Black fires paralyzed their eyes.
Their presence there disturbed none,
a simple change in the wind.
He cringed into a small corner,
face spurted with dark mud.
These chills questioned no one,
Left to do fiery business.
The odd mist on the ground ignored.
Sunken eyes watched like vultures.
Continue on with normal life,
the village knew not what to come.
His precious small hands twiddled,
Their childlike nature conceived.
The moon hung like a menace,
and He struck with vigor.
Black fires paralyzed their eyes.
Young Destruction
This Is Love
And there it was found.
A once strangled hope cried out,
I now know I cannot live without;
For from your eyes spirits sprout,
What else is there to write about?
Chocolate eyes match molten hair,
Captured in a clutch so unfair;
A more than innocent affair,
Nothing there was to prepare.
Heat rose with the sun rays,
Let me say and rephrase;
Your hot touch set me ablaze,
To continue on with our cliches.
Our bodies fit perfectly together,
You took my soul and put on tether;
I knew your heart I did prefer,
Unfinished was what we were.
Then we found each other at last,
We must forget the bad times passed;
So that happiness will not contrast,
I will do anything for us to surpass.
What is love if not this,
from abyss to certain bliss?
Who is sure if it even exists,
left me with a chocolate kiss.
What is happiness if not you,
our souls entwined to pursue?
These lives to be born anew,
the old ones left rather askew.
This is true love, don’t be scared,
To get through the fights in flared;
With only love left to be shared,
And can or will it n’er be compared.
…
One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
A Cripples Cry
Just some thoughts, rushed out of me. Not meant to be poetic or anything, just meant to be said. Will anybody listen?
Sitting in these walls as the cold dank follows up through me,
Where have you scampered off to in these nights?
Forcing coughs to the back of your throat with lies-
-Missing all but this lonely mistress bellowing hopes.
I am phasing through this life with little imprints
(My feet too small to matter anyway),
Here as I hork up all the ideas nailed on board,
Are you seriously worried because it doesn’t seem so.
Are you really INTO saving anybody, saving me?
Lets just go get pyschedelic, no harm there…
lets just go get pyschedelic.
I can’t handle it anymore…
the coke is FUCKING up my nostrils.
The late nights are fucking up my sleep cycles.
How many tears I’ve cried are fucking up my brain.
All the acid, shrooms, they’re screwing with my perspective.
My emotions are being tampered with by YOU
(Whereas my freedom is ruined by your weed).
Pills? Mmm…that’ll stop the pain of thinking for a while.
perfect-o.
Silent sleepers slumber slowly saunter…
you get the point.
Fuck! Everybody gets THE point, where’s MY point?
Creaseeeee.
I feel like I’ve finally snapped here, alone in your basement.
Destined to be alone.
“Why would I settle for you?”
I remember those words.
I remember you.
Oh, you.
You were beautiful and homely,
My stolen angel and porcelin piano keys.
What happened to your sweet kisses and gentle hands?
You used to love me so much…
Why can’t I hold you close now, when I need you?
Where have you gotten lost this time…
I tried to save you from yourself,
The others stole you away before I could.
I wish I could turn back time so I could try HARDER
I did try my hardest though, didn’t I?
Jesus I need you back, I need your scent and smile in my life.
Those pink lips on burnt skin that knew me so well.
I know you were so in love too, I felt it.
What scared you away so quickly? My love, come;
There is an island that I want you to see,
Do you remember it, it was once yours for me?
Just please come back to me. Come back to the world. Come back.
This has nothing to do with anything.
Or does it? Did you cripple me, or did I…or did He…
Crash, crash, crash, etc.
Hah, it says TURBO on this page.
REMEMBER WHAT THAT MEANT?
of course you do. Maybe that’s what scared you of.
Now I’m just cold. Cold. Cold. Cold.
(and I’m curious of my mental acquisations).
My Yellow Post-It
…all these mistakes, jumbled and washed up on shore
feelings of apathy take down the need for rescue.
When will it come apparent to everybody else here-
that there simply is no escape anymore?
Diluted glasses of happiness reflect through headaches,
We always ask ourselves answers instead of questions.
I forgot what words I wanted to speak to you
(Not really, I was too nervous that I might muck things up again)
I try to ensure things inside of myself, most of them stay.
I just need a little reminder, a yellow post-it note..
stick it to the corner of my computer screen!
Perfect, now I’ll always know.
Sometimes post-it notes dry up and fall off,
Will you be willing to stick it back on again?
I dearly hope so, your notes are the best ones yet
(they always work when I feel down).
You do so many things that make me smile,
Every time we’re together giddy works its way back to me.
Never forget that I love you and everything that you do,
Just please re-attach the post-it note when needed.
Thank you for these great weekends
(Smooched in between wretched weekdays),
Thank you for those great kisses
(from nipped up dry winter lips),
Thank you for smiling down at me
(When I can’t stop staring up),
Thank you for staying beside me
(Because that’s all I’ve ever wanted).
I look at these lights surrounding my window,
They remind me of how often you hit them at night;
When we’re laying in bed side-by-side,
I’ve never felt better.
Really, thank you, really and truly.
I hope you read this, but who knows?
It’s just I need to know you know I think this.
I love when somebody enjoys what’s in my thoughts.
*I think I’ve forgotten to say that I never doubt me or us, I know what’s real and what you feel. It’s just nice to hear nice things sometimes. I guess I’m just being what little girl I have left in me!*
P.S. To those this isn’t for who I know are reading it anyway…I can’t stand when you say those nice things to me anymore, it makes me feel terribly tempted and terrible…I only want to hear those things from him, not you. No offense. Okay, so now that I have successfully turned this into an inbox message I’m shutting up.
Sunspotted Romance
Rain pattered down my front,
This did not really matter,
His letter was tucked away-
-safe from the water drops.
Spent horus placing hearts,
everything done perfectly;
My pulse flushed by nerves,
What will he say?
Leaning on his bed,
Guitar strummed in my hand;
Words of praise fall forth,
Those lips dripped in his name.
Twiddling my thumbs outside,
The winter nips at my face;
Waiting for him to come here,
A surprise visit for two.
Pictures sketched slowly,
Hours spent practicing;
Just to see him smile,
Here his loving thanks.
Instead I lay forgotten,
Everything wasted now;
He grunted and walked away,
All my efforts dead.
I sit and hope,
Maybe he will care;
Maybe I’ll get a return,
Maybe he’ll sweep me.
I will wait forever,
For him to sweep me up;
Dote on my with love,
Maybe just one rose.
Maybe, just maybe…
To Someone Special
Dear You,
When darkness touched me long ago, you shed light on me.
At times of doubt you forced me to forget and to smile.
I used to also be at a loss of who I was, but you taught me that.
I have cried countless nights, and your arms hold me perfectly for the tears to flow.
No matter how many times I do you wrong, you are still right behind me.
No matter how many times I fuck myself up, you straighten me out again.
You have shown me that I can change this world all by myself,
You have shown me that I can kiss the sky so easily,
You have shown me that there is so much more to happiness than I knew.
You gave me true happiness.
When I need to smile, I come to you.
When I need to laugh, I come to you.
When I say everything is OK, you know better that it’s not.
In times of need you are always willing to give.
Obscurities scare me at night, so you blanket me from my fear.
When the time comes to face them, I know you will be holding my hand.
Years of trials have passed and this is what you’ve seen me through;
Death, growing, aging, maturing, laughing, fighting, crying, suicide, drugs, friendships, relationships, and everything else that has always been thrown at us.
At first glance you are in more need than I am, but still you always help me.
I never quite understood (and never will) how I ever got so lucky as to have you in my life.
You above all people can make me smile the largest
(You have also shown me that THAT is the most important thing in life)
Still till this day even when I cannot give you what you need, you keep giving to me,
How else can I say thank you for that? How else can I say I love you?
We have lasted the first seventeen years, what’s going to stop us for the next?
I truly love you and always will.
Adam, you were the one who ignited the fire that burns so bright in my soul.
Yours,
Mysty.
False Directions
Left.
It is all marsh here, your feet sink in
Eyes feast on the carcass before you,
Your heart races and soul lengthens,
Disgusted with your true nature yet?
Time ticked away with the sun here,
A place less tred upon by sanity-
-pulsations pass through open wires.
All is falling downward, go back.
Right.
A hill so heavy and high you fail
To grasp your feet at its tip,
Forever forced to look upwards
At the place you can never reach.
Depression finds and cuts you,
Bleeding out the good and white,
Fear is certainly undefined,
Left to reach and break to pieces.
Forward.
Doubt fills this glass rapidly
A fire burns so bright your blind,
Pain clouds every part of your mind,
Complexities surround you.
Backwards? You know there is no such way,
You cannot even bear to look there,
Cowardice overpowers this heart,
Your lost within the decisions of yourself.
