*- Today, just an ounce of a human being, but... as we shall never share a future, nor bring the world to its knees.. Why should I not drown in the past?
In all sincerity, poignant is the distance to keep on reminding me, that what once were, can no longer be. The truth is, all words demand vengeance and they persist to fall short, to fail me.. but I breathe, I breathe... -*
/Kal
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
In the light of day and dark of night, the time to make up your mind about people is never,
. . . however,
once you've become inconvenient and as they remain absent,
for better or for worse, in sickness and in health,
thank them so very much for their wishes
and vow to let go.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
Your caress has turned to mold,
to keep me good you said:
"someday, if only.."
this way,
I vivisect,
my dead soul with your
increased failed words
while I shelter
on this avenue that you walked on,
once with hopes for your return
and....going going gone.
The bad habit of my fantasies
a stillborn hunger
so massively
I wish for you
to do me violently,
in the back of your car
like a deity,
like that cigarette that never leaves your mouth
Inhale me deeply
blow the smoke out
and let me spread
from your lungs into the hole in your heart.
Drive me far - I won't object,
lick at my scars as to infect and
indulge yourself with me,
tangle in the kiss
that eyes grace
upon naked skin
dazzled by delicate writs.
As your most needed need
force me to please.
And I will cry
when the rain falls,
I do it once more for you
as if taught
to obey teardrops,
so pure
I lay them in front of you to hold
buttons to be pushed, no,
tear them apart
won't you?
-11
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 3:22 PM UTC
How long?
How long now
Must I dwell on you
Upon this bed
We will misread
Some good intentions for bad
Laid to rest
The quest for my heart begins
Between your legs
As the item in your chest belongs to someone
Who’s not there yet
Though you may think
As I may have
Some colorful bitterness to confess
I remain silent
I undo your dress
Made out of glass
A cut caress, and it cuts me
At my best
With fluid spent, between the sheets
You outstare my descent, displeased
No fire here, not you, but in me
An explosion, another cig
“Again, eat me half to sleep”
How long?
How long now
Must I dwell on it?
For the rose to bloom
As rotten as me
Inside you.
-11
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
You look impressive on paper.
Though form is temporary while class is forever.
It is no shocker, that you know not the significance of the latter.
You look impressive on paper.
Like a cup of coffee gone cold.
11
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 10:59 AM UTC
giving up the ghost
you such a flirt
to steal it all
as I wake up
and if you think this is over
you got some nerve
as impossible as
I remain destructible
in the downfall
there is no logic at all
and you got some nerve
to come here
11
...
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 4:17 AM UTC
The beginnings are never quite sudden but always so exciting and fun. We are masters, with our considerable knowledge that it will end before it has even begun, it will end when the jokes and insults turns into questions that no master has the answers for. We are masters, forevermore. And no longer just deserters who have trouble letting go. The show will go on, and like so many times before, the stage and the audience is the two of us. In its most intimacy and secrecy, with your negligence and my disobedience, it will be another sell out and with the fire led by desire upon the scenery, most regretfully, we will probably not make it to that exotic island this time either.
11
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 4:12 PM UTC
I noticed you, on the other side of the street. Conveniently, but I felt one of us was misplaced so I looked away. My eyes couldn't drag your attention as clearly as the poignancy of the image, of you, on the other side of the street.
On the other side of me.
11
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 4:11 PM UTC
I might just have to accept the fact that your alcohol talks more than you should.
Controlling what is the truth and what is less deserving to be shoved under that category, you seem so interesting and perpetually grandiose.
I believe someone asked: "what is the point of you?"
- I kid you not, I feel the same aimlessness as you see in me.
However, far away from your presence, someone needs it. You know this, but then again if you didn't, the difference would still be none what so ever. Not everything needs fixing, except you.
You're crying rivers in my bubble world, but they are still not enough to drown us.
in other words;
je suis onze, je suis ici et je le fais pour toi.
11
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 4:08 PM UTC
sincerely
I am sick that way
I hid treasures
but lied less
effortlessly
these are the news
to hit with
I tread carefully
letting myself indulged in
let me in
please
those blue moons
violated me
until
savagely
I made a remark
it didn't fit
11
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 6:08 AM UTC