The heart flutters
The mind races
The muscle tightens
The body burns with desire
Nature takes control
Hair is pulled
Backs are clawed
Lips are pressed against
Acts of Lovers
Passions of Love

***-runnin'
to the cemetery.
Goin' grave-diggin',
Tonight.

It's three to three,
and I'll be back
home.

At the half-way
house, in time for
breakfast.

Till then,
I'm chasin'
the ghost.
I used to call my reflection.

My blood
runs ***
&
my body breaks up
like ****.

Eat me.
Drink me.
Smoke me.
**** me.

I'm way too high to write good poetry.
But I'll keep trying.

I want a man who wakes up me softly, already smelling of the morning’s coffee.
I want a man who reads and is never full, a library of literature to engulf me.
I want a man who does the dishes simply because he believes in a clean kitchen.
I want a man who surprises me, blindfolds and tells me I can’t know where we are going…
I want a man who understands my desire and wish to be enchanted.
I want a man who can cook for my family and friends, being that he finds joy in showing my Father how much he truly loves me.
I want a man who undresses me slowly, kissing me eagerly as he drops articles of clothing to the floor
I want a man who is not afraid to tell me I am acting out of line, that I am irrational as he pours me a glass of red wine.
I want a man who exercises his body, his mind and his soul.
I want a man to love me unconditionally, as if God made us with the design that I was his and he was mine.
I want a man who is always honest with me,
      even when it hurts,
      even when I wish he had lied.
I want a man who is chivalrous to my mother, plays with my dog and helps my father do work in the yard.

I want a man who is charitable and kind.

I want a man I did not settle for because I was lonely and ‘he seemed nice’.

I want a man who reminds me I am never alone in this life, that each struggle is no longer just mine.


I want the man I am afraid I will never find.

Darling you were my demise, there is no doubt
******* back the lines until my eyes are dead
Powder princess doped up and checked out

My minds grown foggy as I go through a bout
of self prescribed destruction, slicing skin painted red
Darling you were my demise there is no doubt

Forced insomnia upon my black eyes I shout
Wasting away to bones scars, blood and meds
Powder princess doped up and checked out

Trying to dissect my corrupted mind they scout
for some innocent piece I've long since shed
Darling you were my demise, there is no doubt

They try to save me from snow white's route
but It's too late to try, the monsters been fed
Powder princess doped up and checked out

I love a devil's birthday from the sky.
Instead of from the ground, it's coming down.
I saw clouds collide before my eyes
like salty sea foam when the tide is nigh.
It is short-lived glory that lives the most.
I'm making the best of the time I host.
I've been told to not hurry or rush myself,
but I'd rather live fast than die on a shelf.

Well, I'm sorry, but that isn't enough.
Well, you're sorry, but that isn't enough.

We nullify chances for happiness.
We're hopeless so, let's pack up and go.
I've seen myself sink deeper than the sea
starting at my toes, flooding past my teeth.
If there's no salvation for soulless men,
I better cover my tracks and where I've been.
This rope-a-dope hope game has no class.
I'm running out of time and I'm out of gas.

Well, I'm sorry, but that isn't enough.
Well, you're sorry, but that isn't enough.