My palms and elbow scream
In the night.
On breath I'm stuck
Abreast your touch;
Naked, no armor,
It burnt my tongue
But more grew back.
It tainted my throat.
It seared my chords.
Strawberry Poison StillHe won't show you love
By pointing a gun to your lips.
I shoot to remember your favorite milkshake flavor is strawberry,
Just like your hair.
He doesn't give you faith by sharpening blades.
The cuts in you are so deep that they penetrate me,
But I will heal yours until they're dull,
If you can trust me.
You lie awake at night, crying,
While he sleeps with no shame,
But it's okay, my love!
I'm here to drag him away.
His lips looked soft,
But his tongue spewed poison,
And I want to kiss you,
Until I've sucked all the poison away.
But with every solution lies conjoined several problems-
Some with more issues than Cosmo or Lucky.
I can keep then gun from shooting your mouth;
I'm a shield
From which bullets split and ricochet,
So he'll keep firing bullets.
I can slice off his blades with my own quite sharp,
Until he's dull,
I can suck his poison from your berry lips,
But if my teeth graze yours,
Even for a moment,
I know my own poison will release...
And I might be worse
I See the Glass Full of Water and AirEmotions do not exist.
You may argue that you are elated,
That an event excited you,
But you are wrong.
You could argue that a half-full glass is better,
Try holding it up for more than a minute!
Hold the glass in your right hand
For a minute, a day, a week,
And you will disagree.
So, drop it.
Exhilarated, yes you are
About this cup so full,
But of what?
Is water the source of your happiness?
Without water will you wither?
But without air, will you prosper?
You must make room for more!
I am elated by my glass
Full approximately twenty seven and two thirds percent,
While I ship the rest in boxes to Africa.
My glass may not be full,
But I have made my “emotions”
Vacant of all events but those in my control.
This is how I “feel”,
Just as I walk, run, or fly across a street.
PassionYou found it in books,
And in music
So dark I can't believe you found it-
Something to hold onto.
Something tangible, something real.
It seeps through your lips
Like wine or sex,
And encompasses your being,
Until it is made new.
When you come across someone
Who chooses a song
And brings it to life-
Every word of every line-
When someone lets you reach out and
A lyric in the flesh...
You are captivated.
You told me once what I mean to you.
You've given your respect,
But passion is truly the greatest emotion one can feel.
With your desires, you make me crave with you.
I strive to feel the way you do.
I'm searching for the answers.
Why won't this work?
You don't have all the answers,
But that's okay,
Because you do have some,
And the ones you have
Are terrifyingly beautiful.
Yours are juxtaposed to mine in such a way
That mine resemble a garbage can- empty!
Empty of even the wrongs!
But our differences?
You push me to feel.
PirateHe has not seen the scar yet sunk in chest,
Two eyes doth change left, right, and here about,
And thus he fell to simple, haughty rest,
But not too near the X marked clear, no doubt.
I’m chained no more though darkness still resides,
Leave me in peace until the long day’s done.
And blood still lingers – by laws does not abide.
Don’t send me now to meet the Holy One.
I’ll search my home, my pockets completely,
She’ll find her soul behind the setting sun
And even when it’s all done repeatedly.
At twelve she’ll know with haste she’s really won.
No more does she need knight in shining tin;
She is herself, with patience running thin.
The Dying WolfChiseled in charcoal,
Capped in chimerical moss,
The wolf is still, hungry.
Calls out to the moon now caught,
Cornered by cat’s-eye stars.
Locks of AgesIf you would put the key inside the lock,
My fortune’s seen, unrest in belated stock.
Eyes green and moldy cannot yet suffice
For true love’s kisses to meet now, and twice.
Candle-lit and steamed for two-three-four years past,
Not one to cross the borders from pink cast.
Brains do wander like clouds from setting sun,
Unleash the beast! Four days, we are quite done.