Sunday, March 13, 2011

twenty six

Long ago I dreamed in Once Upon a Time.  I yearned for my happily ever after with you.  The hero rescued his love and saved her from certain death.  The myths of these loves were filled with darkness, despair, and evil that were vanquished by the sword yielding lover.  All these acts of virtue were done in the name of true love.  When I awoke, I found myself in a nightmare.  The hero was consumed by evil, a dragon with fire that lurked deep in his soul.  No longer do I wait for true love to save me.  Happily never after.  Pick up cold steel and push forward toward my own happiness.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

twenty five

The quiet drowns out the voices
That are screaming out your name
Solitude opens a part of me
That will never be the same
My tide ebbs and flows
With the thoughts in my head
Distorted, perverted images of love
An emotion better left to the dead
No point to open up to a new threat
Feelings cannot be passed to another
If one heart is hard and refuses to melt
No time given to heal, left just with a cover
Time in my head to get lost inside
To find out what is there left whole
Time in my heart to rebrick the wall
Perhaps a door left open for your soul
Hope not for me to love your face
The ties that bind one there will keep
Me from partaking in such acts of fools
No matter the hours I sit and weep
Jealous of the smiles of foreign lovers

twenty four

Collector of broken treasures
You seek out the ones that are scarred
Tarnished, faded, cracked or marred
Pick them up with gentle care
Caress every crevasse with skillful hand
The details, marks you all too well understand
The time spent with the precious things
You use to make them shine
Put it on a shelf and tell all “They are mine.”
Up high away from the comforting gaze
To be hidden from thought and sight for days
Glancing only briefly at the collection you have
Before you begin another hunt for the next gem
A beautifully broken angel to add to ‘them’

Friday, March 11, 2011

twenty three

Where did you go?
          I never left.
I miss your face.
          Why did you close your eyes?
I want to touch you, feel your skin on mine.
          You grew more interested in your other endeavors.
I need to put my lips on you.
          Mine never stopped moving for you.
I want you to come to me.
          Why did you walk away?
I miss your thoughts.
          They never left your face.
Where did you go?
          I wasn’t the one who went.

twenty two

Building of anticipation
Thoughts grew stronger
My name falling from your lip
A heart first had to rip
When an embrace joined the two
The words brought them into one thought
Consumed by the beauty of the other
Emotions to strong to smother
The knowing that it will come to an end
Though neither dares to pretend
The day of resolution drawing near
Ignore the signs, ignore the warning
Enjoy the night and enjoy the morning

twenty one.....explicit

The game, the game you love to play
Fuck the bitch.  It feels the same.
Just as the first.  Doesn’t feel quite right
The way she moved the way last night
Over again growing more lame
How does she move that little skank
You fear to tell her where she will rank
Compared to the one you thought
You were certain your lies had bought
Now your ass is left in dust
With trash ass tail you fail to trust
To open all your inner mind
Because her mind fails to find
That shallow ass cunt you fail to love
Her thoughts are the same as the one before
The deep lyrics and melodies within
Your soul and heart you have been
To frightened to let the shallow bitch see
How open you are when you’re with me
Close tight your eyes and forward go
The one you want will always know

Thursday, March 10, 2011

twenty

Entranced by your wonderment
You call to me
I see other faces in yours
But wish only to find mine
I stare and get lost in you
Your warmth surrounds me
Soft whispers beg me to listen
I long to make you mine
I crave your touch
When my hand meets yours
It leaves me scarred
When I have you, you burn me
Enamoured or ignorant, I know not which
I reach for you again
How long will I play with this fire?

nineteen

Hide your eyes from my face
Tremble at the thought of an embrace
Fear of never wanting to let go
The only one you wish to know
Bury the emotion far and deep
Pray out it will never seep
A chance brush on the skin
Boils over what you hide within
Stare at yourself and tell it a lie
Easier to shut out than try
Open the body and open the mind
Leave the heart captive long behind
Bound from the pain it can feel
Superficial love mirrored as real
No one will break and no new scars
If all our pieces are kept behind bars

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

eighteen

Ignore the itch
Pray it goes away
Scratch the surface
It bleeds for days
Your fingers trace the skin
Tempting to dig deep
Touch what lies within
Are you scared of the scare it will leave?
Fear stops you once again
Who are you trying to deceive?
The scars on your face
Are deeper, fresher, bitter
Thank those on others you may grace
Don’t hide what you want to feel
The pain and joyous release
As the callous casing begins to peel.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

seventeen

She fits utterly in your hands.  Her face is like an angel.  Her words allure you.  Hold her.  Keep her safe.  But you grow tired of your birds feather.  They loose their brilliance to you.  She no longer sings the same sweet melody you once adored.  So you cast her aside to search the darkness for another.  You find one.  You fine two.  They have her face but cannot draw upon her eyes.  You find three.  You find four.  Their songs are beautiful but not filled with the passion you once yearned for.  Their melody does not soothe your savage nature like hers did.  Five. Six.  Their bodies are stunning, but their minds do not relent to your cold and comforting hands.  They flinch while she begged for more.  Seven. Eight. This search for the next perfect pet loses its appeal.  The creatures you have found have filled you with lackluster joy. You long for your true first.  But, time has passed.  Much too long for her to allow you to hold her in your hands again.  You beg for her song, her words, her eyes.  Holding out your palm, pleading with her to stay. She turns with tear stained cheeks and flies away.  Heartbroken, you walk humbly back into your darkness.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

sixteen

The cold rain falls on me.
It makes my tears seem so warm.
The cold air takes over me.
It freezes my once beating heart.
Your eyes pierce me.
It makes my skin grow numb.
Your frigid hand touches me.
It makes my pulse race.
You let the cold engulf you.
It makes me mourn for the day
the sun will melt away your icy walls.

fifteen

Smile on me with the eyes that see into my soul.
Kiss me with the lips that take my breath away.
Hold me with the arms that calm my fears.
Love me with the passion to melt my cold heart.