buffIll wear nothingto bed (yes, nothing) but myfavorite perfume a spritz(here) a dab (there) then Illgive you all night to try (please, try) to disrobe me
dissemblerwhen you sayyou dont needanyoneyoure a liar(we all need someone)what youreally meanis that youdont need me
HalfheartedI gave you my whole heart,and you returned it in pieces.So, I laid it out on the kitchentable to glue back together,but the calico jumped upand stole some before I could catch her.While I chased the cat, the dogate as many pieces as he could reach,apparently preferring the tasteof bleeding heart to Alpo Chopped Beef.By the time I gave up on the kittyand sat back down to the job, big chunks had disappeared,making it that much harder, likeputting together a puzzle with missing pieces and no picture.So I patched it up as best I could, butwhether it will work again or not, only time will tell.
upbringingwe interpret eachothers silence asdisaffectionunaware thatweve both beentaught not tospeak untilspokento
rawtake backyour pretty lovewordstuck themunder yourtonguekiss meuntil my lips bloomwith bruisesscrape me rawwith yourblistering skinand scratchthis itch untilit bleeds
I Made My BedIt's time to acceptmy lot,to let go of myself-delusions,rose-coloredpipe dreams.I must let go.Let my dreamsgo their wayas I go mine.
DisheartenedI was so completelyin love with himthat my heart burstfrom my chestand threw itselfat his feet despitemy admonishment toshow some restraint.It refused to listenand so startledmy lover with itsfrantic floppinglike a stranded fishthat he turned and fled.My foolish heartchased after him andis following him stillwhile I sit herewith a holein my chest andwait for both of themto come back.
inflamedour bodieswrithed ina month-longwet dreamfrom whichwe awokesuddenlyand withregret
zenithIm tooold todream offoreverall I wantnowis youone dayat atime
heroesthey lived long livesfilled with hard work,fried chicken, andheart attackshe gambledevery day of his lifeand never misseda house paymentshe crochetedand wallpaperedand never missedThe Price Is Rightthey survivedthe depressionMinnesota wintersa lost babyand for decadesstill smiled whenthe other enteredthe roomno one told themthat people dontlove foreveranymore
devotedhelloyoull be glad to knowthat I hardly everthink of youanymoremy nights areno longer sleepless,my eyes red-rimmedand puffyIm over youat last, emptinessa tired relieffrom painyes, I dontmiss youanymore but my number hasnt changed if you ever need to reach me
trustyoure afraid to believe in mebut Im not like the others Im not a promisetied to a tumbleweed but a weighted word that will stay where its dropped
reboundknowingI'm a fooldoesn'tmake mewant youless
faded polaroidsvoices echo downthe hall like playgroundmemories and schoolpictures with bad haircutsI listen to thoseindistinct murmursand stare into the past,remembering whenlife was as simpleas bologna sandwichesand names spelled inalphabet soupanimal crackers roaredin our hands untilwe bit off their headsand made them be quietsaltines and grape juiceserved as communionunder the big oak, Godwatching from the branchesin a world drawn inblack and white whenlove was love and wewerent allowed to hate(for fear of damnation)I can smell those days,taste the sweatysummer afternoonsrunning through dandelionsand crab grass, tattooingour hands with polk berriesmama making us scrubwith Lava soap, the bluestains stouter thanour stinging skin underits gray gritnight wind scrapedbranches against thewindow and my brotherran from his dark roomto the safety of sisterswith a double bedthree little bodiescrammed together in thesweltering heat, quietas mice so brother
FittingI tried to tell him I was leaving (again).But I couldnt find the words (again).So Ill stay here and eat my just desserts (again).
dementiaI fear forgetting,of watching myselfdisappear pieceby piecebut perhaps itsan unexpectedconsolation, like grasslaying in the suncool breezesgently helping meforget that I dontremember
evermorehe was awishunfulfilled,gonebefore she couldlearn the truthof himyet, stillhe lingerswithin her heart,a dreamuntestedthat will notdie
radicalpeople tell meI have twenty goodyears left if Im luckybut Id settlefor five if they were with you
their kisslike a hummingbirdmotionless abovean open flowertheir lipsdid not touch.she only feltthe fluttering wingsof his soft breathecaressing her waiting petals.he hovered above her,the tip of his tonguepoised to dip,ready,but refraining.he prefered torevel and enjoythe taste of herwillingness.
Lonely GirlThe Lonely Girl,Sits alone on the bench,Her thoughts wandering,To a boy she once knew,So shy was he,Brown Sweeping Hair,Covering his eyes,Not Showing,The emotions he felt,The Love he was feeling,Not that she knew,Until it was too late.
If The Sun Could WhisperI watch as yourlatex skin, foldsagainst the breezesand then melts intopuddles ofsolidified sunshine.Your lips smackedpoison against mine;with our first kissI was already dying.My mouth wasfilled with holesthat leaked wordsof unused wisdom andI pretended to wonder aboutthe constellations that youerased with your thumb.And aboutyour bones thatcrashed into the earth.But there were nometeors to coat your fall.How did you survive?
You Broke My HeartYou Broke My HeartYou told me that we need to talk and I felt the dread,By the time you finished saying it a part of me was dead.You have found someone else and now Im alone.And the pain that entered me struck down to the bone.I gave you all of me, but now you walk away.Theres nothing more to do and nothing more to say.Theres only things to feel and only tears to cry,And all of me is wondering why oh why oh why.The entire world around me is now falling apart,You were there and now youre gone
you broke my heart.May 12, 2002 Sunday
LabelsI write poems, there for Im EMO,I wear black, there for Im goth,I listen to rock, there for Im punk,I wear make-up, there for Im prep,I play RPGs there for Im geek,I am all of these things,I am none of these things,According to some that makes me a poser,According to some that makes me unique,You wanna know what I think?FUCK LABLES
GodIf thou dwells in equitable faith,he maketh peace abound.Thou shalt be a union to lord,as his presence is always around.Within the shadows cast,darkness would take the most."Let there be light!"Sayeth the holy ghost.Thee is equal, as all men are,forgiveness is granted forthwith.Father is the bringer of life,giving some the power to heal with.thou shalt never think of forcing,faith be not a command.though, would they still kneel down,if the messages were not sent?Thine belief rests upon the clouds,for thine faith dwells equitable.I shalt be a union to lord,as to me, the reality is meetable.The shadow of the holy ghost,holds wings of such expanse.For faith is such a choosable path,we shalt not demand.
A tribute to The JokerThe strange painted face walked slowly towards the tied up hostage, holding a strange blade in his gloved hand. Hello my unfortunate friend I am The Joker and I am here to
entertain you. he said menacingly, a evil smile twisted on his face. Upon closer inspection two massive scars across his lips. The victim twisted and tried to escape his joker faced captor. A crazed laugh escaped his mouth as he gleefully clutched the mans face. Do you wanna know how I got these scars? the Joker questioned. The hostages eyes darted from side to side trying to avoid the strange mans eyes. Whats the matter? You seem nervous. the strange man giggled and wet his scarred lips. He brushed his untamed hair from his powdered face, he wore strange make up, his eyes surrounded by black paint and his grotesque scars were painted with a blood red liquid, along with his lips. Now back to the story. My father
was a drinker
geekI want a geek,A real sweet guyWho hides behind his hairEvery time I walk by.I want someone timidWho doesnt really talkA guy with railway bracesA right little dork.I want the glassesAnd the too cute smileI want him to be afraidOf his reflection in the bathroom tiles.He will walk with hunched backAnd avert everyones gazeHell sit in the cornerAnd spend the hour in a daze.But hell also be creativeHell paint from his heartAnd when I glimpse into the art roomMy world will fall apart.Because I like them geekyI like that computer nerdI like those who are sensitiveThose who love through words.Write me a love poemSing me a songPaint me a pictureTell me Im not wrong.
i miss.youI screamed your name at the world last nightthe sky was clear, the stars were brightIt was so fucking cold, but I didn't careMy breath was cloudy, I just laid thereMy head was throbbing, my fingers were stiffMy mind was on you and how much I missyour voice. your name across my lips.I sat in the middle of the road last nightI cried so hard, I'm losing this fightI cursed and yelled,I've lost my mind.I was looking for you, but all I could find wasyour picture. my thoughts inside my head.You're in my heart but it feels so deadSomeone played the guitar, he was playing brand newthe sound haunted me. and i thought ofyou.Our insignificant lives are such a fucking messI'm not thinking straightHow did we get like this?why do the best things never last?god, I miss you.
forgive and forgethe beggedher forgivenessand she promisedto give itas soon asshe forgothis name