I have layed my flesh to stone And held the art of my pleasures Against the wall I have fed on every trench of your skin And fallen pray to the bed between the curves of your thighs But why do I feel like I can never get enough of you
There was something hidden within my loneliness A never ending feeling of settling within the edge of my glory days I hadn't had a drink in ages Why was I so complacent I have broken from my prime Why am I so concerned I haven't had a smoke in a while Why do I smoke Why Why am I alive Why Why Why Such questions without a question mark I've burdened myself from my younger days I'm incoherent, indecisive Why do I care No body cares If I ****** at my dignity with parentheses An overload of unbearable redundancy My patience has strung its way through my teeth Why am I failing year 11 Why do my peers smell like sweat Do I smell like sweat All these questions without question marks Have I become a period The end of every sentence The after thought hidden within the tortures of teenage hood I haven't cried in a while Why Why Why .... She whispered in the hollow room she shared with her therapist
You made pain sound so hauntingly beautiful That all your flaws became freshly jeweled dimes But everything was temporary when it came to you The Pain The Pleasure
A calming stretch of existence Spiralled into an abyss of discomfort Burnt out by the joy of realisation Eyes dancing on the horizon Maybe we are Orphic Two fleeting souls Craving the familiarity of scabs between our teeth Questions What are you doing to me ?
And before we could even realise it Everything we had talked about Felt And seen of each other Was dumbed down to a simple moment A moment where your eyes were filled with pure lust No gravity holding the innocence of Teenage love My skin bare before your eyes Did you even love me at all ?
Teenagers a glorified *** to the point where it's considered love How can a hopeless romantic like myself survive?
Seventeen is no dream to remember But we hoped we'd have cleansed our airways by the time 18 dawned at our feet We had prayed that our innocence had not been blurred within the lines of our trauma We had hoped our dreams beamed within our doom That our fear was justified in the struggle And that our tolerance for each other was worth it That we were not addicted to our dependance on society Cause we were no longer kids We had outworn our childhood The paint on our faces had cracked And The desert of our freedom had swelled with reluctance But we still wanted it To be young To latch onto the protection of ours mother's But we had grown a few sizes too big Sadly we were exactly where we were meant to be We were seventeen
Passion spilling from the brim of his eyes Words cannot capture They cannot describe As his hands creep between hers She thinks comfort He thinks salvation And she catches his gaze Doubtful of his intentions But he finally words His gaze I love you , he finally says
There was this thing you did Your lips would twitch before you smile It made you look so lost so fragile There was thing you did Your body a trembling mess As my hands explored the abyss of your silence There was this thing you did Your eyes dilated as we fed off the high of our energies You my only remedy There was this thing you did Unintentionally wooling my clarify into pure desire And dancing to the sounds of my pure want For you For us There was this thing you did Watch me spill the glass of my love in your hands Without warning as you watched it fall right through All because of those things you do
I wish I could write love poems about you But I've realised the love I feel that deep for , is not true So I save my devotion at the tip of my pen I'll never write a love poem about you , not now , not ever again
I had gained weight Packed a few KGS in the wrong places Dresses looked too sloppy Jeans barely passed my thighs I hated water , only GOD knows why My feet were to small My waist the wrong size Trust me I'm not insecure But I'm also non the wise My face has betrayed me in every aspect of the word I think acne and I are good friends,but maybe I should burn the edges of our friendship and let her go Luckily I love my nose But what else is there to keep Trust me I'm not insecure But it's all the same to me
I had grown so viciously accustomed to the ignorance hidden within the history of my chrome heart I had ventured off into palaces of sexuality , learning a new form of expression I had fed off the uncertainty of acceptance for those of my kind Those who so innocently learnt of what to do but never with who I had wondered if the words kissed at my teeth,were to tell the tales of my ***,would people run or would they embrace me with my celibacy I was 17 many had tried atleast more than a hug A sweet caress between their thighs as they gave up what I'm so constantly trying to hide Maybe I had bruised my body so much that I had convinced the uncertainty in my mind that I am still a women But was I enough of a women to sacrifice my women -hood for a hood I barely even fit into But I've held the barrel of my virginity and swung it in the eyes of temptation I have worked hard to build on my purity But is it even mine
We walked through every corner of our fantasy Wrote essays of the pleasure hidden within our resolution Adamant that the torture of our adultery, was torture to us only We bath our skin in the bloods of our innocence What had made us become so famished? Why had we relished in the depths of our depravity ? Why did we live in a love where you and I were nothing but a fantasy ?
And there it was again That feeling that I'm completely wasting my life away No saving grace No cathedral to lay to waste Burning in my loneliness But it's Sunday Tomorrow I will exist In those walls I despise Feeding on the knowledge of those who died But Tommorow I will exist in the hands of a friendship I know will dissolve when the weekend dawns into existence
In the eyes of a Week A moment A connection And A conflict I had had managed to fit Every part of your love That would ruin me And Before the eyes of our passions dwells On the nightfall Of our imperfections I decided it would be easier To watch you leave
We grew desperate to feel something Pacified our insecurities to feel nothing Walked on the dirt of our desire Burnt the uncertainty to a simple late night text Swore we were holding onto our impurities And fed each other our brokenness Held pen vein As we swore we were poets And painted the walls with our ink Fled the dusk To dawn in the dawn of our indecisiveness Walked on broken shells Just to fall at the cathedral of our love Words unmatched Palaces of misfortune Clung onto the shreds of virtue Yet inevitably broke at a crossroads
My pen broke Between my fingers And before I knew it Words came to difficult Hardly a thing known to man I had lost my worth between the creases of my page I have never felt this before
Why can I not write When my heart yearns for nothing more ?