Writing of the Unknown

Writing of the Unknown Jan 2023

Assasian

So sweet
So caring
So lovable

but behind her caring smile
behind those bright eyes
Behind her loving heart

the blade hides
Waiting to strike
So what ever you do

don't make that blade come out
because she might miss with the blade
but not with the gun

Writing of the Unknown Jan 2023

Hide in plain sight

So simple
To hide something
You must hide it
in plain sight

Deep under the obvious
above the known

So is it really hidden then
or just waiting for the right time?

Writing of the Unknown Jan 2023

I can't hear

Drown out the thoughts
Blow the speakers
Damage your longterm
For temporary sensation

To stay sane

Writing of the Unknown Jan 2023

Pretty Girl

Bite your tongue
Hold your head up
Waist thin
Hips wide
Cheeks flushed
eyes piercing

what really classifies as beauty
when there are so many rules?

Writing of the Unknown Jan 2023

Suicide Cranes

Three paper cranes
three thoughts
that my mind created
in a conversation
three times
I wished to
end it

Writing of the Unknown Jan 2023

What's one more cut to the wounded?

So simple
so swift
you cut with the blade

Severed any hope
severed any dreams I had
severed everything

Despite effort
despite trying to understand
despite accepting flaws

It wasn't enough for your worth
it wasn't enough for your effort
it wasn't enough for your love

so what's one more cut
what's one more scar
whats one less heart to beat

Despite pleas
that fell on deaf ears
despite the blood
covering your hands
You still had
to crush my heart

watching the ashes crumble
and blow in the wind

but it wasn't my light
that you blew out
but the only candle lit

That was yours
your light
your heart

so goodbye Trickster
maybe you can
trick another soul for your sick game

So what's another cut to the body that refuses to die?

Writing of the Unknown Jan 2023

Oh for clarity would be too easy

I see you
I see a life full of love
I see a life full of passion
I see a life full of possibilities

but at the same time
I see you
I see a life full of pain
I see a life full of torment
I see a life full of anger
and rage
and frustration
and ignorance
and pure hatred

so all I ask is
is this simple question

that night under the stars

was it passion you had
full admiration
full of hope
full of possibilities

or was it lust that made you look at my body
lips savoring the taste of skin
moans bringing joy to your ears
your eyes longing to see vunerablitliy

So which was it, Trickster?

once a little devil, now just a trickster