Dominique Arnold

Dominique Arnold Jul 2013

So he was hurt,
he could feel the sting in his heart,
because the girl he was with had put it there from the start, because before him she had been with other men, but the men she was with he called his friends.

Now I guess it's hard when your boys run through a girl, and for this girl your feelings unfurl,
and they came out for him and that was the problem. So he kept her at a distance hoping he could solve them.

Dominique Arnold Jul 2013

J.A.N.E. (Just another new emotion)

You seem to notice beauty more when there's nothing to do.
Like the stars and the moon seem to come in focus to you.
Or just the movements of a women as she walks and talks, and the sound of her voice seems to travel off, and echo in your ears like a sweet lullaby, and reminds you of past loves that have gone by.

I tend to zone out and thoughts start to clash, and religion has become a harder concept to grasp.

Or girls I've been with tend to come to mind, and the same story plays over every time loved them for a while but every case was the same as my lust for another could not be tamed.

One such girl I forget the name but for the time being I guess I'll call her J.A.N.E.

Now this girl was something special original, more than someone in the crowd, an individual.

Beauty was her thing, but not something she, claimed.

Intelligence cause this girl had a mind, and I tend to think about conversations we had during that time.

Sometimes we'd trail off and talk of religion not about what we practiced, but more of division.

What made them different and the same, and that seemed to be the only thing on our brain.

See we knew we wouldn't stay together we saw the signs but we spent everyday together like it was the last time.

#love

Dominique Arnold Jul 2013

Death has to be a women.

I talked to an old man once
as I was riding on the bus.

Had a tendency to ramble,
and always had the urge to cuss.

He said he had a theory,
and his whole life he had spent.

On how Death was a women,
and this is how it went.

Death has to be a women
cause only she could be so cold.

Dressed in all black,
and always coming for your soul.

A scythe she holds in one hand,
an hour glass in the other.

She gets pleasure from her name,
and not from any other.

She keeps her bones polished nice,
and her hair free of spiders.

She knows something about everyone,
and loves to be desired.

He said she had a husband once,
but he tried to run off when she got sick.

So before he left she killed him,
his mistress, and his brother just for kicks.

He said he could see at one point
how beautiful she had to be,
but all that's left was skull, and flesh,
anger and deformity.

So I laughed and said oh
so you've seen her before.

He said yeah can't you,
look up she's standing by the door.

#death

Dominique Arnold Jul 2013

I can't remember?

I guess there's really no up sitting at a bar trying to find happiness in a cup.
I'm trying to be a man you see hiding my emotions while I try to fight off this insanity, but there's really no help.
Love comes through but when it's gone I'm by myself.
So what do you suggest I do?
Put on a fake smile, and laugh at a joke or two.
You see death for me is hard to take, and it seems that every time I sleep all I see is her face, but not the one of smiles and life it's the one in the casket where someone's turned off the lights, and for the life of me I can't remember her voice when I try, I hear the mourners and the pastor hollers rejoice.
What tears me up the most is my father's tear soaked face.
It shattered my illusion that for a man to cry is a disgrace, but the fact remains the same, my sister is gone but I'll never forget her name.
"Tashona"

Dominique Arnold Jul 2013

Happiness-(for lack of a better word)

I feel great as I sit here looking out towards the mountains.
Things could be better but for now I'll close my mouth and, take in the air and breath it out slow.
Think about my life and the places I still want to go, but until I leave I'll just sit and enjoy this breeze.
Which for Arizona it's kind of odd but I'm enjoying the cool off this summer disease.
Or call it summer madness that old cliche that's got me lifted, floating, and carried away.
Or maybe it's my love that's got me feeling this way didn't think I could love a women this much till today, but she's my joy and strength, and as I sit and write about love and happiness I can say without a doubt that I am content.

Dominique Arnold Jul 2013

****** for Blackmail

The dreams are becoming more and more real with every night I sleep.

Really me too, that's why I came to you we gotta speak. Ever since she found out, things have been going wrong.

Well what do you suppose we do chant, hold hands, sing a song, and hope things get back to the way they where.

Nah nothing like that my plan was to just **** her.

That's real funny, but I'm serious come on man.

Well I am, this is no joke. I already got the van.
Tinted windows black paint drive to her job she works late. ****** her up, cuff her, shoot her, dump her in the gutter. The plan is flawless, easy smooth like butter.

Have you lost your mind. You must have to make you say, or even think we could even do something.....

Shut up you know this is the way. She has videos and tapes of what we've done. The bribes the *** she has the smoking gun. Just put a bullet in her head before she ruins or lives she's trying to take away your daughter, **** she's trying to take our wives. The money the power she's bringing it all to an end.

Alright, your right just tell me what's the plan again.

This is part of a series of story's I'm working on.

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