samantha-jones
American
“I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then - whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again...and they won't be able to forget me - ever.” / - Jim Morrison
your sun burns my skin
pale
hungry
entering the void you manipulatively created
worrisome
the trench pulls hard on my weeping benevolence
i loathe the intricate memory
the impeding wonder
the vagrant, pulsing fear
eyes wide open and breathing in
tangling
misunderstood and tumultuous
once again, pale
or is it empty?
digging quickly in search of the homestead
previous paths erased
replaced
upon which my sun sets and moon glows
taken
her eyes illuminate
deep red
surging
and searching
helplessly obedient
turning pages as if the gods proclaimed the duty
once true obligatory flames
now a pitter patter
rain
drenching
lies
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 7:25 PM UTC
sunlight gasping for air
on a pale grim afternoon
children awaken
there must be an underlying theme
where does all the blood come from
the bane of our existence
painful sorrow
but there is mystery, magic
swimming in falsified innocence
oh, how you avoid
DARKEST HOUR
standing, full attention
borrowed words
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 9:49 PM UTC
i see a serpent
or a snail
a bartered fairy tale
talk is cheap
wander on, says the maiden
hard rains
drench souls
swim on, *******
a tendency for noise
tormented
and fooled
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
he was warm
soft
beautiful
a heavy gaze between two wanderers
these souls laced with fury
calm
suddenly changes
a smell
spice
musk
drunkenness
your arms hold wisdom
hate
procreate
deflate
curate
my fate
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 10:19 AM UTC
these winds of depth sweep in from gods
restoring a distant comfort
the grey
conniving patronization
attempts at betrayal
so long a reliance
tempted, a lost miracle
jolting fear
to stand beneath the raining sun
fragile emanation
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC
when the sky sets fire
deep orange manipulation
seeking shelter
bright understanding
swiftly burning, a child’s dream
how to escape the burning sun
enter, this mind
winding
BURN.
holy suffrage
bittersweet goodbyes
temptations from the elders
(sweeping metal cobwebs)
sky brings cosmology
remembering
the flame.
me
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 3:20 PM UTC
far beneath the surface
of the tearing mask of eloquence
the soul speaks
loudly
beware all creatures
enchanting captivity
a fiery mouse
of lioness
from heavens worlds away
beckoning
hide all possessions
free minds collapse
refill with terror
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC
Rooftops ablaze
From characters past
Tonight we dance
Create a void of necessary visions
Fields drenched with masterful blood
Creatures searching all night for sustenance
I cry out for your unborn solitude
You tickle the skin below my *******
Flickering haze
Daze
Maze
Amaze
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
Well the moon is my shelter
My seeker
My dreamer
Deepest, darkest
Unknown
Unlike the bright glistening sun
Dripping
Unlike the shining glass
Unlike the penetrating light
Blinding
This is the moon glow
Moon glimpse fairy tale
Dark underwater
Falling
Quiet Masquerade
Familiar emanation
Once forgotten calling
But this is where I came from
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 10:19 PM UTC
deep soft warmth encased in meek palms
fingers smooth
and formulated truths
each groove parts seas of future loves
following the mold laid out before me
thoughts and mind flow
out of perky fingertips
through the barrier of time
a pen is gripped as my head tilts slightly
a journey takes place
to watch you hold my own
gratuitously
and now, as time allows
your grip becomes tighter
the swell of a ravaged soul
protruding, a once favorable innocence
now drowning
lines
cracks
i feel your heartbeat
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 8:31 PM UTC