Tender scalps
swollen lips
numb fingers
and bruised hips
tooth and claw
tear tender flesh
tears fall
the pain fresh
fingers clasped
sobs and gasps
...breathe
I can’t
a sigh heaved
incant soft whispers
mantras in darkness
Chaos, my lover.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
Once in a while
I creep
into the catacombs
of my soul
just to see
to take a peek
(and sometimes feed)
the beast
that sleeps
so deep inside of me.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 6:11 PM UTC
Once upon a time
I did not know how
to accept true love
I did not know how
to open myself.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 6:02 PM UTC
My soul is on fire
smoking as it burns
but the smoke detector is lying
gutted and useless
on the cold cement floor
My heart is smoldering
crackling and shriveling
but all the water is dripping
bitter and filthy
on the cold cement floor
My sanity is decaying
oozing and slipping
sliding and trickling
and my mind is in the basket
lost forever
on the cold cement floor
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 7:41 PM UTC
Frigid wind
whips willing skin
change of seasons
Sensual overload
(10-2012)
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 7:39 PM UTC
Every bruise heals
every tear becomes salt
a new day will dawn
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
Tiny Christs dying
for your sins and perversions
Look them in the eyes
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
Painful bliss
feathery wings felt
yet unseen
Mental mountains
gorges
euphoric highs
lows
morbid in their
faerytale fantasie
I am aware
of your
used acrid air
heavenly
on my skin
your flesh grinding
my brittle bones
Slick secretions slip
like liquid rotting fruit
gagging me, infesting my being
Your death is weaving
cold and desire charged through
my straining ribs
wrapping frost-bitten fingers around
my coal-pitted heart
-paralysis-
We are immortalized
together
I am forever stained
with your essence
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 2:42 PM UTC
Singular collection
individuality
invites cutting
high strung and stressed out
beliefs
images
words
tainted with the
personality
and fad
of what we believe
Now forgotten…
And I see that I hear
a violated form of
silent
communication
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 2:40 PM UTC
I am the open book
no one bothers to read
I am the shoulder
no one needs to cry on
I am the mind
no one wants to be inside
I am the voice
no one yearns to hear
I am the presence
no one knows is missing
(11-2012)
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 2:35 PM UTC