Thursday, November 13, 2008

I plunge in deep, pushing in hard,
An irony so beautiful that befit an old senile bard.
I feel your wetness and i breathe in that scent,
So soft, so sinuous, so easily to it am i bent.

I feel the pulse, the beat of elation,
The free overtaking of fear, no subject to ration.
I lose myself in the beauty of your body,
so soft the touch of one so haughty.

I growl in pleasure, let out suppressed moans,
I pull out to plunge in again, enticed by your stifled groans.
My nails brush on your heart, something so fragile that owns,
madness engulfs, i thrust in to your bones.

I watch you shudder and lay still,
The gush of wetness, my cupped hands do fill.
I wish you would have understood,
Maybe then now you wouldn't be a part of the sensuous dead.

Thud...Thud...

Thud...Thud...

I prick my skin ,

feel the blood flow thick yet thin.
can you feel my pain?
after all this time, can you tell what i think?

my heart so heavy, words suppressed,
the grief so real, all pretense undressed.
the beats of my heart break rhythm,
i wonder if you feel the unrest.

there is no dramatized cry of pain,
no tears of wanting, no feelings spent in vain.
a coldness so alien, yet so very mine,
a person i know, different behind the line.

No longer i know what i need,
not now, i dont really know how you feel.
i wish you would come and try to heal,
do me this loving deed.

Against all i still wait for you,
wanting, watching, stopping my heart from going blue.
hurry back, for i dont what may happen to me and you,
im waiting, missing you.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Insanity Bite

Insanity Bite

Through the night into the morn,

all day long, all thats right will be wrong.
to shut us up they will sing,
scream and kill , madness it will bring.

I hate you, you hate me,
i point the finger, you eat me.
strain your eyes in the pitch black and see,
all thats right is wrong to be.

mess with my mind and yours is set,
dry day and you will be soaking wet.
do u understand what criteria was met?
i cut my heart and your soul is whet.

this rhyme is good, a cure for me,
insanity rains on my heart, wild and free.
reach for me and feel its will,
help me stalk, be my kill.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Smile

The wind, it blows, its gentleness be fierce,
a tender rush or hurtful sting.
i try to walk, head up high,
burning eyes bring fourth a cry.

I do keep walking, straight on through,
my eyes are red, the tears do blind.
i wonder if it hurt at all,
doest it feel ugly and small?

this hurtful wind reminds me of u,
of how, once u were gentle too.
i see the gate and break into a run,
hurting, screaming, wanting to be held by u.

i see them coming, smiles as wide as can be,
i dive behind a bush, pray they dont see.
slowly,slyly a hand is slipped,
gently firmly, it is gripped.

my ears are ringing, a crack is heard,
my hand so heavy, falls to my side, dead.
i get up to walk away, i hear a scream,
there is a smile, mine or hers?

My Blood And Me

Flowing away on its way,
unbothered by the hands of time.
no longer a part of what it used to be,
faster now, seeping out from me.

without it there are no ties,
neither mine nor to the cries.
lost on its path to glory,
this is just an unheard story.

i never cared, when u were there,
now i see you everywhere.
is this your love for me, or is this hate?
the infinite binding that does break.

you were mine, me still yours,
without you there be no ours.
the distance grows, u go away,
standing here with weakening knees , i sway.

you cant be back, cuz i'l be gone,
what was there, now undone.
forever were we meant to be,
just the two of us, my blood and me.

Moving Away

I reach across the empty fields of blackness,
over the stretches of my mind.
reaching out to grab hold,
but further away you have gone.

i strain my neck and stretch my arms,
im trying hard to get back with you.
my mind is ringing with these little alarms,
i wonder if i will break into pieces too.

they say that people move apart,
they say that everything will fade to dark.
im standing here watching u, going away, so far.
my thoughts revolving around our spark.

if you go so far, will u be back?
if you do, will i be gone?
i hope we dont lose sight of us,
i wonder if we may end in dust?

Monday, April 28, 2008

Back

I write again, its bout time,
I hold the pen,i am scared.
I wonder if i'l be fine,
A thumping heart,so full of dread.

I start and stop, my hands are shaking,
I feel the old me awaking.
I open my arms to welcome you back,
Write once more, there is nothing you lack.

I rite for me, more than you,
My head is screaming, it is true.
But who am i to lie to you?
I rite to try and give back what is due.

To all my friends and those to be,
I once stopped to rite, leaving this empty.
To all of u and to you too,
I'm back to bug your life for good.