Tell Myself

October 26 08

Tears dropping, rippling,
In opaque seen pond beneath the fog,
Marsh strands whisper above the cloud,
Coming forth like first soldiers on a field.

Air is heavily, crowding,
I push back the curtain of it's pearl dew,
Only to meet more as they attack my skin,
Staying on my agonized lips sighing again.

Love is enclosing, demanding,
And I push back against without realizing it,
Leaning away, again, knowing the mistaking,
Lies in my head coming forth as forced truth.

Tears dropping, rippling,
After or before I've made my choice anew,
This wall created against the outside fear,
Or rather, a wall of fear I created in control.

Against hopes hoping,
Like false hopes dipping in illusive appeal,

In Responce of Your Question

October 19, 08

Till time done apart stitches,
Draining the rainbow half full,
No colour will be justly dull,
If your eyes stay awide open

Don't weep with eyes closed,
Lick the salt from the wound,
The drought ends ever soon,
Parched throats can drink fire.

Burn aging phoenix take your ash,
To the fountains in your grave,
A baby cries inaudibly your name,
And the cycle ends with the butterfly.

Whirpool Effect

October 15, 08

Beguiled by the myriad of leaves in the oval eye
Spectrum of unfolding sheets dripping in dye,
If words became breath and raced along your skin,
Would you give eternity to infinite feeling?

Practitioners taking your breath as medicine,
Injecting what-not to foam underneath your skin,
Watch your skin mock your own flaunting dance,
Will you take away eternity -for infinite feeling?

Irresistible like the needing of spring after winter,
Cutting daisy flowers for each step of your saunter,
Forgetting the burnt crisp ground from your heels,
You'll take me to eternity; then to infinity.

Haunt Me

October 6, 08
Very Poorly Written.

Uncoil heaven's innocence,
For I've been raped and I'm-
Not beautiful anymore or was.
Bleak shadows haunt my smile,
Knowing taints their seen tuition
Of me.
I'm wrong and everything hated.

Unleash heaven's pain upon me,
For I prefer the crucified tears,
Only to wet my lips with as I paint-
It with my finger tips and nails.
My convergence within myself,
Skirts them.
Because they know I like how I am.

Rain upon me hell's own flames,
As it licks my skin wrapping me in-
A burning ember robe of self haunting
Beaten as I am in mind by my own,
Lived through and through again,
Too much.
Of everything nobody wants to see.

By my shadows, I was told I'm nothing.
And I believed it.
I'm not beautiful anymore the rose tells me.