Dazzle MeGo on dazzle me,Be who I see in my dreams,Make me fall in love.
Surrender.Let the white flag wave,Give in to your temptations,And never look back.
IntoxicatedVodka in my veins,Each sip drowns these emotions,And numbs memories.
Breathe.Just the thought of you,Sends chills down my spine.My heart races,Faster than my mind can think.My fists clench,My lips tremble.Frozen in fear,My body still.Please,Just allow me to Breathe.
The Eraser.It rubs against the page,Sweeping away the words,Slowly, the paper wears thin,And the words no longer fade,As the eraser disappears,The blackened words remain,Unable to be removed.
FireflyFlying through the sky,Your golden body glows bright,Lighting up the night.
MirageAllow me to say,You are beautiful.The way,Light reflects off your skin,The glistening depth of your eyes,Your gleaming hair bounces in the wind,And your smile lights up the world.If only, if only,You were more than a mirage.
The Power of WordsTo lose yourself in your words,Is to paint the emotions of being.To relieve the mind of confusion,Allowing the heart to float.Our muscles exhale their tensions,And the soul drifts into contentment.
Fire and Gasoline.Alone we are no more than dust,Begging for another out of lust,We're like fire and gasoline,Safe, when we don't intervene,Together, an intoxicated explosion,Our desire spreads faster than corrosion,Once aroused, we fade to ash,Never designed to mash.(c) Vogue
Being Human.We all need to feel loved....
Come To MeI love youYou can't stand the sight of meRepulsion lurks in your eyesMy voiceResonating within youMakes your skin crawlMy eyesEnsnare your heart and mindLuring you to your demiseI love youCome to me, my darlingI shall be the end of you
remember the timewhen i felt sad and you weren't there.
BitterMy mood is as bitteras this coffee.Too strong andof bad seed.
A Warm Breath and Heated WordsSour sins slip from my lipsAnd tremble though my finger tipsSneaking out with every wordThe voice I hoped would go unheardThe voice of a friend and that of a foeIts lines drop like bombs and pile like snowTurning my world upside downWith every possessed and demented soundThat may initially sound as sweet as a birdBut mangle and change until they're softly slurredWe're really all monsters in a fresh pressed suitWho funnel our words to keep the truth mute
The degree below zeroThe unearthly silence fell upon us,heavy, stifling,tickling our bare skin like static.I felt the cold closing in on us,I felt its fangs tearing the flesh from our boneswhile we smiled innocently,pretending we didn't know something elsewas coming to life.So we pulled hair and bruised limbs,scraped thighs and bit chins,we held on tight but realizedthat love was not in the making.Not anymore.And I watched the change in him,too numb to be sad.I saw one last question die in his eyesas his body grew stiff against mine.I saw his mouth hardenand his fingers rest carelessly on his chest,shying away from my touch.I saw his mind drift away slowlyand his muscles twitch as he tried not to move.I did my best not to scream,and we did our best not to try.They say that the degree below zero is the coldestand that hearts are meant to be broken.I say frozen souls are to be shattered,and ours froze a long time ago.
SpeechlessWriting is my passion.It's what I do.It's who I am.I can weave words easily, without thinking.But when I think of you,I'mspeechless.
Strong and Independent.Whispers and mutters,Rumours and lies.Weak and distraught,As the old man dies.Lonely and fragile,Ignored and in pain.Sleepless and thoughtful,As he dies once again.Helpless he was,But strong at the time.Though weak at the end,His words still rhyme.Once his was a man,Twice he was in love.Now it's his turn to watch,Look over us from above.
PerfectionBeing perfect is impossible. But being imperfect, is perfect in itself.
Melancholy RosesMelancholyHow a single touchCan reap soulsAs the MelodyBegins to subsideWatching Mind & Body divideThe agony, accustomed to my eyesWishing to become happy againAs I turned into an empty shellTreating the living deadIs a waste of medicine
Silly me..I told myselfI wouldn't cryI wouldn't careBe hurtRun awayWhy am I lying to myself?It's getting me nowhereIf the true sets us all freeThen why does it lead to greater dispute?I keep telling myself lies to try to make my life easierWhat a silly thing for me to do...There is no easy way in lifeIf things happen.. Then I guess there's nothing I can doEven if those things end up breaking my heart
NightdanceWe danced like monsters:lurking shadows atop gravestones,long-limbed, and hungry.We were hips and stitched lips.Clinging widows to a dying mate.You held my hand, whispering,"Scream, BabyS c r e a mlets wake the dead."And in the end,we collapsedlike fallen soldiers.
Her Final PrayerNow I lay me down to rest,With layers of blood upon my wrist.I hope I die before I wake,Because I don't know how much more I can take.
RosesRosesofrosesofposiesofdaisieslay upon your gravewhy to crywhy to waityou still could not be saved
Dancing with DeathI dancedin the middle ofthe highwaytoday.I know, I know!It was dangerous-like playing with deathand his many friends.I apologize,but this...it's onlythe beginning.
TantrumsShe screamed.And screamed....and screamed,until their ears bled,and you could see each head aching,feel each heart breaking,just from watching.She screamed.And sobbed.And screamed,until it seemed she would never stop.Their skulls split,their eardrums popped.And finally,she stopped.
FifteenThe blushing crowsLand on my clothes.They tease my earsWith regrets and fears.So I supposeThis is how my life goes.Purples, blues, greens, yellows
It's something that I never chose.My eyes squeeze shut.Another cut.I mend and stitchThe holes and splitsThe ones I etchedAnd the ones you stretched.Six hundred pounds of fleshResting upon my chest.It's harder to catch my breath.I hope this is not my death.The worms withdrawWhile the vultures clawAnd begin to gnawAt my limbs of strawMy skin bursts openTo release words unspoken.Down the streetTires screamHeadlights creep.A young teenWants to sleep.Eyes squeezed shut.
Demons of the NightHidden in shadows, kept away from the lightAre the unknown enemies, the demons of the nightWho live on our fear and yet die from frightThese living contradictions, these demons of the nightDemons of the night who haunt us in our dreamsThey find the weakness in our psyche and tear at the seamsYet, they flow fast in our minds, like a river in the rainThey cause us so much misery, yet they themselves are in painHidden from the sun and the light of the moonBut the lights from their hearts, from that, they aren't immuneThey are predators, we are prey, and on us they leave their markBut, in a sense, they're just like us...so why are we scared of the dark?
RoseBeauty of a rose,Alas your petals deaden,Will thou still be loved?