Poetry
Untitled
Her heart's so low
It was so high
She's on the ground
It was the sky
She's falling now
Life's fading fast
There's no way to hide her past
Her head's spinnin' she can't think straight
Her tears are runnin' just a little too late
He can't see, he doesn't want to hear
He has another girl who's near.
Scared
In my corner, I sit alone
The world around me spinning.
Not a sound from the telephone
And You just sit there grinning
Watch me slowly go insane
Won't even save me from my pain
I won't become what You are
I won't become what You hear
I won't become what You see
I won't become what You fear
I won't be the doll You choke
I won't be the doll You hold near
Even if it's dark in my corner
It's not as fearsome as You think
It's the World outside that scares me
The World into which I would sink
So I'll just sit here, so scared
If I move I'll die
And if I died, would you really care?
Would you even cry?
Grin
In my corner, I sit alone
The world around me spinning.
Not a sound from the telephone
And You just sit there grinning
In my heart I know you're wrong
You still think you're right
You won't listen to my song
No matter how I fight.
I hate the methodical way you speak
Talking like some wise old man
You are not one to speak of the meek
On differentiality you place a Holy ban
So in my corner I sit alone,
darkness around me spreading
you can't hear my innermost moans
A spiritual beheading
Alone in my corner will I stay
On my knees, searching
Alone in my corner will I pray
In my head, hand, and heart searching.
For what was lost so long ago
Inside my soul I'm running
I run through the blood stained snow
Looking for days that are sunny
I see People daily lie
to those they say they love
and artificial tears they'll cry
as death comes to the white peace dove
many miles we shall walk
in search of Holy light
many lectures we shall talk
through many, many night.
as dusk approaches I shed a tear
for the sins of which I cannot say
As dawn draws very near
I fear the knowing light of day
I feel the beat of the heart of the clock
My sanity, slipping away
I know my sins you will mock
as your faith begins to decay
So in my corner I sit alone
the world, all around, spinning
Not a whisper in your heart's home
and Soon you will stop grinning.
UntitledII
I watched him walk into the room,
My heart skipping my head in a swoon,
I smile to hide everything I feel,
He smiles back, but I'm not sure it's real.
I confessed my sin, my love, of him,
He lit my heart but his was dim.
I thought he cared, I was so sure.
My love the disease, his contempt the cure.
A tear falls on my lips, my eyes downcast,
I thought the denial would not last
I pretend everything was fine
Inside a decay spread in my mind.
We talked about it, he beat around the bush,
I was thrown away, they call it a 'crush'
I sat deep in thought for a long time.
I realized his actions were a far worse crime.
I told him to ignore all my ravings,
and silently, I promised to ignore my cravings.
The moral to the story, neighbor and friend,
is no matter what you have, it WILL end.
Hormones: A Work In Progress
Imitation leather seat,
A glint of chrome in the heat,
A thick heavy metal beat,
Out the window hang her feet.
'Hush, parents just went to bed.'
Rug burn got her knees all red.
A bed, to which she was lead,
Only their groins were to wed.
Flesh alight with fingertips,
Steal a kiss from nether lips.
Heat between their grinding hips,
Sinful nectar, in hungry sips.
Drunken stupor on a stair,
Now a bed, suddenly bare,
Trails of tears, harsh words in air,
Unlearned, the meaning of care.
Now we see the little tease,
Big blue eyes promise to please.
As he sings his lust-decrees,
She smiles and closes her knees.
NAMELESS POETRY
I was born into it
From Mama's womb into shit
I'm gonna fight, bring on the night
fuck.you.fuck.you
Three years old, sick as hell
Mama mama don't feel well
A bald lil girl losin her curl
help.me.help.me
Twelve years old, got a blade
Stupid girl the pain will fade
Years of therapy won't help me
kill.me.kill.me
Jesse dear I love you
Do anything on your cue
Your lil slut, how your harsh words cut
cheat.you.cheat.you
Thirteen now his nails fierce
My secret skin he did pierce
Would-be lover, mother fucker
hate.you.hate.you
Waiting just one more year
Another catch his fists to fear
Cries as he hits, nails in my wrists
bruise.me.bruise.me
I was born into it
Men who hurt and men who hit
The ones I chose have a short fuse
fuck.you.fuck.you
Two years without an asshole
Think I'm over that old role
But girl it's lonely being free
just.me.just.me
Here he comes, Mr. Right
Love without hatred's bite
For two years I live without tears
watch.you.watch.you
Here it is, the goodbye
Wedding plans and love aside
Please tenshi baby don't leave me
leave.me.leave.me
But wait, he's not all gone
He left something living on
Growin in me a little baby
in.me.in.me
Alone now, gotta chose
Future or a life to lose
Can I destroy her like a toy
dear.you.dear.you
I was born into it
Ev'rything I love turns to shit
Love of my life, would be your wife
fuck.you.fuck.you
Another asshole here
Kiss me screw me for a fee
Give me his kiss, then his fists
hit.me.hit.me
Kitchen knife and my rage
Trap him like a scarlet cage
Sour vengeance makes perfect sense
dare.you.dare.you
Now something new calls me
for once I have stopped falling
A promising melody
l o v e . y o u . l o v e . y o u
I was born into it
Maybe it's finally quit
Kiss me hold me filling me deep
l o v e . m e . l o v e . m e
Unnatural Babble
I had frozen myself in a personified void
The only emotion left was determination
Slowly building a fortress of fate for my daughter
Ensuring
Ensuring she would never lose
What I lost
I became a maternal machine, living for her sake
Weaving the illusion of happiness for those outside
The weaving hurt, the dyes poisoned my soul
I was left broken
Mauled by my own sense of duty
Monotony monotonous monotony became my cross
sanity eloping slowly as I slept
Suddenly on the road the odd sensation foreign to my limbs carressing the miles
Familiarity ahead, Family ahead, insanity crouching just a mile back
Gravel, asphalt, concrete
The road was my savior
Writhe
DO NOT READ FURTHER IF: You are under the age of 13, You don't like the words Nipple, Nub, Writhe, Clench, Ride, Seize, Whimper; You are in an area where talking about sex is illegal cuz your government SUCKS, You're a whiney catholic who can't stand to hear about people who have a good time... et cetera.
A sillouhette in vinyl and chains
I keep my rope and crop nearby
I take my pleasures with my pains
My lust increases with the knots you tie
Quickly remove my boots and dress
Tear the fabric that keeps you out
My swollen nub you harshly press
The cold nipple clamps make me cry out loud
A handful of hair, three quick smacks
Your warm grunting breath on my reddening skin
I whimper and shrink away from the wax
Your eyes are on fire, my patience is thin
I plead and beg for the sweet release
The wet throbbing heat too much to stand
And yet you continue to touch and tease
I want you in me, I need more than your hand
Calloused fingers shove my legs apart
You pause a moment to watch me quake
A brutal thrust, spearing in my secret heart
Every nerve in our bodies alive and awake
Slow but ruthless, invaded and filled
My nails in the rope, my teeth in your wrist
Stiffening under you, then starting to wilt
The silky walls clenching you, hands in fists
My legs wrap around you, holding you inside
Writhing in climax as you start to shake
Eyes closing as your slave you ride
your own pleasure you can no longer forsake
A final slamming thrust and you release
I've been a good girl, you growl in my ear
My warm embrace gives it one last seize
Now we rest, in your arms nothing to fear
To think, you lay naked by my side
A crop in one hand, the bed all wet
You just can't judge from the outside
I could have swore you timid and quiet
Okay, this is the first draft, but I kinda like the flow throughout most of it.