because of you
screaming kicking yelling
why can't you just keep your
words that so easily come
from you mouth like rain
so easily said
so easily broken
small as this may
seem to you and yours
ever important to me
I am sure
for you are simply too good
my heart aches with my love for you!
now you are here
heat seared lungs exhale
long breaths on inner thighs
insatiable kisses on heaving chests
keeping quiet so no one hears
I hand over all control
How did I know it would come to this?
It was only a matter of time.
There is only so much I could take
of your eyes boring into mine so deep.
But my thirst is not yet quenched.
things you've lost
I've already made my move
made my mind up
Yet somethings not right here
I hear the quiver in your voice
The reluctant touch
The space between us
that you promised not to create
That sad, sad look in your eyes
covered masterfully
But I know
I know every move
because I use and
abuse those moves myself
"With insomnia, nothing is real.
Everything is far away. Everything
is a copy of a copy of a copy." ~Jack, Fight Club
I try desreprately to sleep
normal to others, yet so illusive to me
my own body conspires against me
legs shift, brain shakes,
eyes won't be still, as much as I want them to be
life has become blurry
things, not so real
hands shake
mind is blank
all I think of is sleep
In a place where
revolution is lost to reaction
where
we talk and never say a thing
where
lost arts and lost words
are now only objects of obsession
in a place where
touch is lost to technology
where
faces are faceless
where
there is unlimited knowledge
but no wisdom
In a word: failure
where is th touch, the wise, and more importantly
the you?
Have we failed?
- Mood:
anxious
To revitalize it all is draining
"Difficult child" is what the said of me
To different to do anything with
They didn't know how to talk to me
How to handle me
So they left me alone
Problem child, opinionated
never knew when to shut up
And when to open up
or when to let it go
So they left me alone
So I found my own way
Alone
come to me, my friend
because friends become lovers
and then turn back to friends
let me feel
your breath on my neck
your hands blister my hips
with a heat rarely felt
perfect pressure
perfect passion
come as my lover
leave as my friend
It is for the best
Forget not
to keep me still
in arms reach
because
Too far is
much too far
just as close
is much too close
break the mirror
into a thousand shards
but keep them in your pocket
just in case
to create unique
To change the minds
To sway the moods
To make oneself
into something NO one
has ever seen
So here you are
Prideful, different
only to find out
that you are now
painfully and unusually
tragically unique
and alone.
turned coy looks
into stars
tiny explosions
of fire and gas
and light
that no one else
seems to notice
so far away
distant and cold
to them
but not to me
and not to us
life is but a
constant stream
of such explosions
and I hold
them all so dear
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