Blood
Drink it

No
Yes

Pain
Drink it

No
Yes

Lust
Embrace it

No
Yes

Stop
No

Don't drink it
Savor it

Like your Savior did
Blood
The Ultimate Sacrifice

How can I sleep when
sounds are digging my grave
and pounding, pounding, pounding
me beneath the Earth's surface?

Distractions, annoyances,
humming, drumming,
rat-a-tat-tat and this and that
are driving me to insanity.

You sounds are like New York City.
**YOU NEVER SLEEP!

Oh washing mountain
When will I reach your high peak?
I seem to be stuck on spin cycle
Swirling in the drum
Dissolving ketchup stains
And swallowing socks as we speak!

I love you so.
How much?
I don't know.
The sun's intensity can be measured,
but my love goes much further.
Don't ask me to write deep lines.
Cheese is all I can squeeze out.
Chocolate too, if you would like.

But only when you understand, my love, between the lines.

Smooth and swift
these words fill
the page,
black curves,
glistening
smudged by my hands

Or halting and stiff,
the graphite pencil,
wooden switches and swishes
and my terrible punctuation

Half-formed figures
and plots riddled
with holes,
my broken babies

I write these lines for you
small and quiet,
uneven spaces
and bad grammar,
because speaking is so loud
and my voice is hoarse
and my tongue trips
and stumbles,
and I cannot find the words
to say
to you.

Boy met girl...
Boy fell in love...
Girl was smart...
Girl was beautiful...
Girl seemed honest...
Family welcomed girl...
Girl was given a home...
Girl had nothing...
Boy gave her everything...
Girl owed money...
Boy went overseas...
Boy worked hard...
Boy came back...
Boy paid girls debt...
Girl was different...
Girl mocked boy...
Boy felt bad...
Girl used boy...
Boy was stupid...
Girl had more boy's...
Boy found out...
Boy left girl...
Girl didn't care...
Boy cried...
Girl laughed...

Boy learned his lesson...

That her love was just a fashion... a style, a custom, prevalent at a given time...
That his girl was just an illusion... a distortion of the senses, an illness, a disorder...

Now Boy's happy to have her off his back... cause she was No Good, and that... is a fact

Gave everything I had away
Should've kept something is what I tell myself everyday
Funny how it turned out this way
You're so happy
And I'm just lost
With a life I just want to toss
My inner child I gave... too you
Gifts can not be returned
You can not ask them back
It was my mistake I made
I just wish I gave it to someone special
It was meant to be nourished
So when I got close to you I should've flourished
But you just stole it
And one day maybe you will regret it
But me... I'm empty...
Just a stained glass that needs to be filled
And I don't want it half full
I want someone that will spill
With fresh clean water... to my very fill
If not then I'll just break this stained glass
That holds my soul and all its seasons
Then no one would come and pick up the pieces
There just would be no reason

swagger in

wear your
pretty
shiny
******
tiny
fifty
cent
shoes

should you walk or strut?


flash that smile

you're that
****
hot
can
not
walk
out
girl

what's in the dark behind you?


rolled up sleeves

you are
soothing
lips
finger
tips
won't you
come and
play

hear the music all around?


seeing stars

i've been
feeling
ill
looks can
****
don't you
leave
now

are those gems dripping from your tongue?


this night's end

now i'm
swirling
round
up and
down
to the ground
dead

ashes, ashes, will you fall with me?


i can hear you

you rant
fighting stance
i can't
steal your glance
this dance
has second chance
written all over it

from your lilting lashes
to your strutting shoes

won't you come play?