Gunner 2d

Skin by definition is a thin layer of tissue forming a natural outer covering of the body.
Skin is for people to tan, to clothe, apply make up to... to touch.

Itch, bleed, scab, repeat.

Mosquito bites.
Mosquito bites by definition are the itchy bumps that appear after mosquitoes use their proboscis to puncture your skin and feed on your blood.
Mosquito bites are for people to feel, to itch, to bleed, to scab and repeat. The entire cycle.

Itch, bleed, scab, repeat.

Summer by definition is the warmest season of the year.
Summer is for t-shirts, shorts, exposure, swimming, tanning, skin, skin, skin, skin, skin.
"It's Summer, put on some shorts."
"It's Summer, why aren't you wearing a t-shirt?"
"It's Summer, let's go swimming!"
Summer is a time for these questions, these statements, these words to fester, to breed like muosquitos, to sting like the bite of a bug.

Itch, bleed, scab, repeat.
Itch, bleed, scab, repeat.

A Dermatologist by definition is a doctor that treats diseases, in the widest sense, and some cosmetic problems of the skin, skin, skin, skin, skin.
The Dermatologist tells me to use this and to use that. Lotions and potions, as my mother would say. Slather, rub, treat, swallow.

Itch, bleed, scab, repeat.
Itch, bleed, scab, repeat.

Skin care.
Skin care by definition is the range of practices that support skin integrity, enhance its appearance and relieve skin conditions.
Get up, shower, sterilizing soap, body oil, steroid cream, medicated lotion, drink water and repeat the process before bed. My daily cycle.

Itch, bleed, scab, repeat.
Itch, bleed, scab, repeat.

A Seesaw by definition is to change rapidly and repeatedly from one position, situation, or condition to another and back again.
Seesaw, to push off the ground, into the air with a sense of victory and joy, only to fall hard to the ground with stinging ankles and sore calf's.
This isn't a playground anymore.
The Dermatologist says that if I don't get better, they'll have to put me on the pill.

Itch, bleed, scab, repeat.
Itch, bleed, scab, repeat.

The Pill.
The Pill is an oral treatment for my condition. My eczema.
One pill every morning at seven AM with food and an entire glass of water.
The risk associated with the pill- Osteoporosis,  Muscle weakness, Mood and Behavioral changes, Increase in chance of developing cataracts,  Stomach Ulcers and Liver Failure.
One pill every morning at seven AM with food and an entire glass of water. The daily cycle.

Itch, bleed, scab, repeat.
Itch, bleed, scab, repeat.
Itch, bleed, scab.... fuck it.

I would rather my liver fail and my bones go brittle then to be stared at on the street!
"What is that?"
"Are you okay?"
"What's wrong with her?"
"Is it contagious?"
"Don't touch me!"
I itch, my nails dragging over my scarred skin and pulling at wounds. I bleed, the welts that crack and leak drops from the red river that flows silently beneath my skin. I scab, leaving horrible lumps of ugly, hardened flesh to coat the once smooth area. I repeat....

Well, I don't want to repeat! I want to be able wear the clothes I want, to walk the streets with out the judging and questioning eyes of the passersby on me, to be held and touched by a significant other without the fear that their fingers will fall upon my skin and recoil in disgust!

Without looking in the mirror and wondering when I can finally begin to love myself.

I decided that today is the day! No more Itching! No more Bleeding! No more Scabs! It's time to break this god damn cycle.

I have her between my fingers
she's under my control
yet she is in complete control
she draws me in
tempts me with her smooth skin
her cold silvered skin,
I crave the feeling of
hers against mine
I crave the sharp lick
from the edge of her tongue
drawing beads of scarlet
vermilion lines ladder my flesh
my mind climbs past the clouds
and we share the colours of ecstacy.

jg 5d

The pain,
The tears,
They've been keeping me from staying sane

And the only thing that's natural from me
is missing you,
it has now become a part of me,
another confusing colateral damage,
from losing you

I'll have to learn to live with the pain and the void that traces my heart every night at 4 am,
But I'm fighting a battle too big and oversized for me,
I'm overwhelmed,
surrounded by a scary defeated war

jg 5d

My love,
My heart,
My lungs

My honey,
My joy,
My sun

My one and only first
capable of controlling the utter mess of me

With just a simple look of lust
You make my skin vibrate and burst
creating the melodies
between each one of my rapid gasps for air

To our secrets,
and to the memories of each,
that can never be forgotten or ignored, and much less erased from above of our skin.
Amanda May 13

I was wrapped up in your hazel eyes,
Captivated by your smile,
And the pace of my quickening heartbeat,
Just increased with every mile.

And every time you touched my skin,
I felt your fingers melt right through,
Leading me to rightfully believe,
That the burn holes were left by you.

blue May 10

she who wanted to be
than a pretty face
and soft skin


nothing more
than a fading

jg May 5

Let everything in,
Let the magic underneath your skin awake,
Let the vibrations of your heart take control, & magic they will make.

Your days will burst with love and light,
They will melt away the coldness around your heart
That will soon to be a lovely dash of art,
& the darkness you shall fight,
Because with time you will be alright...

Kon Grin Apr 30

Trembling right beneath my skin,
Gaining tempo of my heartbeat,
Splitting in the 7 shades -
The Ray of light that never ever fades.

Master, hold back all the lords
Faking, making my sense worse.
Give it all and take it back,
There's nothing that will ever lack.

Chorus 1:
Beat, Heart, oh so wild
Beat, Heart, no not mine

Verse 2:
Cuddling on a Sunday night,
Waking up and praying to this light,
Searching for a truth in time -
"Will it last?" or "Will it be alright?"

Iris on a verge of death.
Carpe Diem, Flash and all his friends.
Me and You have found it now,
Me and You are as one.

Chorus 2:
Beat, Heart, oh so wild
Beat, Heart, no-not mine
Me, You are as one
Heart beats heartbeats as one.

my band's actual song (April 9)

the two lines leading
to her tiny chin
when she smiles,
they are
my poem.

the two lines when she
sips from her coffee mug
by each eye
I clearly see them.

the neck lines
between her collarbones
beneath her necklace
those two I breathe them

the first sip
and the two frowning lines
at the heat of the coffee
I don't believe them

and neither
do I believe
the coffee was more
than an excuse
for all of our skin lines
to meet

Glass Apr 22

It's a five hour drive to prosaic
patriarchy, that I have sacrificed
my own anatomy affiliated thrones of bones
& francais sun burnt
senility with your ephemeral trepidation
like "no one saw the moon
pheromones in apologies”
and the alley knew “stone perception
in indignant rasps” even though
April is not wearing a yellow raincoat,
but a dark red one
with a pendant of your loss hung against
my cold skin

- G

Next page