( I wrote this as an afterthought after I watched an ex-girlfriend writhe in unguessed agony at the nightmares she was having; she was later committed.)

Raindrop tears run on plastic cheeks
Her sunrise skin swims in satin black sheets
I cup my hands in the stream she weeps
To catch the dreams that flee like frightened beasts
I'll safely hold them while you sleep.


Silent screams erupt from painted lips
The night squints filtering what the moonlight drips
But she still shines like a pearl on your fingertips
It strips the soul to hear your muted shouts slip
I'll watch you recite your noiseless script


A tragedy is painted in small strokes, to later unveil a masterpiece of intricately woven, slowly crafted art; that even the slightest glance reminds you of how weak all these connections are.

This one is really good, maybe because I understand it very well, it is close to what I have experienced.

Just Something.
Once upon, whenever, it really doesn't matter
Because in fact it doesnt happen just once
But every moment I try to put in words
Could never capture how it was but
When you know and never have to be told
when all that glitters may not be gold
but is still worth more than anything you'll ever have
when she touches you with those hands
and you're a living sculpture under these feelings
It's just that something,
when she turns and looks without a choice
because she heard this voice,
and knew it was her man's.

Something thats not there

I run my tongue across your lips to taste your frightened desires
They're hanging like a dead man untouched for fear of disease
Gently entangled but fragile like an acrobat on a high wire
I stand with arms open, the net to your falling screams

Your nails dig into these shoulders as my breath stops in shock
fingers like shovels trying to uncover some beautiful treasure
But theres nothing wonderous in a chest that reveals nothing when unlocked
Its just the chest, decaying and weathered

Our eyes meet like an agreement to what you'll never know
because behind those blues are a yearning for a love with no hurt
Begging these greens to see what goes on behind the show
theres no depth to a dried up pool, the illusions the comfort

Damn you, I think you have a stalker from this time on.

heh, thank you for your compliment; you ever sit and wonder about the power of a compliment? i always think there completely underrated; you can completely brighten up a persons mood with a well placed one (which you did), so thanks for that.

No needs to thank me. I like your writings. I mostly stay out of the poetry forum, because I never found the right inspiration, but I do in you so far. Keep up

I'll Be Fine

You drop these wishes all over me like pennies in a water fountain
each one is a body in a mass grave that'll be covered and forgotten
Because i'm not the fucking messiah, but I am Atlas right now and
what about me, thanks for the support sugar,
I'll be Fine.
Your demands fly at me with such abandon, i'm wondering if their wants or weapons
no problem honey i'll take those bullets, no cares baby, i'm running into the fire as we speak
Because I am not Christ, but i'll sure as hell be crucified like him and
how does this all feel, hey....no problems doll
I'll be Fine.
Your orders are worse than Hitlers, and I am that soldier that had to join because i
happened to be a citizen there.
not a worry dearest, i hate your policies, but i am a slave to your divinity, i'll massacre the
innocent in your name
Because things like that make me an unwilling villain and
do you know what your doing.....hah, of course my love
I'll be Fine.

Superb! Bravo! Applauds!

*swoons*

*gets in line behind bella*

((i was out of it and went through a twisted breakup recently so be easy))

Only for a moment

I'll run on a twilight beach. Wondering where I am but knowing exactly where I'm at.
Knowing each moment was a leech. Keep running boy, if only the boy could go back.
Two feet find out how to walk again. Lost on each grain of sand, fleeing this written ending.
She wrote an injured story that doesnt mend. These tired legs go where they send me.
And only for a moment do i forget what we or "us" meant.
They say you'll never forget. Heels hurt reminding me that this isn't what its supposed to be.
Seconds lay as chips in a bet. "It'll take time" when time is not what i constantly see.
No one here for miles. Lost with the sound of these waves crashing with my dreams.
Skyscraper thoughts with abandoned building smiles. Was perfect as good as it seemed.
And only for a moment i'm sorry i was around for awhile.
So I see that water. Legs are giving like a handout.
I look harder. Because these moments are lost in a womans shout.
Go, whispers, go, hands, go, kisses, go, want, go, need, go, love,
Being a part to you isnt being a part of
Shed these clothes and run
Skin lizard scales shining in a black sun
This craziness is comfort
But only in this moment will i decide to jump.
I look up to the surface
Under a grave I'm digging because I'm too tired to swim
I see life here that I can't be a part of.
And only for a moment are you still a reason to live.

Untitled

A horror story with a happy ending
Fresh stitches on a sentimental scar
A nightmares wet dream
With bad tattoos stained on hollywood hopes
This torn up suit's been pressed and cleaned

A roach clutched in an infants hand
A withered womans motivation
Weathered by the rains
No lights on broadways sickly stroll
The boy now showers in novacaine

Garbage bag promises strewn in the yard
Half moon eyes on pieces of sidewalk
Scarlet teeth and violet veins
Catching a spider to let the flies stay
This bus stop lover left in a train

I hate this city

Were sleeved with no shirts. short skirts, tight jeans,prison terms,sex,drugs,shows,dealers, purses, wallets, makeup,hair,lights,camera, shoot.
And stay on main street.
Pity the dying but dont touch em. Bums with cheap liquor memories, Mom's of fourteen, grandmothers at twenty eight. Touch the girls but dont penetrate. Sometimes we love. sometimes we get killed a little young. your life is our dream, you can't make this up.
And stay on main street.
Sway little girl in your pale streetlight. run to the dungeons.
We're the walking movies, the front pages, the frantic phone call. Oh god if your mother finds out; would your father look for you? Fathers don't exist here. Bets on cement, dice on pavement, turn a blind eye to that sick guy who wants a dollar, but dont turn around, hand out cigarettes, and try it all while you're here, don't go to sleep and if you know anything you know to stay on main street.
cuz if you don't. I'll send you a smile.

I like the last one. Very deep, very real, just spit with kind of emotion on a piece of paper. Love it. NF.

Ideas

Her steps are railroad tracks; bookbag breakdowns, caterpillar hairs with a bottle sunk back in a Mexico sun. Heavy leans morticians eyes, equations, no solutions, and a second place prize, how soon was then. Distant hollers of a cats meow, beads of water skiing on a Chinaman's towel, go buy a rifle. Lifelasting roofs and Wednesday thoughts, chipping tiles reminding me of a man on a cross, depending deep endings. Auto loan imaginations waltzing in sneakers, inked out a page but your not a good speaker, watch cell phone lovers. Empty markers drawing chess match paintings, remaining silent will keep you the abstainer, prices placed on crushed hopes.

- Wednesday thoughts
- watch cell phone lovers

Cannot stop reading this 2 "staves".... they're are so simply combinated but says so much at the same time. Great. NF.

A schizophrenic dude before he goes out.

Alright first how do i look? shit.
Now? eh...... good enough.
Jesus; who's gonna be there?
If she's there then i dont know what's gonna happen.
What if she's with someone? then whatever
The hell is that on my face? that's gotta go.
Are they picking me up now or what? you should of drove.
No i shouldn't of; no d.u.i. tonight. true.
True.
Don't get too wasted, your always an ass when youre too drunk. fuck you.
Well it'll be fun either way. maybe. don't fall off the roof again.
what are you my mother? your me. true. true.
What if your friend starts hitting on you again? then i'll direct her to someone else.
Like its that easy. Well it better be tonight.....cuz its friday, i've done nothing all week, and its about time i or we finally went out.
You should stay home, its safer. Now you're being crazy.
True. true.

(( i was gonna make the last one longer and i still might, but its actually friday night and i'm actually about to leave this hellhole))

A schizophrenic dude before he goes out........ just perfect... this sort of agitation could describe some of my feelings.... but not before going out.... after coming home from being out.... nice one. NF.

i wanted more, more! That was great...