Clean it up.
trash, littered
glass glitters
smash delivered
mouths quiver
blood slithers
roads killer
people stiffer
lives teetered
eyes tear
cars peered
windows cleared
bodies feared
clean it up.

moist deep exploration
finding what
makes you smile, or understand.
near my ears the
same tongue
talks ******,
feeling around
my mind touching
my imaginations
sweet spots

It has been
awhile.
My tongue went
missing,
a tape recorder
of things people
already said shoved
into its place.
The blood in my being
is heated with the love of my significant,
without him my heart is
cold.

Long furry black legs
extending out from a
furry xoskeleton.
No love for the Spider
to be stepped on.
Estranged by many,
loved by few.
Majority wins, till
all open eyes to
beauty

Grinding metal lays
out the ambiance.
Shattered glass sings
songs similar to
wind chimes.
The ground of said tragedy
is a canvas for
a devastating
art.
Lush red blood spills
for artistic
expression.
Cuts and bruises
make for great
make-up.
Focal point is
the reality.

**** that
**** dam
because I hold
in too much.
When their is
a leak
I break into
a rut
Mind to fast,
words
spoken to slowly.
Chances missed because
I hold in
too much.
I will break
and it will be big.

No one wants to be
outside when the
sun falls.
Everybody wants to
see the sunrise.
When it's dark, no one wants to speak of
what they feel.
In the light people
talk of what they
see, and make nothing of it.
In the dark few feel for what
they cannot see, awareness is a new sense.
The light and dark have both individuals
who hate and love one or the other.
Warmth and cold