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I like to watch the smoke curl.
Pour.
Escape.
Tumble.
Out of your perfect mouth.
I like to hear the tempo.
Pound.
Vibrate.
Ignite.
Lose eachother in this perfect beat.
I like the way coldsheets feel on bare bodies.
Smooth.
Innocent.
Perfection.
I have left everything I know behind.
For you.
And your
Feather kisses.
For you.
And your
Unspoken promises.
For you.
And our new life.
Together.
When you weren't looking
This child became a woman.
Don't ask how or why,
For those questions are not the important ones.
Can't you see you didn't care enough to notice?
How will you feel when we have no more time together?
I wonder if you feel sorry about the way you locked your heart,
Acess denied to the beggar at your door.
She is no one.
Only me.
My variation on a poem found in a book....
Insanity.
Creeps around your mind slowly before it takes you under.
When your eyes finally flutter open, the world is a black and white blur.
Except for that one pair of striking eyes that made you insane in the first place.
Except for that one song, that always makes you think of them.
And you want the music to stop, but if fills your head.
And you can't help,
But dance alone.
In a padded room.
Ive always known what I was.
Deep
Deep
Down inside.
The way I seemed to be always an outsider in my peer groups.
The way my eyes linger over those clingy patterns in your dress.
The way I wondered what it would feel like to kiss those sweet
Ruby
Red
Lips.
Iv'e always kept it a secret,
Until now.
My ***** little confession.
And those ****
Ruby
Red
Lips.....







Ruby
There was supposed to be only one Ruby red lips at the end but my computer ******* up. Oh well. >.<
Why do the call it "falling" in love?
Is it because it's supposed to feel as if your
gliding
through the air?
Soaring confidently down deeper and deeper.
The edranaline is
Rushing
Through your veins.
And just when your about to crash to your death, your love sweeps you into their arms, and just
Holds you.
But what if the person you love doesn't love you back?
Instaed of gliding and soaring, you are
Plummeting
To your death, to your final breath.
And you crash and break into a million cutting peices.
Who will clean up the mess?

Who?
Hey! So this is my first poem that I have written in awhile. Hope it doesn't ****. :)
How can I sleep when thoughts of you consume me?
Your gold eyes.
toss
Your warm skin against mine.
turn
My eyes have dark circles surrounding them, and you are responsible.
The worst part is
toss
You don't even care.
*turn
One little pill is all it takes.
To lift you up and out of the numb.
Flys you high and makes you forget about the scars that cover you inside and out.
But only for a second.
One little pill is all it takes.
To drop you ******* your ***.
Leave you scrambling for your next lithium fix.
Feeling even less alive than you were before.
For the rest of your life.
One little pill.
The word love, is overused.
Abused.
And when the words tumble carelessly out of your mouth,
It scars.
My
Mind
And
Soul
My first 5w
Are you real?
If I touch you, do you promise not to shatter,
Like so many others?
Is it really true?
That one little touch,
one little spark,
could flare up and make my skin burn red hot?
I wait with bated breath and a slowing pulse,
For your awnser
For just one more
Spark....
The stage
it calls out to me.
And for some obscence reason I respond.
I feel the warm floodlights embrace my body, and send an electrifying tingle
down
my
spine.
I am overwhelmed by some sort of spirt,
I open my mouth and a song comes out.
A song of pain, love and loss.
I sing until I cant stand it anymore.
Until I am
Shaken
To
my
Core.
The red velvet curtain relases it self.
An eruption of cheer shortly follows.

What the hell just happened?














my
core.
True story....
I am reaching into the depth of me
Searching for anything.
Anything at all.
Love?
My heart grows colder and bitterly lonesome by the second.
Saddness?
My tear ducts are dry and shriveled from overuse.
A pulse?
Nope,
still alive.
But barely
The Blade is my mistress.
Feel Alive.
But only for a moment.
F
E
Ug, stupid F E at the end. Computer is ******* up. Totally ruins the feel of the poem...
I remember spending lazy afternoons
With you in my arms.
Trying to suppress my smile as I watched
You mouth every single word perfectly
As we watched
Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I was to busy watching your perfect pink lips to notice
You
Slowly slipping away from
Me.
Until one day you were just gone
And it was my own shaking arms that were holding
Me
And I was wording the dialogue, tasting the salty tears on my lips
Without You.
Take my hand and come with me,
I'll show you things you never would believe that you could see.
A land far away from the strain that you feel,
and all you have to do is close your eyes and take a few pills.
**** the gun.
Cut a bit deeper.
Feel the cruel world slip away.
And watch the red flow
Erasing that fake smile from your face...
Life is often described
As a
B  L  U  R
What does it take to
Make us
S  L  O  W   D  O  W  N?
Beauty,
Is a sure fire way to give you a good kick in the ***.
To remind you that you ARE alive.
And not to just recognize that, but to love and respect it.

Beauty,
Is found everywhere.
Whether you find it in rocky creeks, watching the sun dip behind the mountains,
feeling and hearing the rush of water beneath your feet.
Or in the arch of her eyebrows,
when she gazes at you with emerald pools.

And even when you feel like a beast,
Beauty is there.
To remind you that you are loved.....
I am numb.
Inside and out.
The utter confusion of my being consumes me.
I am numb.
Forever and always.
The kind of numb that freezes and stings me.
I am broken.
Because of you.

— The End —