the white town is calm and so quiet.
its people are ever asleep.
they know no such thing as "desire".
you could tell they don't really live.
the white town is cold and abandoned.
its people are ever asleep.
their visitors are never welcome.
they come and they cry and they leave.
the white town is sick. i don't like it.
its people are ever asleep.
i never go there cause they'll make me
stay there and forget how to breathe.
they're vicious enough, though asleep.

when you're there i pine for you
like a stupid little intellectual
i theorize your face

make up stories about your eyelids
how they close like a hardcover book
sheltering your wisdom from the judge

you let it spill out to me
your ***** brine
tenderizing my leathery exterior
into broken down, cured meat
you freed me with your trust
i was savory, salty with your laughter on my tongue

you've been waiting for me
but i cannot come
if we are to ever be in the same room again, together
i would smother you and oppress you with
love, tainted by imaginary things
like the fable of us
like my contentment

like your hand in mine
                                         clasping surely,
                                                                ­     silently,
                                                                ­                                                    home

She's a selfish lover, armed with stunning beauty.
She hunts joyfully for an innocent & caring heart,
She wants to satisfy her longing spirit.

Self validation by conquered hearts.
Conquests, like trophies on a night stand.
Each victory validated by a wounded spirit.
Her potent satisfactions soon dwindles.

Repeated victories, must be obtained.
Scores of bleeding hearts form rivers of tears.
Each conquest screaming from nearby roof tops.
Her Reputation becomes known by many.

The walking wounded,
They protect their dulled spirit
With raised eyebrows and gently shaking heads,
With muffled voices they warn, she is trouble waiting to happen.

I have been bitten by her kind of love.
The sting lingers in my heart,
The scars noticeable in my spirit & in my eyes.

I have her disease now.
My heart longs for love.
Not for Revenge!
But, for recovery and for self validation!

body & soul.

Dam you!
I want to be with you.

Dam you!
Why can't I have you.

Dam you!
Why can't I be you.

I hate you!
Dam you!

in quiet rooms
down quiet corridors there are quiet souls
with minds; screaming
she tells her mind to stop screaming
she tells her family she doesn't hear a thing
she tries to replay every good day
but the stories don't quite align
all that's left are her bones here in this bed
and torn up memories by her side

a shaky hand
a flaking smile
she can count her moments of sanity on one hand
a face remembered
a face forgot
she hears no greetings just goodbyes
tired but not asleep, days and nights reflected in her empty eyes
a moment of clarity was all she needed
a moment she was scared to forget
possessions laid out before her like burnt out cigarettes
she makes up her face, reliving the mornings when she was alive
and she approaches the sunrise, sanity by her side
so clear the world appears when reflected not by her eyes, in the water
there is clarity
she surrounds herself in clarity
she doesn't want to breathe
she only wants to exhale insanity

m.g.