midnight prague

midnight prague Dec 2010

XVIIIX

I want to weep
;
;
;

I want to weep
my very ancerstors out to you

I want to creep to you in the morning
and give you
my deepest secrets

do you know what you have done
hidden in your palms
in your simple hands

lays the external of my life
Im tortured without you

midnight prague Dec 2010

The love maker

I crashed back into rejoice
with the white monster
I wanted you to enter me

In small ways
in pheanomanal ways
in every slow movement
that comes to all the sinister minds

come inside of me
I trail my fingertips aside
paleness
hovered credibility to my
admiration towards all the skin
that has made up your human body

I am far beyond the mind
of an intoxicated woman

Im much more than that
I want to graze the liqour of
all your minds
and lay in between your different surfaces
aboloshied
with my happiness

while you scrape the insides of my womb

midnight prague Dec 2010

B

I ran away from the temple
that you hid me inside of for so long

my feet were numb
and I almost went blind
the monsters outside almost
got me
and ripped my insides out

the corners got rusty
spiders built their webs

they were present in our conversations
did you love me

or was I the crown posession
did I intrigue you
moving small

I brake my anger with your smile
and let the frusteration slip through
my hands like indian silk

most nights
I was on my knees
holding my breathe
hoping you would come home
and for many days
you did not

you left me there
walked out and locked the door
leaving me without remorse
or redemption
steady handed and left there to burn
like the guiltys alibi
hanging by a needle on my chest
burden like havok causing
endless catasrophes in my mind
insanity I questioned
burried deep deep
inside of you

you who had no mercy
with your kiss

midnight prague Dec 2010

To be continued 2

I am accompinied by the thoughts
that have made us up

the air moves in simple
ways around strands of my body
and it pushes off a cool

there is no room for detail in the castle
no room for words of the shameful

my feet will depart this land
shake this land
I am an orchestra in the clouds
thoughts race when you dont turn around
to observe the entire life of one simple human
being left behind
yourself
I will stray on land that has many more footprints left behind on it
and let it consume me

I find myself in a different color
with minds from another place

I practice spells in haste

I plan the days to come
where that mind dosent exist
build a little butterfly garden with a pinch of Zen
sit behind the bar stare at the men

lay down with a pen in my hand
in a place where its only me again
again and again

midnight prague Dec 2010

to be continued

the thought of you
burns in me

like salt on a open wound
I feel you burning
like a sensation of something paranormal
there you are
always

you are there
and I feel you
and there you
are
like a hybrid
breathing under my every thought

I think about what it would be like
to have made love to you

we would have killed

generations and worlds
my mind and yours

midnight prague Dec 2010

Poets song

your hands bend like twisted willow
on somber chains
my heart is mute and pale in presence
of your subtle anger
hidden
deeply rooted into
your beautiful eyes

I beg to go deeper

although I know the income
of my words will retalite
I know how they will scar
some crevice
and unknown part of me
yet to discover
dead
until you have awakened it
with your skin
that monstourus gaze

they will speak about me
say how I differ too much
how I speak too much of broken hearts
and sorrowfull songs
but I know to every real human heart
every poem is but a sing along

midnight prague Dec 2010

XVII

I backtracked
slowly into different parts of your mind
I swept under the inside of you
to suffocate the part that hurt the most
then inhale every bad memory you have ever had
to breathe out in my sleep
with the demons
I hope to know the rain
as I once knew you
baby in between my veins
keeps me alive