| INSPIRATION Transfixed on his verbal sabotage wave lengths of his pain flood my hallowed halls. Recaling flakes of hueish blue that matte his eyes in darkness, revelation proves them remnants of smothered fairy wings. Icy hot deviation floods his veins plauged by life and rendered numb between extremes. Scrolling thick bloody black heartache to that same sick song. A song the creature that has him newly fangeled scrolled in air via her polluted green eyes. Truely the last stoek in a world full of starchless demi-gods. How can a nine inch nail penetrate ever moving driftwood? He who has fallen victim to heartache's temptatious tango lost his legs in heartbreak's civil war. Green be the color of your desire,lust for speed and cause of death. The emotional world is even smaller than the world reality,tangeable existance,so i learned when i stepped on a fairy hard enough to discourage her wings. The fangs of chance seduced my drug infested blood stream,eyes roll back,the lust breaks free,at last satisfied my craveing. Thy neck would not be so twisted 'twere it's means not rubber. Floyd's flower sex could only muster the passion, what's it like to be drained by your greatest wish's granting? Head over heart my feet stay planted,yet the dirt reduces my heart to being unvisited. With a sweet tooth for sex my dentist seems more attractive for i so rot in yearning to feel feminine freedom. by Stephanie Adamski Return to Submitted Poetry |