The one
We don't know them, we try to touch them
Bones covered in flesh
Flesh covered in sheets
Crawling out of beds trying to find the one
Bones covered by fresh flesh
Strains of hair from heads from beds stretched on your bones
The lipstick marks of femmes burned on your neck
and the sound of moans ring your ears
Juice from a dumpster
In an alley
in a city,
leak as you sweat
You never loved me
now you are free to be
Do you realize these scars on my arms are permanent
I don't want to love you
But Your touch melts me and my heart is ice
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
Working all day long, sob
hear my song
Dawn comes get my fix and the job
is done
restart day after.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
As i was smoking a cigarette I noticed a strain of hair on my hand, i thought it could be moving, mustn't have fallen from a loch
I tried to pick it up and throw it somewhere unimportant but it was only smoke
tried
it went away
disappeared, faded away
disappeared
just like my mind.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
I’ve got a rusty suit of armor
Its hard to get back in game of being content with the face that holds your name
The scars, don’t blame em
If you do you’ll only have shame for em
Not the same’em
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Oh how a good feeling is peeling off my skin
I must confess your caress brings my sorrow less
Sins win
Oh good feeling won't you stay,
Like cigarettes this feeling;
Pleasurable and some what addicting
Say you don't smoke menthol but you'd kiss it.
Menthol lips,
Swaying hips;
Good feeling please be lit.
A sense of being wanted
Hoping this Is not a furthermore trick.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
These shoulders of mine are growing tired from my not growing wings
the anchors on my feet start to blister
Mister time is taking a ride
alive i am
everything is so very bland now and days
the polish is chipping off my claws
**** the feelings and knowledge is chipping from my head
why can't i write no longer
why can’t i feel no longer
did my hands fall off
did my head fall off
who am i
if it wasn't for the thrill or to even remotely feel
i wouldn't do drugs they ****
let me wash down those happy pills the hospital gave me
with a swig of numbness to my emotions only to make myself stable
to not feel
to not self sacrifice
to follow the systematic process that takes “time”
waiting and waiting for my wings to grow
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
Feeling reeling
Warmth coating my skin
Coating my mind
It's slime is soothing
Almost musing
Glazed eyes
A sparkle shines
Dimmed sensation
In my relation is this too late
Have I lost my fate to such a beautiful and lovely sensibility
Sleepy eyes pacific slumber
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
Stop to think how this
ink oozes out onto
this ivory tainted page
stop to think how this
think reached a brink
down i went
down the sink
in a wink i was
gasping for perception of sight
this was a fright
for my blood
to see it flood
this was a fight
respite
abruptly my eyes has peeled
and i had reeled the light.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
Cries from ones eyes
are only a lullaby
sadness may cause ones
madness
but gladness can change the world
rains spit will cause the most
weeping willow
to blossom,
bloom,
ending
doom
with ravishing shades and hues
violet and even robins egg blue
gratification
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
Vagrant man- father
perpetual tactility
of a spiraling reality
a mothers tears
unintentional
such sorrow
in her blooming blue eyes
emanation
blemished being
brown eyes
the baby cries
tainted throb of the heart
now molded into jasper
rapture
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC