we nicked some puff from my brother
we were ******* our faces with ***** some randy gave us
sat in the subway tunnel at 10pm watching the cars go by
laughing about the thought of jumping off together
walking the hour walk to my house where we could crash out
and you said it was just like your favourite show
i put my hands on your throat ;
veins pumping red
like little boats
inside the storm ,
your hands tangle around me ,
they grasp, tug, hit:
and this is a fight that
i am losing.
outside, it snows ,
and my pink skins flushes red
as you have burned me
from the inside out .
everything becomes white , when
you touch me
for the first time ,
and then i cry when you hit me .
he kissed me and it felt like i got hit.
My deformities decorate me
As if I were Persephone
Married to all that could incinerate me
I dance with daemons, but they do not consume me
Instead we rub up against each other, like
The good kind of scratch
Like the skins of fruits
And I delight
In the weight
Of cool scales that press my dress to my skin
And rest monster heads in the curve beneath my skin.
Great claws finding the fork tines of my fox spine, and I sing
O, Daemon Mine
O, Daemon Mine.
And they let go, and they sometimes even
In its caves of insolence,
night hides its diabolic secrets
when light sows its golden pearls
across the horizon. It paints its treachery
with the innocence of the morning light
like a master-chameleon
that wraps its lies
in a psychedelic charm.
once disguised its radiance
to become the shadow of night and
smeared its leaden drops of deceit
on the angel-white glow of the clouds.
Perhaps, that’s why we are the way we are –
living in different skins!
Evening shimmers wet with Autumn rain
It's sheen reflectors, mirrors, eyes
Of cavorting shadows amongst the fey
Like city tinsil this Samhain night,
Oh how lovely colors celebrate
With ghostly kin & youthful lights...
With circus-painted skins and facade
Of candied ghoulish grins,
How sweet & innocent the haunted highs
Infects each home, "trick'r'treat" of hymns.
Laughter like All's been forgiven,
All seems right, again...
Though hidden faces - forgotten sins,
Speak sie la vie this holiday,
With carved pumpkins, witches' cry,
Screams are as illusion as the fright,
This Samhain evening’s tide .
It's all babes and monsters ball
This hallowed eve
This Samhain night
Tra la li, tra la lay
Then tomorrow is Hop tu naa...
The days after for all our saints...
Come the winter will be white,
As the ghosts this Samhain night.
My smiles are hiding
The crying heart
My skins are covering
The deepest scare
My eyes are holding
The emotions drop
My arms are protecting
The broken core
We speak with fire on our tongue
Hoping to find a match in angry looks
Aiming to light up and respark
Hit where we know words hurt most
Lashing out and cashing in
I apologize for feelings for speaking truths
You are proud but reach out
As a means of saying sorry
Ironic as we know we both
Will do it all again
Strike a match past the parchment
Of our skin, drawing fires
Drawing circles until we burn
Out, out, again and again
Smoldering embers of what could have been
Leaving marks shaped like feelings
Neither of us can make worth of
And so they kept on drawing fires
Past the parchment
Of their skins
My words are like ink,
staining pages I've yet to use.
My words are like the dawning stillness,
before the heavy rain falls.
My words are like silk,
touching skins of loved ones and strangers alike.
My words don't always match and smoothly flow.
Sometimes they are jaded and petty,
other times they are deep and precise.
But my words, oh my words are all of me,
inside and out.