The slightest breeze
Brings the gossip of pines to my ears
I'm bolt upright
My sweat runs cold
My eyes wide and glowing in the semi-darkness
My heart races
A cardinal beating red wings against it's cage
Mountains loom with the muffled danger
Of sleeping giants, or a nest of dragons in slumber
My diminutive cabin shrinks with the terror and awe they deserve
The fire sputters and coughs
A sickly old man with lungs full of ashen phlegm
The night doesn't end
And I feel uneasy
Ready for the night's horrors to begin
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 4:36 PM UTC
The music pumps
and flows through my veins like blood
my nerves are electrified
my eyes are seared with the flashing multicolored lights
my ears throb with the beat
the bass splits my skull
and makes my feet jump on the floor, though I stand still
the heat and press of the bodies
around me
moves and shifts as they dance, arms waving in the air
sweat rolling off their skin
the energy is a suffocating humid cloud
from which there is no escape
it hangs in the air close to the ceiling.
Someone slams into me, falling to the ground
and as I look down, I catch a glimpse of their eyes
glazed and bloodshot and dead
I realize that's exactly what they all are
bodies
empty bodies
with nothing left except the music
to fill the empty shells
in the place that once held their souls.
Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 4:39 PM UTC
Ellsworth Land's prima donna of the Latin sing-a-long
lassoed Joss' hollow demoiselle crane
a pair of circuitous logicians finally deciphered
her grammatical Denebola into oblivion.
The insipid petifog skeleton storyteller, behind
incessant green quibbling eyes, ticking
impatient thoughts in dreams tomorrow.
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 5:09 PM UTC
When I don't want to stay
And I don't want to go home
Where do I go?
I don't want to leave here
I don't want to leave home
I'm mentally stuck
Between here and there
And there's nowhere to go but...
Where?
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 4:21 PM UTC
"Would it **** you to get to know them?"
Honestly?
Yes.
The disorganized, fumbling army of we
Their shared, glazed eyes
That look the same
The clothes that are all stitched together
So they stumble as one
Their one slackened mouth.
They speak as one.
When one gets too close it becomes contagious
A disease that spreads on their one breath
It spreads like mint scented wildfire.
It floods your soul and like acid
Dissolves what is there
To replace it with them
And what they pretend to be
Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 4:22 PM UTC
I wonder is he notices me
Staring at him from across the room
His beauty fills me with emotions
That I don't understand
His voice makes my heart
Soar... sore
If he was truly Death
I'd die for him to notice
My eyes on his face
That golden god before my
unworthy eyes
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 11:45 AM UTC
Lying wide-eyed in the dark
Why am I not asleep?
The mask on the desk grows bloodshot eyes
The little noises that insects make
As they crawl across the walls
Fills the room
I can’t breathe
The stench of the grinning corpse in the bed next to me
Is unbearable, suffocating
The sweat rolling down my skin
Feels like ants on my skin
I can’t move
I’m bound by my own flesh
I’m screaming through lips sewn shut
This madness
This terror
It’s eating me up from the inside
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 11:12 AM UTC
She was a candle
Tall, willowy and well grounded
She gave off warmth
Her face shone, and
With the help of another flame
The light would grow
But the wind came
And whispered
Dark thoughts and perfidy
Into her ear
And she flickered
Sputtered
And went out
Plunging us into a darkness
As night with no morning
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 11:10 AM UTC
It’s my armor
My protective shield from the
Outside world
When the stress of their attacks
Becomes too much
For my weak vulnerable body
I turn up the volume, close my eyes
And disappear
Into a world of sound
The waves of power course through my veins
Becoming my blood
Thick and red
Making me superhuman
Fearless
And for a while I feel invincible
A goddess
I can take on the earth-shaking beatings
Of the outside world
As they beat at my shield with their cold, dead hands
Trying to break it
I reach out and smash them to pieces
With the sword crafted from the music inside me
And they fall away
Like so many pieces of glass
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 10:53 AM UTC
I’m watching you
In the dark alleyways, where I gaze on as a mugging occurs
And standing on that gloomy, silent street corner, the little red light of my cigarette glowing
And from the roof of the echoing parking garage next to a lone car
And as I rest my back against the cold stone of a crypt in a graveyard
I’m watching you
In the dimly lit, empty café, where I sip a cup of loneliness
And as I dance in the smoky, sweating aliveness of the nightclubs
And as I stare at the waves on the deserted, moonlit boardwalk
I’m watching you
Seated atop the Sphinx of Giza in the freezing Egyptian night
And in the very back row of an empty baseball stadium
And in a prison cell, where a death row inmate sleeps fitfully
I'm watching you
Right behind you, but you don't know I'm there
I'm watching you
Always watching
In the night
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 10:51 AM UTC