AuroraMore Like This
Windows of love and hate
fill your twisted soul, as
your glass eyes spill over
with your translucent blood.
And your misery pours out
of your masochist wounds with
strips that lacerate your
Your marionette strings
grow taunt as you
try to run off stage.
You poor little puppet,
you bird with clipped wings.
Your song has contorted to
the howl of devil hounds.
Scratching voices echo silently
inside your spiraled mind.
Sending cascading diamonds
of thought and memory
into the glittering black.
Smashed and crushed in
soft padded emptiness...
Only to be drawn in with chains.
Trapped in your solitude,
sneering pictures of peace
and happiness pass by your
silver picturesque mind.
Your rosy face rips away
the loop tied around an
ivy trellis of needles.
Can you find no way
out from this tortured,
wavering light? Is there
no escape for your
Picasso soul? You quiver
on the edge of jackbladed
dreams. Plastic faced lies
choke out your reality
and beat down your thorny
schedule. Eyes dr
HuntersYesterday I foundMore Like This
a day before I was ever lost
then when I was bound
I paid the eternal cost
torture does not cover the words
the feelings I have acquired
Things happen and we cannot stop
or change what is burned in the internal fire.
Run little innocent girl, run!
They chase and yearn for your murder
listen to the groaning moans
their undesiphered murmers
they are hunters
FlameA flame, a single tiny flameMore Like This
A flame of a candle shining in my window frame
All the rest of the house is dark;
but I have a single flame.
A flame, a single, warm, yet tiny flame
a flame to cherish, a flame to clame
a Flame that's mine forever more,
A flame to brighten up the opening of my door
a single tiny flame
EscapeI've thought of the blunder.More Like This
And I refuse to fall a sunder.
To the embers I will surrender, my flesh aching so tenderly.
I can't begin to breathe through the smoke.
The words that strike the shame.
All of which are bound to the same ignorance.
All that hides behind the claims of innocence.
The independence from rational thought.
So you brought.
All the things that caught us in the dark.
So don't start.
I'm not the target anymore.
I'll be gone, out that door.
Just give me a few more nights.
For the fight.
I'll need some sight of the road ahead.
So don't think you can take me away instead.
All the remnants of this place.
I'll lose myself in some other space.
Where the souls don't taste so rotten.
So completely understood.
All to hide their writhing.
They're writing, their conniving.
Their pure corruptive glance.
That chains you to your spot.
DreamThe morning light poured through the mesh silken curtains hanging from the silver rods across the door that led to my balcony, which overlooked the kingdom, my fathers kingdom, of Isshimiah.More Like This
I lay in my pouf of a bed that sported down blankets of Indian silk and sheets of Egyptian cotton, reminiscing over last nights sweetest dream, the dream that had been following me for the last three full moons. I opened my thick lashed eyes and leaned upwards to stretch my sleep glazed body, looking around my living area to see that none of my servants were in position. Every thing had been left as it had the night before. I ran my hand through my straight long hair, shaking lose the tangles that the night had drawn upon the dark brown silken strands, and then pulled it into a lose knot that somehow accentuated the sun stained blonde ends. After gracefully slinking my fingers through the sad excuse of a knot, I pulled my fragile legs from the mass of blankets and
Fall, Double.Fourth eye open.More Like This
Third already blind.
Sixth sense inside.
And the twelfth reminder.
Twenty-five and I'm fading.
Twenty-four 'til I'm gone.
Forty-nine was the message.
Forthy-eight and I still don't get it.
Ninety-seven nights still left to go.
Ninety-six and I'm still awake.
One-hundred and ninety-three steps left to take.
Self-afflictionWhen will I remember?More Like This
Will it be soon?
Memories taking turns.
I open my eyes.
And I think I'm still alive.
Just mild torture.
I sit by and silently mouth
"How long 'til I know?"
But the thoughts never slow.
Where does truth begin?
Will the fallacies ever end?
I focus on the brightside.
But the blindside sucked me in.
I can't help that I've stolen, lied and sinned.
But my memory never ends.
I sit and beg the question.
Hypocrit of my own invention.
Slowed by jealous infractions.
Sanction me to my escape.
I'll be the hero.
Just give me a mask and cape.
I don't mean to split hairs, only skin.
I'll let it flow 'til the credits read "fin."
The negative exposure.
It might just be taking me over.
So please take a step aside,
I need a place to hide,
And I think your bed'll do just fine.
If you give me a kiss goodnight,
I'll be ready for the fright inside my head.
As I sleep, I wander and wake.
Your voice echoes everything you've said,
Live or die?Ask yourselfMore Like This
Live or die?
Stay with love?
Stay with lies?
Or escape to unknown
Maybe see how much you'll have grown
Rain soflty falling on your skin
A final escape
From pain and sin
A symphony, music so soft
Or silence, solitude
Never born aloft
Red moon in your eyes
Or to fly forever...
A cool breeze blowing back her hair
A final trip for those who dare
The warmth and scent of her smooth skin
A chance to regroup with long fallen kin
Just one more glimpse
Of her deep amber eyes
To never hears sorrow
To never hears cries
I'm not yet ready to leave...