I only want to talk with you,
To walk and spend an hour with you.
I only ask to see your smile,
Love you for a little while.
But you say:
It's not your turn
To look for me,
Or listen to me breathe.
You will not touch;
I will not hear
The lie beneath the plea.
It's not for you I ask these things,
It's just my lonely disposition.
My situation's getting tough,
My demands are not so much.
But you say:
It's not your turn to stay awhile,
I am not some listless child.
Turn away you can't stay long,
Your love is prematurely born.
Go away.
And now these days lag
Like wounds,
That will not heal or seal my pain.
My need is more than I can endure.
Yet you say:
Offer some other church your money.
Call some other Mary honey.
Nail some other rightless wrong.
Offer some other girl your song.
Hoard it for the white-necked lay.
You know you cannot stay.
It's not your turn today.
It's not your turn.
Turn away.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
You violate me with your delicious tenture,
licking my soul with your words,
making my skin tingle with the anticipation of your thoughts,
******* me with your mind,
twisted obscurity in an ******** delight,
the cardinal remnants left trickling down my legs
breathing obscenities in a heterophonic haze
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
Dig that finger right into the darkest recesses of your mind,
push it,
feel the pain,
search through the darkness,
watch it rain
pull open that weeping wound
push it
touch the disease
run for the shadows
feel it ease
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
If I held out my hand
would you take it ?
it's warmth ready to permeate your soul
but what would it tell you of me ?
the scar on my finger
the wrinkling skin
the crooked pinkie
the gnarl on my thumb
stories to be told
if you would only take hold.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
There’s a devil in me trying to raise his face
there’s a god in me trying to put him in his place
a fight to fill the hole in my heart
but the battle is lost before they can start
soul electric, here to stay
pulls me apart need to make them pay
a million volts in a lightning kiss
re-align my core in symmetrical bliss.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Sitting in a pool of ****
other peoples ****
**** all over me,
I am nothing,
just an object,
a still life subject
art school joke,
I'm a mess,
a **** stain,
a fugitive on the run,
running away from life.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
I keep replaying it in my head
Like a broken record stuck on repeat,
the expression you had
when you looked at me
and tears started streaming down your face.
My heart twisted and cringed
as every tear fell
You pushed me away when I tried to
console you
"Get away from me."
I was horrified with myself.
The complete utter silence dispersed through the room
when you left me alone.
You did that on purpose
I think
to let me torture myself
with every thought that consumed me
every little drop of hatred,
running through my veins.
Like poison seeping through my blood.
Every second becoming more fatal
every moment deteriorating my insides.
Then the sky started crying
each rain drop simotaneous
with each tear rolling down my cheek.
I despise myself for hurting you.
I'm sorry.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
Sliver raindrops fall,
expressing feeling of lost,
Our lips, hesitate,
drifting apart, our last kiss,
Where will you go?
My ghost will wonder beside you,
Tender touch, gentle caresses,
carried away in the mist,
Freeze this moment, stay a little longer,
whispers the wind
The soft breeze brushes her cheek;
the moonlight shines your dancing eyes,
I’ll see no more,
The majestic tree cries after the distance,
Looking at you,
I’m jealous of the rain,
I can’t hold you anymore,
Walking away,
I realize love doesn’t end.
Firewalker
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
The gorgeous girl
She smiled at her friends
Her parents never suspected
That when she was alone
In the silence of night
The blade ran over her skin
Drew blood from her body
Thousands on thousands
When one healed another formed
Long sleeves and jackets
His her pain
And no one suspected a thing
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 7:10 AM UTC
It's 3 am. Again.
I'm wide awake.
There's no reason for you to haunt me
And yet,
the permanent ache residing in my chest
is starting to feel normal.
I've begun to forget
the life I had before this.
I'm hollowed out,
my insides scraped away
by everything and nothing at all.
At night, I reminisce
half-fantasying a life we never lived.
And dully, I remember all the places our bodies met
but never touched.
My thoughts run away from me again.
I think of you. I think of me. I think of us.
No. There was never an us.
Not really.
There was always a space in between,
So we'd never had to feel.
And still, your departure has left me with a wound too deep to ever heal.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 7:10 AM UTC