Just because you look at me the way in which you do
Is just the.  Fire I require just to see the hard things through.

Just because I look away sometimes when you are near is just the
Little boy in me just loving you my dear.

Just a moment if you please to still my weak and shaky knees
When you hold me close in your caress .my ear pressed gently to your breast. As our breathing slows and senses clear.

Just say that you will always love me.
Need me, trust me hold. me.

In your heart.
In your dreams .
In your world. For
Just forever.
That is all.

She is drawn to SATAN like an addict to heroin
She burns her fingertips, edging them into candle wax, mourning in the absence of Lucifer
“Dear valentine “she cries in the stark midnight, she won’t give in this time
She licks her raven shot gun, lining all the bullets in the form of pentagram
All she can hear is ringing in her head, he has made her weak,
Dangly calves, wrists scarred, teeth marks on her neck & heart scattered-
Like the ashes of his past lover’s
Traits of an incubus, seducing naïve women
Toying with their hearts, Masking his destructive tendencies, like a Russian politician
Eyes all pleasant lies, lips uttering praises for the rival’s spoken lines

Rough sex wont her mind, her heart wont subdue to his crimes
She is a fighter, he is a sinner
Smoke edged fingertips, lips turning into a wicked glee, bow down to the madhouse queen
Insanity is a welcomed relief, freedom from his infidelity
Pressing on the lever, pointed directly at his cerebrum
“Venomous mind, you should’ve have never thrown your heart in confines, you would have been alive”
CRACK! Led by a passage of dead silence, later morphed into scavengers screeching and agile flapping of inky wings.

What is equality?
But an eight letter word,
Shot down by pathetic attempt to make it real.
What is used?
Who can stop the ominously eerie sky from encroaching on a one beautiful legend?
Left behind to face dispair,
Constant thoughts and motions releasing explicit actions and words for the world to see.
Gaze upon the broken,
Push the weak,
Stomp on the hopeless.
Watch them break and shatter one last time.
Disintegrating dust gets lost in the wind,
Slowly moving to the back of a faded memory.
Just another face lost to the long forgotten sorrow.

“You’re perfect.”
“You’re worthless.”
                                  “You’re able.”
  “You will fail.”                                                          ­                                  “You’re empowered.”
                                                          “Y­ou’re weak.”
    “Be you.”                                
                                                             ­             “Let us fix you.”      
          
This is just the start to the plethora of lies that constantly contradict themselves through lustful eyes that objectify and ads that give the “flawless formula” that may just grant you one glance from that wayfaring guy.
One second it’s edification and the next it’s an abundance of filthily crippling lies; most have ceased to even recognize the truth among these fables. I’ve noticed that the paradox of perfection that we are feeding this generation has poisoned them.
They’ve lost their direction because the messages endlessly alter and they are now left with the enchantingly eerie tune of rejection. The consistency they long for is constantly being drowned in the depth of the repudiation brought on by this culture and its lies.
It’s reached the climax at which they no longer know what it is they should despise.
So they despise themselves.
Heartbreakingly unaware that they are loved,
Wanted,
And free.

i used to go to my grandmother's house during the summer
and in her backyard, behind all the trees
was a river
some days it'd be weak
sitting still without interruption
some days it'd be violent
crashing against the bank
and one day
i was laying by the river
watching it flow by to somewhere i couldn't see
and i stuck my hand in the water
and it rushed between my finger tips
i heard my grandmother shout,
"try to hold the river back"
and i laughed "i can't do that grandma"
and i pulled my hand out

a year after i went to my grandmother's house for the summer
and in her back yard some of the trees
had snapped and fallen over
but there was still the river
and it was gentle
i kneeled down by the river
and stuck my hand in the water
it danced around my finger tips
and i shouted
i can hold the river back grandma
and she smiled softly, "that's lovely"
and she walked out

today i went to my grandma's house
and in her back yard the trees
were rotting away and everything was silent
but there was still the river
as if it absorbed every bit of life that had once existed around it
and it was trashing viciously
like a dog wanting to be let from its cage
and i stood staring at the water
and thought of summer
i heard myself saying
"try to hold your river back"
and i couldn't

Fuck you apathy.
This world is collapsing to your kind.
Fuck you're talentless
Open your mind, it's not time to hide.
Fuck your I only care about me
We are all of same blood.
Fuck your empty skull
I'm tired of these vapid conversations.
Fuck your junkie scars
Too weak to face the light
And fuck me
For listening to this shit so long.

Created July 2, 2012

Meredith, I can breath
though I've seen things no man shouldve seen

Meredith i see straight
my legs they tremble but my heart aches

walking along the waves
my heads in space

should i speak of these ways

Meredith my knees are weak
Im scared of disease and i cant sleep

and if she does go with him
i'll die alone
i will just keep believing and hoping that that ain't so

meredith, my souls broke loose, now that the bottles open
you can smell that I've been bruised

but I'm tackling questions
im tackling flaw
cuz the bottom of the oceans where I've been all along

so what i'm gonna do's go at my own pace
and I aint a gunna let a thing get in my way