concrete painless seduction
overwhelmed by my own understanding of your pain
love thins like alocholic blood
seeping everywhere
onto my lips
onto my fingertips

and things they feel withered down
by your withered down eyes
cries cries
cries
cries
crying I care
begging to find out what you would like me
to cook you in the morning
oh anything to put a smile on your rigged face

cold dry and wet your ***** speaks in my body and
in the back of my arms I am so so beaten down by your
love

is that love,
that comes knocking on my window sometimes
like a child
with beautiful red cheeks and little fingers
and wonderful innocent eyes?

you stung me with the vital glare of your black eyes
everytime a tidal wave that recedes
and all my pride hides
somewhere deep inside of you
all my senses have been taken away from me

you to me,
you are like the bones hidden somewhere in the deepest
part of the ocean
men who have died so long ago
their lives are lost
their identities sold

you to me
you are like the water spilled on the ground
by a child 30,000 miles away
and the maid wipes the spill with the kitchen towel


you to me
you are like the violin played by the man
who has no passion for it but does it for show
and the access of warm skin
so meaningless so worthless
but a tool of trickery and deceit


you to me
you are like the sunday on which I tire my hands
and my soul lays restless
while I should be on warm sheets sleeping under the sun


there are so many things you were to me
but I loved you because we shared the same
insanity

you heard the mute whisper
you walked with heavy hot stones on your back
but you still strayed towards me
you held me
I gave so much it hurt I gave more then you would know
but I didnt give my all, I did still have room to grow

the girl of no return
hiding behind pale papery skin
and malicious eyes
so gentle when you walk
and angry when you speak
heavy when you think

and we would have thrown out
a thousand different lands for you
they say,
just promise a stable mind
bring back the old acts
are you not so human
that you cant feel the agony in these voices that cry to you
lovely bird once you where white
bathe in the dew fallen on pedals by spring rain
and free yourself

press hard against your heart
and ****** the past
and leave it there
somewhere in a cemetary in your mind
to rest in peace
acknowledge it will always be there

and let it be calmly
in a far away place
where it cannot bother you

why do I welcome such ignorance
faulty and young
I have simply lost sense of direction
fleeting down dark paths
you make me smile
when you walk further
and so fast

into me
it has to be with that
that in which lacks knowledge
because if not
this entire situation wouldnt exsist
and a woman like me
must expeirence this


whos nature is it that I cross in where Im not familiar with anything
and my forest is a mystery to you
but we walk in iresponsibly
and the natures mix
and when I look at you while the leaves are falling all around us
my skies reign down on your land
and we shake the ground beneathe us
I feel as if your earth that I wrap with my skin
will eat me whole


the air becomes thicker as the burning branches come falling down
smoke suffocates me
and my neck is falling back
Im breatheless
Im speechless
if communication was my only form of survival


I would hold my tongue


for tampering with a such a natural disaster
will lessen the beauty
when now you can stand in the middle,
I am in the middle
and I am witnessing
the destruction we are causing to our planets

the ground breaks
and I finally fall between the cracks
laying there
satisfied.

frail innocence
waiting for you to abide by my silent eyes
and my calm wrists
the white flowers fall off your cheeks in my sleep
and I'm condemed by you
I thirst like a child waiting for your simple words
simple words that will finally end these little waves

simple sighs

to end the paleness that floats aloft inside of me and alone
I have too much courage for this small body
too much strength for all this fragility
to simply get a glimpse of your slightly aged skin
to simply be able to listen to your voice
even in my thoughts

beckon to me with quivering lips
as I stare into the sun of all my innumberable objects
that swam in the days in where
our skin would touch

and I laughed
and sighed
and told you that I think
your the moon thats cradles my bed

life in junction
life in motion
under my little feet
Im hungover
and I sing out loud all the songs that you
hate to hear

maybe you are not for me
nor I you
and Im just too much
Im breaking your basket with all my eggs
and my childhood is incomprehensible
and who I must be
clings to you shirt

and I am detached from your mind
I see you as I see my coffee in the morning
twice a year
and Im followed by herds of
paper , and no paper

simmer me down from this restless place
that isnt so restless
where I can turn off all these machines
so that I am detached from this
society
I despise so much

lay me out naked on a tree
but only by myself
and only with you
or you
or you who dispersed me as a child

I have found a new passage way
and I find my remarkable exsistence
pulled up higher
by means of these new words I utter
from pure distraction
this is my distraction
from all this cruelty

I want you to understand
every strand of hair on my body is in pain
my blood is a knife
flowing through me
secretly whispering your name to my skin
and my skin burns and falls like ash

my sheets are stained with the deader parts of me
my body lays on the bed
and in the dark hallway
I am peering into the room
watching the love rot away
and decay

the moon burries itself into the sun
and I bury myself into everything I cant reach
and I sink so
so
deep

will you create those little things
when you look back and think of all the memories
like a picture
old snap shot
tattered edges


wearing all white I hold my breathe
next to the massive body of water
Im made out of salt
and I melt on the lips of the winds
the humidity is staining my fingertips
and Im closing my eyes immersing in the
dysphoria of all of this

finally
posture comes to my bended bones
when I realize I am a waterfall
stuck in the drawer of an old mahogany vinaty set
laying somewhere in a abandoned house years
and ages away
miles and miles far remote from this place
I stare in haste


I collaborate with the atoms around me
the molecules that form my wasted id
Im a child, my hands are still small
but they are rough

Im at the park, its the closest I can get to my seed
the dirt that I am made out of
cause nothing here is natural anymore
take me away please
somewhere where I can walk on history
not in a land were the worst genocide took place
an annihlation that was dressed in a costume
oh no it was a cleansing

I rather walk on gravel
broken roads
then on fresh paved streets

I rather live in the forest
than in this so called democracy