Each puff infuses poison and serenity.
Clouds drift off, combine with the air.
Slowly burring away years off time.
Disgust or desire,
The distant smell of the once infamous beauty.
The cancer stick, the deathly hits.
The denial of mortality caused from deadly attraction.
A single hit they say will dig you a grave,
But what’s the point if you will get one anyways.
A torch of liberty.
For the ones who find peace,
Within each calming puff.

In a matter of seconds

I was crying

Without warning

I was curled up in a ball

Screaming

My demons

Gnawing at my insides

Spitting out rotten flesh

Like I was the bad fruit

Thrown aside

To decompose

To waste away

I have something to say
and I want to say it now
or else ill lose the courage.
I love you.
And not in the
"You're my best friend,
need to remind you how important you are to me" way.
Or even the "Want nothing more than to be with you" way
It's more than that.
I love you
in the sense that I think about you.
More often then I care to admit
In the sense that, you are my best friend,
the most important person in my life
I love you,
in the way, where I can't imagine my life without you,
no matter how you fit into that life.
Whether you're my
boyfriend, husband, or you stay my best friend
I love you,
in the sense where
if you're happy, I'm happy for you,
Even if You're happy with someone else.
I love you
In the "sit around for 12 hours waiting for you to call,
Then answer the phone and not get mad, cuz are least you called" way.
I love you,
so much it hurts sometimes.
I love you,
I wish I didn't at times,
cuz I know you don't feel the same way....
I love you,
I wish I didnt because it hurts,
Physical pain.
But....
I love you.
I have for so long now
and probably always will.
I love you.
I just love you.

We are bare beneath
the shadows of the leaves
looking up at nothing until
looking is what we become.

Yes, November becomes you
and, like December, you words
will soon dissolve to snow,
flakes clustering around us
in perfect symmetry, domed
above our heads.

An igloo in the barren land.

Slowly, slowly, we will thaw,
faces raw with feeling
lips pressed with spring ice,
the stubborn thing.

We will stretch our arms out
to the Northern sky
and like the needle of a compass,
glide home,
leaving only snow angels
behind us.

I get dolled up
For no good reason.
Hair and makeup
It's that season.

To get dolled up
With no where to go.
No one wants to party or hang out.
So I'm stuck, dolled up, alone.

What a doll face I have
So pale with light freckling.
Pursed lips, pink tint
Bright eyes, sparkling.

A cute curvy doll.
With dark chestnut above
Graced with a pretty face
That no one will love

I tied my tongue
and the knot salivated with anticipation
My lips twitched
as I fell mute and desperate for expression
An ache grew with every passing thought of you
Wanting to reach so badly forced to cut off my arms
I couldn't trust my needy hands
Though I try I can not silence my mind nor stop it from
entertaining words and plays in which you star
If only I hadn't learned your name