We were meant to live now
Not just to exist, my friends
She told me with a dreamy
Look in her eyes
It is my just the urge
I wish not to need
But the belief in it
In the first place
If you ever need a smile
Proceed to tell me what you would do
Of all the love I see
In the world
And know, now
And how the same is thought of me
I could tell you that I lack passion
But I would be lieing through my teeth
I would like for you all to know that
Certain things do not phase me, anymore
As much as they used to
I could tell you another story
But you just might find yourself
In tomorrow by accident
If you were to let me
I feel so free, now
I don't use it all of the time maybe once a year but when
i do synaptic pathways are altered permanently
when hell is where i wish to go to laugh with the comedians of faces that
don't realize that they're smiling and taste the lips of my
face find in the dark a part of me that left off a year ago
a story almost lost in mundanity I remember the
vibrant me that loved the world for reasons outside
of its control and loosened its grip on reality to make
others laugh in a general direction i'm pointing
the sad thing is that, one of the sad things is that,
it really erodes reality and drills holes in the brain literally
it's the only thing that's worked to bring me to the people
bringing the colors out of their spirits and loving the colors individually
but now i know it's all the same to everyone just another
raving mad crazy freaked out by the incongruity in scenery
only open spaces can pacify this stink face scowl
but now the self wants to know the nature of the world cracked open
and to do it takes some septic sewage scuba diving
through the poo of you and me
love is a proper alternative but who ever loved but understood
a metal street pole
I love your smile
I love your laugh
I love your presence
I love late nights
And the downs
I loved the garden
When you were cold I held you close
We were surrounded by witherered flowers
Stripped of beauty
Devoid of life
In my mind
In my mind you are never cold
You never need my embrace
And the roses will never cease to be
Because the sun never leaves
And you are always
Come home soon Lizzy
I miss your love
I miss your face
I miss your kisses
I miss our chats
I even miss the way you'd reject me
Because at least then
We were talking
I miss being your friend
I miss being someone you could rely on
I miss making you laugh
I miss making you smile
I miss giving you confidence
I miss making you feel worthy
I miss your texts in the morning
I miss when you'd tell me "I love you"
I miss everything
I miss you
But I don't think we'll ever speak again
So I guess from here on out
I'll have to miss you less and less
Find the words to say
Let the tears rain
Let them pour down your face
And wash your pain away
The sun will come out
I need something to believe in today
Jealousy is a cruel thing
A green monster who loves to play
The thought of it stings
Didn't notice the fear overcoming me
Now my sanity is going under me
I know what you like to drink to
The bottles blue
Yeah, you love the taste of Bombay
Theres a bottom to that bottle
And your already halfway
I won't lose if life's a game
I'll gamble it till I have no more blood to pay
I promised myself I'll make the pain go away
Love is just a four letter word
unless proven in a voice for
caring. It means nothing
it is pointless.
Love is easily abused
Taken for granted
mistaken for lust
Lets face it
comes under trust
with there is no trust
Then it's simply fake
think about it
you won't understand
unless you have been
Let me be empty;
Being empty is all I know.
Stop with all you're doing,
I won't let these feelings grow.
Let me cry for others!
I don't feel my pain anymore.
It was that pain that left
My soul wasted and sore.
Let me love myself a little.
I am tired of loving him.
Please! Oh, please let me!
It makes those memories dim.
Let me; just let me to myself.
I know what I must do.
And when I'm finished doing it
I swear I'll be loving you.
From my Dark Watcher series:
I walk within the darkness,
a soul damned to search,
throughout eternity, lost to
the ray’s healing light.
A cold that has invaded,
and thus holds reign, over
a still heart that cries out for peace.
How is it then, that as I gaze into your eyes,
passion’s inferno burns deep.
A shimmering of warmth,
to soften Hell’s wrath?
Or a dream that refuses to fade,
into the mists of eternal darkness.
Moistness I feel, as she lays her
alabaster cheek against mine.
Is it her tears, or my own?
As I close my eyes upon the coming
of dawn, she lies within my embrace.
A forbidden love forever mourned.
Kathleen M. Kohl/Levinski
Your hands went cold in mine and I'm still searching for warmth.
I can hear your laugh when I sit on the couch and
I swear you call my name whenever I pass by your door.
Another finger tip,
another fine gentle brush of your skin.
Like a canvas you have painted this master piece.
Yet the pieces are made of me.
As the water colors start to run,
So do my emotions.
Or what is left of them.
I've really fucked up.
I've really fucked up.
I've really fucked up.
the canvas is complete.
First soul mate,
I'm in pieces,
and soon I will be gone.