My thorns had *****
And blood had spill
For my words ****
And run down chills.
I couldn't tame my tongue
For then, I was undone.

I lost my grip,
I let you slipped
The solitude consumed me
I fell on my knees,
I begged please
Silence my voice,
Chain my tongue.

At present, I'm redeemed
My words have healed.
To those I've hurt
I hope in the future
Your forgiveness I shall breathe
As for now I urge you
Accept my apologies.

Don't claim to be the smartest
Don't claim to shine the brightest
Though those that claim to know me
Won't care to know me
at all

Hold me
Let's pretend we can still love

I can feel your energy
The words that you write
The age of your soul
The songs that reside
The mask from behind
which you hide
The poetry latent
lament
weeping
waiting to confide

The man with the blackened ***** bony fingers and cold weathered hands
Who's holding his
Who warms his spirit
Who loves his heart
Where does he live
As he wanders the streets
Will a home be found

I am beautiful
and so
are you :-)

lillies and nettles! red roses and white!
i'm fresh as a daisy and rotten from spite!
you see, my lord, i've half a mind--
but it won't let me speak my mind --
my molars grind
and tense and bleed
- that's why my hands are red, you see! -
i tried to tear my tongue from my mouth
and found i'd ruined all my teeth.

few cared for my coherent word,
yet now that i can not be heard
there is a window in my door
they lean in close and wait for sure
signs of undisputed sanity
since my vital signs of life are not what they would like to be.
do you hear how they speak of me?

"hark! reapers sing in rapture, composing 'Ode To Void':
gaze upon the patron saint of self-obliteration.
this roadkill incarnate with inferno-coloured hair:
neck-deep in bloodied rivers of throttling despair."

Clearing    clawing   sound

Stalking   prowling    round
Kitty likes to PURRR!!..
Stroke flaming primal fur
Do You think you can get closer??
Or will I get my meal first?
Paws
for thought

It's just a tiger claws

Sometimes the pain stings
Sometimes it cuts your heart to bits

These scars they tear at the heart
They pull at the seams
Pop the blisters
Let the ooze bleed clean
The energies giving up on me
Gravitational force of negativity
Keep on circling swirling perpetual fiend
Scuffling and laying into sensitivities
Not wanting to fight
Though still
Insides Scream
Then a light is found in the bewildering scenes
Bringing back
to
the
trophic preen