~Remember~
I saw the blinding descent of the sun
turning my eyes and my World flaming bronze
You insisted you saw glittering silver snowflakes
Tumbling through the velvet darkness
Drifting snow and copper glow
Tell me, do you know me?
I have seen you
In lives lived past
Tell me you remember me
I saw furious black clouds tumbling over one another
Spilling curtains of hot rain
You insisted once more
Of icicles and thick, powdered snow
As far as our eyes can see like a glittering sheet
Please say you remember
Tell me, with your eyes like a lake of ice and sparkling like the snow
Tell me, do you remember me?
I remember you.
I’ve felt you missing from my soul
I’ve seen you waiting in my dreams
Watching from your castle tower high beyond the drifting snow
Your shadow cast in silver by the looming, brilliant moon
I saw it raining, warm , salted tears of mine
I saw you catch them
And throw them to the indigo sky
Stars, they became, silver, shimmering lights
Yes, you agree
It was snow and rain and burning Sun
As it set behind a dune of ancient sands
All these things and more, you tell me
You remember us seeing together
I remember you
You smile. Yes, you do remember me.
Heartbox/Darlingheart
I saw the blinding descent of the sun
turning my eyes and my World flaming bronze
You insisted you saw glittering silver snowflakes
Tumbling through the velvet darkness
Drifting snow and copper glow
Tell me, do you know me?
I have seen you
In lives lived past
Tell me you remember me
I saw furious black clouds tumbling over one another
Spilling curtains of hot rain
You insisted once more
Of icicles and thick, powdered snow
As far as our eyes can see like a glittering sheet
Please say you remember
Tell me, with your eyes like a lake of ice and sparkling like the snow
Tell me, do you remember me?
I remember you.
I’ve felt you missing from my soul
I’ve seen you waiting in my dreams
Watching from your castle tower high beyond the drifting snow
Your shadow cast in silver by the looming, brilliant moon
I saw it raining, warm , salted tears of mine
I saw you catch them
And throw them to the indigo sky
Stars, they became, silver, shimmering lights
Yes, you agree
It was snow and rain and burning Sun
As it set behind a dune of ancient sands
All these things and more, you tell me
You remember us seeing together
I remember you
You smile. Yes, you do remember me.
Heartbox/Darlingheart
I have a box
Locked up shut tight
It lets in the dark and
Squeezes out the light
It holds my Heart both day and night
Fear not, DarlingHeart
All ends have a start
*~ <3
~MINE~
He told me to rip my beating heart from my own chest and place it in his hands.
And I did.
He is my drug of choice, the addiction that seizes my breathing within my lungs.
He is my God and my endless legion of Gods.
My blood forged Idol I built up and formed within my soul, with my own hands, my own voice, my own stubborn, relentless force of will.
He is my created Evil. My own Monster who’s iron gates I never intended to lock. The razor I allowed to be embedded in my heart that slices with each beat.
He is Mine.
But He was never Mine.
He is the poison near my lips I crave. The tempestic waters I step into just to drown myself over and over.
He is where I will land when I finally step off and let myself fall…
And He is the edge I stand on.
If I let Him go…He won’t be Mine.
If I let Him go…who will I be? Who was I before Him? Where will I go? Will I remember how to breathe? Think, Feel, Speak, Dream without Him?
He is Mine because I call Him Mine…my Heart knows I lie. My soul knows I lie. I gave Him the words, even, to repeat My lie, whisper it to me. Just let me believe it for a while. Just for now.
Let Me just believe Him Mine.
~Just~
Walk, Run, Trip, Fall…
Just
Get To Me
Talk, Yell, Sigh, Moan…
Just
Speak To Me
Kiss, Lick, Bite, Scratch…
Just
Touch Me
Writhe, Twist, Turn, Arch…
Just
Make Me Move
Inhale, Catch Your Breath, Exhale…
Just
Feel Me.
~Maybe~
Maybe we have unfinished business, maybe its just because we’ve been there already so why beat around the bush now, maybe because the first time we wasted no time, all these years later maybe it still feels that’s what we need to do, want to do. Whose rules do we need to go by approaching it any other way? It obviously went where it went as quickly as it did almost on its own and neither of us rejected it or put the brakes on it.
Maybe for two decades something needed to be finished. Maybe its simply that who we were then is still part of who we are now; we are just picking up where we left off because that’s what we do, that’s who we are. Fuck the haters. Fuck the lovers. Maybe it’s just our time to go. Finish it. Start it. Fuck it.
Maybe it’s too complicated. Maybe we should open the hand holding that fist of sand and let it trickle, swirl, crash away.
Maybe it’s not complicated at all. And the eye of time will blink and we’ll be gone from existence anyway, swirling dust and nothing more, shadows bleeding out then away, then part of the consuming darkness, pulled into it, becoming absolute nothingness within absolute nothing. Maybe we want only to control our own absolution. Forcing movement, or maybe the touching of flesh will suspend it, letting us have that breath intertwined, time none the wiser, uninterrupted.
With that displaced intention, I place you as my sinful Idol made of flesh, beating heart and kindred soul. Your fingers interlock with mine; pulling me close to you so I can feel your heated skin, your breath against my neck, my cheek, warming my smile, cold from the outside.
The flesh is our altar, your taste my communion, the baptism our ecstatic crescendo, leaving us newly christened dripping in our consorted, steaming sweat and cum.
~Fake~
I will continue to force the same smile. Spit the same bland words, make the same endless motions…
What goes on inside, underneath, is nothing like you see, or want to see.
If I looked on the outside the way I feel on the inside, I would be nothing less than horrifying.
Every day.
I live this false portrait.
Its okay, its mine.
I have made myself comfortable in it.
Pretending, Faking…is so much easier than explaining.
Locked up shut tight
It lets in the dark and
Squeezes out the light
It holds my Heart both day and night
Fear not, DarlingHeart
All ends have a start
*~ <3
~MINE~
He told me to rip my beating heart from my own chest and place it in his hands.
And I did.
He is my drug of choice, the addiction that seizes my breathing within my lungs.
He is my God and my endless legion of Gods.
My blood forged Idol I built up and formed within my soul, with my own hands, my own voice, my own stubborn, relentless force of will.
He is my created Evil. My own Monster who’s iron gates I never intended to lock. The razor I allowed to be embedded in my heart that slices with each beat.
He is Mine.
But He was never Mine.
He is the poison near my lips I crave. The tempestic waters I step into just to drown myself over and over.
He is where I will land when I finally step off and let myself fall…
And He is the edge I stand on.
If I let Him go…He won’t be Mine.
If I let Him go…who will I be? Who was I before Him? Where will I go? Will I remember how to breathe? Think, Feel, Speak, Dream without Him?
He is Mine because I call Him Mine…my Heart knows I lie. My soul knows I lie. I gave Him the words, even, to repeat My lie, whisper it to me. Just let me believe it for a while. Just for now.
Let Me just believe Him Mine.
~Just~
Walk, Run, Trip, Fall…
Just
Get To Me
Talk, Yell, Sigh, Moan…
Just
Speak To Me
Kiss, Lick, Bite, Scratch…
Just
Touch Me
Writhe, Twist, Turn, Arch…
Just
Make Me Move
Inhale, Catch Your Breath, Exhale…
Just
Feel Me.
~Maybe~
Maybe we have unfinished business, maybe its just because we’ve been there already so why beat around the bush now, maybe because the first time we wasted no time, all these years later maybe it still feels that’s what we need to do, want to do. Whose rules do we need to go by approaching it any other way? It obviously went where it went as quickly as it did almost on its own and neither of us rejected it or put the brakes on it.
Maybe for two decades something needed to be finished. Maybe its simply that who we were then is still part of who we are now; we are just picking up where we left off because that’s what we do, that’s who we are. Fuck the haters. Fuck the lovers. Maybe it’s just our time to go. Finish it. Start it. Fuck it.
Maybe it’s too complicated. Maybe we should open the hand holding that fist of sand and let it trickle, swirl, crash away.
Maybe it’s not complicated at all. And the eye of time will blink and we’ll be gone from existence anyway, swirling dust and nothing more, shadows bleeding out then away, then part of the consuming darkness, pulled into it, becoming absolute nothingness within absolute nothing. Maybe we want only to control our own absolution. Forcing movement, or maybe the touching of flesh will suspend it, letting us have that breath intertwined, time none the wiser, uninterrupted.
With that displaced intention, I place you as my sinful Idol made of flesh, beating heart and kindred soul. Your fingers interlock with mine; pulling me close to you so I can feel your heated skin, your breath against my neck, my cheek, warming my smile, cold from the outside.
The flesh is our altar, your taste my communion, the baptism our ecstatic crescendo, leaving us newly christened dripping in our consorted, steaming sweat and cum.
~Fake~
I will continue to force the same smile. Spit the same bland words, make the same endless motions…
What goes on inside, underneath, is nothing like you see, or want to see.
If I looked on the outside the way I feel on the inside, I would be nothing less than horrifying.
Every day.
I live this false portrait.
Its okay, its mine.
I have made myself comfortable in it.
Pretending, Faking…is so much easier than explaining.
Writing Poetry/Prose vs Reading it; I’m a Hypocrite
November 12, 2009 at 3:24pm
I write a bunch of babble, calling some of it ‘prose’, some of it ‘poetry’ not really knowing what any of it is besides ‘My Writing’. So I write it somewhat expecting someone else will eventually read it, but do I read it (other people’s)?
I actually don’t like reading it. When I do, I’m incredibly picky about the Poetry/Prose I do read. I think most of it is either incomprehensible, and a good portion was actually meant to be written that way; or its just junk. So why do I write it and expect other people to read it?
I have no fucking idea.
That said; I apologize for wasting anyone’s time who was kind enough to read any of my blather and hated it.
I actually don’t like reading it. When I do, I’m incredibly picky about the Poetry/Prose I do read. I think most of it is either incomprehensible, and a good portion was actually meant to be written that way; or its just junk. So why do I write it and expect other people to read it?
I have no fucking idea.
That said; I apologize for wasting anyone’s time who was kind enough to read any of my blather and hated it.
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