I've known you forever yet i barely even know you When i think of you, your face falls between the lines I dance right past you around you, in front of you but never with you. Who are you? Your shadow lingers above me daily but i never really see your face Your eyes are blue, your hair is gold, but i cant even see you Vacant like an empty lot, your eyes hold no light Your smile so cold, your fists wound tight What are you running from are you afraid of the unknown? trying to control every move you make every second your about to break who are you? Your bottle is drained, and the glass so scratched I rarely peer into your world anymore You lock your doors, you shut your blinds my hands are too bruised from knocking to try Your spirit seems faded and your voice numb Shut off, shut down, run away run A machine that never stops, a soul so lost You drip with despair, but your to broken too care Who are you?
Your seething eyes manipulate me Dressed in black, licking your crimson lips My shield of protection falls, i let the darkness in again Your hidden anguish captures me, for i remember it so well The destructive nature of your comfort seduces me like heroin I need it, i want it, i must have my fix of you. Your soft yet jagged features excite my senses. The venom from your mouth seeps through my veins You slither your way through me and swallow me whole I scream inside with agony, for i regret my mistake I feel my insides churn with disease while you pulsate yourself through me Your red eyes glowing, your black hair wet, you possess me again, Fucking me Fucking me dry The emotional violence sends daggers through my stomach My bones ache and my blood thickens The intensity heightens and you finally stop Emptiness penetrates me deeply While the wind blows, you swiftly disappear Your quick and enticing ways i remember all too well I sit in the quiet for my mind is at war your vampirish ways overpowered me again and I shun myself for letting you suck my soul.
When butterflies spread their wings and when the sun kisses the earth, i am eternally with you forever.
Take me out of time, hold it still, lets run through the streets like children in Brazil. Our fingers in peace signs, young eyes restless but free, we will keep on going till the land meets the sea.
Where are we going, where are we coming, the time is endless, so lets never stop running. Moving is freedom, freedom is peace, peace is within where time does not cease.
Lets jump rope for hours, fly kites in the sky, it all fades so fast in one blink of an eye Dont look back, keep on going, enjoy this moment and forget about knowing. Eternity is ours, we are the kings and queens of our land, high and mighty we sit on our thrones, and raise our hands.
The shadows of the afternoon come, the day is almost done, time is unraveling, and our forevers are ending.
My naked body vulnerable but so very untouched Moist skin and pale fingertips Soft whispers and lonely glances Wandering eyes grace me softly Powder pillows are spread upon the white linen sheets Rose petals of orange and gold dance beneath the stems My eye lashes are speaking another language while i unstrap my shoes The warmth, the sweet aroma of your lips The glow of your cheeks, the dew so fresh Trembling bodies, a release of passion Breathing heavy and holding tight My fingers dent your skin my breath swirls inside your mouth Gentle and erotic Your eyes speak and my gasps plead Our bodies intertwined Enclosing me deeply, urgently The petals fall and the morning comes. Awakened by your soft breath Your strong hold around my naked body which has now been very touched.
Days go by I'm hypnotized tiptoeing down my tightrope of lies. Wearing my red nose, face painted white, clowning about in my circus of the night.
Dark shadows dance upon the tent, laughs of cowardly mouths opened to repent. People watch with glaring eyes, at the darkness that falls dead with cries. Cries of illusions, cries of pain, cries of mirror images, a crowd that cannot be contained.
Everything you see is just a circus in play, an act of the masks, a dance in the day. Nothing is true of what it appears to be, life in this tent is just a lie that your eyes are witnesses to see. The stripes of blue are a pigment of the imagination; the polka dot hats and the juggling acrobats are all just illusions of deceitful acts.
Walking down my tightrope of lies, I barely fall but somehow arise. I balance my way to the other side where the tightrope ends, rips, and flies. I hold on tight to the harness of my life. No one seems to notice me floating in midair, remember I am just a misimpression for people to come and stare. I finally release, I let myself go, red nose flies off, white face paint becomes unknown. The silly hats, the acrobats, the people watching in fright, are all just a vision of lies that come out deep within the misty night.
Im disintegrating behind these bars, shrinking in between these chains. I can not bare it any longer, inside this body in which i am contained. I feel betrayed by the world, forgotten by God, forsaken by my souls truth, for it is all just a facade. I am suffocating while the clock ticks, the days drag and the months thick. The glass box in which i peer out, everyones lives seem like bliss. I sit waiting in the unknown, fading in and out of life, dazed and alone. I Hopelessly wait for a way out to be shown. I am barely here, unable to grasp the bars which force me in, im slowly fading and my light is dying deep within. In this cellar where i weep joy seems so scarce, the walls are cold, empty and bare, my heart aches, i say a prayer. Please dear Lord forgive me for whatever i have done, please allow me to live again please allow the light to come, please dont forget about me for am i your child too, allow me to run with desire, twirl with freedom, and laugh again with you. The sun shines brightly for i do not see it, the world is dancing but im no longer in it.
These are poems that have been written over a stretch of two years, during a time of terrible hardship and illness. They are poems, letters to God, and written mementos of sorrow, pain, joy, relief, and love. Maybe even one or two of them will be words of your own heart. . . .
The cage of dreams that haven't quite taken flight yet...