time plodsAlone we seem to scrapeBut it's never enoughNo.. never be enoughStaring into the seaA kindness of the dawnThe color of your eyes hypnotize meI wish that I was wrongEverything to save youLet the broken wings mendWhispered promises you rueBut our wills can never bendBut it'll never be enoughNo.. Never enoughWhen your fingers caress meMy eyes fill with desireHearts set freeCatching on fireSoaring to the highest heightWith you by my sideHow can something be so rightWashing away with the tideIt's never enoughNo, it will never be enoughLet the world hear me singThe song that's in my soulHear my spirit ringFor
Every second awayEvery moment I'm awayfeels like I'm a breathaway from certain deathYour essence I lap uplike the desert laps upthe falling rainlonging to be wholeI stare into your eyesa parched soulMemories of your touchlinger in my psycheteasing and tantalizingCalling on all my strengthto control shuddered urgesto beg for moreEvery second an eternityof longing and daydreamingfor the next time we may touchYour voice stirs in meimaginings that have lainsilently biding their timeLike a cat waits to pounceI ache, every nerve on endstirring at the thought of youAs time moves slowly byI long to soar to youto fly...Come to me in whatever fashionjust please, unbridle all your passionSo we may lay to rest the questionof whom loves whom best
Hope the endless masochistHope the endless masochistA tunnel for your trustshattered down the hingescovered in rustFraming every phrasewith a portent of a lietricking everyonewho would ever seek to tryinto this spiralforward I must gonot trustingwhat I knowThe depths of hopeforsake methe blind walk freeJustice I do call to taskthe rising water seeSomewhere deep insidethe longing to be freethe cords tied around my neckthe blindfold, mine eyes metHolding just sohiding fast the lightAnd the hidden I knowAwash, a mask of fright