Uneasy nerves,
Crawl under flaws.
That show themselves
In a head full of fog.
Incoherent thoughts
Build up and clog
Releasing themselves,
As they turn the knobs-
The faucets.
That hold emotions,
They unlock it.
My eyes cry oceans
And I'm gone- forgotten.
I don't belong...
I'm rotten.
How could I be enough
For someone I long to touch,
When they're made out of so much
Beauty and perfection,
And all I'm made of is dejection?
My heart is scarred with rejection,
It never wears protection.

I bet his refusal tastes like heaven.

-SLuR

I drown in burning waves,
Lick it up, savor the taste
In an ocean of *** from spain,
My heart's become numb to pain.

I'm sitting on a plain,
Where flowers were so nicely lain.
Only picking up the weeds,
To my heart their beauty speaks.

With a fistful
Of dandelions and daisies,
If I asked you to be my lady,
Would you perhaps, at least, say maybe?

Soaked, full of alcohol and ego
I pretend, that I'm not damaged
And scared of people.
Like I don't enjoy drinks the size
Of the sea,
And find beauty in the ugliest of weeds.

-SLuR

Within the mundane confines of
each woman's work, you show up.
As toxic as the radon they stick in their mouth,
you give the next victim a sickly smile.
Not convincing enough to make them unaware,
but with a sweetness present enough to trust
You slowly sink into their heart stream
similarly enough to the eventual build up of chemicals
within the precise bodies of the mechanical clock painters

If I sound jaundiced, so be it!
All men are liars, get over it,
All men are unfaithful, that's it!
They like being miserable, leave 'em to it,
If  I sound jaundiced, so be it,
All men are liars,  I got over it!

A proof of wonder on the beauty of your sight
your eyes can tell a story through the lenses of your glass...

I search through my thoughts on the realm of you on my mind
but border it is that won't abide on what I want...

Still, you're a mystery that cannot be set aside
'cause every now and then you always flashes through the lenses of my eyes...

I remember your eyes, those long eyelashes, the bright blue staring back at me
But I've forgotten the look of them gazing at me

I remember the curve of your mouth, your soft full lips, the way they puckered out
But I've forgotten the feeling of kissing you

I remember your hands, big and rough from those hours at the gym
But I've forgotten how they feel in my own hands

I remember your long hair, tugging on it even though I knew you hated it
But I've forgotten the smell of it after you showered

I remember you pulling me close in the night, wrapping your arm tight around my waist
But I've forgotten the warmth from your body

I remember you said you loved me, you said it every time you left
But I've forgotten what it's like to love you because you forgot first

Minister

She ripped a metal soda can
And used it to slit her wrist
Some thought it was odd what she used to committ suicide
I thought it was desperation for death

Circles, and now I am dizzy
Faint pulse tells me to right my wrongs
To spill my soul into the void of space

Circles, and now I am weightless
It seems a shame to leave this world
To the sick, sheltered, shame of its own devices

Circles, and now I'm incomplete
Drifting further from myself, I am staring
Into the eyes of a broken down satellite

Circles, and now I'm forgotten
The truth is a vacuum in which I don't exist
While my fingers grow numb at this endless cold

Circles, always circles*
Encircling time and encircling throats
There is no more life, and there is no more death