Jan 13, 2010 16:54
Apr. 27th, 2003
evenings are bland
I stand tall above the vehicle
My arms elbow deep
grease in my underwear
it's that time of month you know
and my faults thicken
with the mistakes I make
the ones with the patched eye
blinded by my own arrogance
and selfish endeavors
unwilling to ask for help
in fear of being wrong
I got the job done
with a sweaty brow
and oily chest and rusted tears
I'm waiting for my tetanus shot now
but it will not come
I don't have insurance
I have no one to help me
Determined to conquer
focused to do this as a woman
the silence could crack ice
my stubborn tendencies
create wild stampedes.
But there was a boar
that wouldn't budge.
I call him "william."
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Lost
September 23rd, 2003
written by: Me
I can't see clearly, I've lost my dreams.
They are broken shards of my insanity
Oh can't you see...I've lost me
Through the darkness I scream, but no one hears me
Feel a prick and I bleed
Slowly dying
(Chorus)
Evil is in my bones, I try to run away
Life sways her curves and seduces me astray
There is no hiding. Fears not so far
There is no hiding from my fears.
Fought my way through this hypocrisy
It is love of death in my bloodstream
I think you see...the irony.
In the streets of NO mercy, Possessed willingly
Feel a prick and I bleed
inside crying
(Chorus)
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5/5/2004
When you approach
I lose my senses
clouded with desire.
I'm craving fire.
Come burn my flesh.
I can see your face
close to my love
consuming my pleasures
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I lay before you
shock-waves rushing outward
exhausting my passions.
Once solidified lava.
this impact melted away
icy regions of silence.
I am not so wounded
that I refuse to see the stars flicker
This finite reality
an instant of time to learn
Although I've been cursed by an angel
It is too precious to regret
These painful gestures of understanding
come from a pure place of immense love
Moments shared are moments gained
lost in the past, but alive in memory
nostalgia can not be stolen
it is a gift of timeless heart
Well, you know me
I want to sleep it all away
Until you wash up
on the shores of my dreams
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May 11, 2004
Unique and clear
raindrops shine with rainbows in the light
is there something more?
If only the devil had a heart
he'd see that fire, scars
he'd say 'come closer love'
If only the angel had an evil mind
She'd see through with vengeance
she'd say 'it feels good to kill'
A tribute to lies
illusions and identities lost
There is something else.
"True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is,
has been, will be, and will not be."
-Anonymous writer
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