Candy Coated

Choking on screams from the enemy,
she hardly breathes for it might alert
them to her appearance.

Ground-shattering illusions cloaked
with bittersweet memories will open
her eyes to their view.

Suddenly society will grab her
shake her, and tell her she's not real,
demand that she covers herself.

There will be heart-wrenching cries.
She'll disappear, and they will wonder
why she's covered in candy coated lies.

Monster

Lungs collapsed, 
I try to gasp in air
but there is nothing but lies around
and I choke.

Softly, scream,
because we can't breathe
in this destructive mess,
but we'll do our best.

I'll try to stay
on top of this monster,
but it will steal my sanity,
and I will lose my mind, soul, heart, and body.

There's nothing you can do but watch
as I tear myself apart,
and I'm sorry,
because we will shred to pieces,
and it is all because of me,
and this monster I fight.

Drunken Hate [M]

His fingers traced her thigh,
there was a shiver in response.
He wreaked of alcohol, her mind burned with the sight
of his eyes; they were high on things other than
natural life.


No resistance met his touch,
fear of beating fists too much for her to dare
try anything. Her mother always said she was a good girl.
Wicked smile crossed his face,
she wreaked of despise and fear.


Rolled over in bed, emptiness overtook her.
It was easier than the tears, though she was aware
every night like this one was a waste.
Her once beautiful face bruised and sunken
by hidden scars of drunken hate.

Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love
november 5th, 2011
A house sits on the hill
where the most treacherous paths lay.
It's hard to tell whether it's safe
or if there will be Hell to pay.

Unfortunate forbidden love
of a daughter of the Earth and son of God
tangos above the orange rooftops
of a village too small for secrets.

Church bell clangs to alert the masses
of the start of the service, the sermon
today will focus around sins of love,
while two members of the church endlessly fall.

Blurred

Blurred
october 31st, 2011


I find that giving up is once again
the easiest thing to do, tears strike
bone marrow, grating against raw skin.

Days in society shorten and come to an end,
the words ring out over ocean shores, 
"Goodbye, my friends."

Flying over head, there is a moon of white.
The sun is deceptive, shining right behind.
It's hard to see past the stars as a soul transcends.

Soon there shall be a coming of what once was.
The past will finally belong to everyone,
and all vibrant colors will no longer have their songs.

Voices tell ghost stories which weave and wave
through the closed doors of the two worlds,
and soon the line is blurred between who is living-
and who is dead.

Complex Rhythms

Complex Rhythms 
october 22nd, 2011


Not perfect, not okay.
Two broken songs with melodies lead astray.
The harmony is filled with dissonance,
and expressions take innocence.

Still the worst is yet to come.
The sun will be a dismal gray,
noises will be but an unsteady drum.
No hearts will beat as one.

Staccato rhythms loud and clear
strum through the streets, causing fear
and tears from what is next
in the chapter of the perplexed complex.

World That Cries

World That Cries
october 19th, 2011



There's an inability to function;
there's an instability in the brain,
a frightful fit competing for compunction,
the eyes are tearful, the mouth is strained.
And ears are beaten with silence,
while wind whistles through the air,
and though we hear screams of malice,
we choose to see that nothing's there.

Burnt Edges

Burnt Edges
october 4th, 2011


Profound tears and words to match,
the inside light, burnt out by ash.
Cost is all for a chance to live,
a "screw-up" is one-twenty-five to fix.
Sold to bidder number three,
call for a life without meaning.
The auctioneer ran out of air,
stifled hopes, dreams, despair.
Wrapped corners with perfect edges,
bring home smiles that show ragged ledges.

Tightrope

Tightrope
october 4th, 2011




Tightrope 
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net-less thoughts, 
web-trapped, haunted
by nights, tears, dark-
bound with lifeless, hanging straws,
caught inside internal brawls.
Sights obscured to only black-
careful now,
the tight rope cra
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lifeless mania

lifeless mania
september 25th, 2011

selfish manic-driven buzzing heartbeat racing
over the shelf, over the high noon sun and then
and then
and then
the words won't come right and the sentences
are sloppy and the best thing to do is to shut 
up but it's too hard, can't do that, can't do that
because thoughts are racing into denial, trying so hard
to avoid the slip, trip of the tongue, trick of the mind
speeding into the devoid strip of agonizing pain and tears,
lost on the highway at 294 miles per hour
soul lost, heart bound, body scarred
can't breathe,
lifeless.

Un-Reality

Un-Reality
september 2oth, 2011

You're unable to hear anything
frightening
black hole,
it is pitch dark
and there is no way out

spiraling 
out of reality
slipping into
something terrible,
something utterly unknown

beginning
to realize 
that the end is the beginning
and the beginning is the end

surreal
the way that
everything just sorta kinda almost really
slips away while
hands grip tug pull strain want

and then
there is just
nothing, whitish dark

Dangerous Playground

Dangerous Playground
september 18th, 2011

so I am not

good enough-

for you.

but I am only, just

a plaything

to be-

well, let's go with what your actions say-

abused.

though I am stronger

for what has transpired

and I only wish for you to tell me

all of your lying truths-

I won't beg of you to humor me

anymore.

there's this d i s t a n c e between us

and there's no way to fix it.

the end was reached so long ago
and we kept going, hoping we could-
fix it.

but we are bound to go our sep ara te ways.

it's like.

it's like.
september 13th, 2011

and it's like the ending
of endings
and all anyone can do is stop
and stand back and look
deeply

and it's like a new beginning
will never come
and all there is to say
are empty apologies because there's no
healing

and it's like life
to cover up the path with blinding
black to hide the pure
and all that's left
is to say goodbye

If It Dares

If It Dares
september 10th, 2011

If that hand will dare to touch
and take the air out of lungs,
then there are no regrets
and no heavy tongues.

If that beat will dare to love
and give the day to share,
then there are no promises
made that seem unfair.

And if that beat and hand will dare to intertwine,
then nothing will stop all of the hidden signs.

But Goodnight

But Goodnight
september 4th, 2011

All the words said-
were they a lie?
Tossin' and turnin'
round about at night,
because the answer
is constantly escaping our minds.

All the words said-
how much was meant?
Half of it true, half of it s***?
Those eyes can stop a heart,
trust me, I know-
but what I don't is were you just
putting on a show?

Sorry I was your actress
and if your main event let you down.
Guess we'll never know-
I'm not sticking around.

So, all the words said-
I still love you,
but goodnight.

And, You

And, You
august 25th, 2011

And, you slapped me across the face
mighty hard, though the bruise 
was left unseen.

And, you tried everything to find 
any submission that might lay inside
of a broken mind.

And, you make light of everything
and everyone that means
anything to you.

And, you swear one day you'll change
but not now, oh, never now,
no one's hand can force you.


And, you told me once that nothing
could keep you from what you wanted,
but I see the bars on your cage.

And, you try to bend them but you never
use your own hands to do so, and in result
they never break.

And, you remind me so much of a time
where I couldn't wait to die and all I can do
is mutter I'm sorry and hold your hand.

And, you, reflection of some odd piece
of work molded from the world,
I wonder how much of "you" is "me".