Most of this stuff is from the black book...the black book is the book where I get random and I'm not afraid to.  This is all stuff from first semester '99-'00.  So, it's all pretty new.
Sitting in the incantations of someone else's hell.  No place to go, no reason to leave.  Just enough time to savor the flavor of a stale cigarette in the corner of the seedy corner bar.  Stagnant customers who are painted in their seats no longer look up to even acknowledge a new passer by.  Yet in all the filth only one pervasive thought enters your mind, "Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home."
Adagio
On November 12
I don't remember happening
But she says so
And who am I to argue?
A dark girl
A lost girl
Makes no better than you
Just a missing arm is all
But I don't miss it
All the time
Just her kisses
And the sweet breeze
Through the trees
Says all I never
Needed to hear
My Pearl
Is gone
what can I do
When pink glue
holds me down
by my back
And green gum
stuck to my shoe
Like pink glue
holds me like
mothers small
heart attack
and listlessly I sit
Dreaming listless dreams
In a blue cadillac
Convertible
Disgruntled
My body is hollow
Yet filled with soul
All I need is something
singed
like the strings attaching you
to my shoe
Left
of the playing field
you threw
the love lost
ever so lacking
glue
And your boots
did not  leave a print
on dried cement
because I knew better
then to leave you alone
with my unlit cigarettes
He said pink was his favorite color.  As if I was supposed to laugh.  Yet all I felt was a bit of pity, because he thought we were so much more shallow than that.  Then they started laughing.  And I felt my insides die and rot, and in his arms I died, as we sobbed for the loss of pink.
She said write of lost dreams
Worlds painted in sea greens
Places he knows and loves
Where his hand print
still remains
Lifeless in the dust
But I'd prefer to talk
About the rushing ocean
We've endeavoured
Devoured by our own
Minds and hearts
And how together
We can brush all
Dust away
With our burning lips
Listen, Pay attention
To this you do not know me
If I look disconcerted
Who's to say I have not
heard the woes of a passer by
Yet you say the book in
My hand says otherwise
who are you?
To comfort or console
Leave it be
It can never be you who
Wipes the tears
Holds my hands as
The nightmares come
To know my face
When the light of love
Slaps me joyously
painfully
When my faerie wings can not hold you back
It is not for you
who
to ever know
So take your hands
And leave this place
What question would you ask someone to determine if they die or not?
"Fucking fascinating" he said, flicking his cigarette before stubbing it out with his booted toe.  "Lovely night" he mumbled as he turned opening his arms to the heavens as if to embrace the stars.  As I stpped to touch his face, he leaned back, smiled, and disappeared amonst the sea and jagged rocks.  I've never been quite the same since.  You know?  As I flick my cigarette one last time before stubbing out wtih my booted I say, "Fucking fascinating."
There are certain people you never forget.  They leave strange day-glo handprints on your heart.  And you find yourself longing for stale cigarette smoke, half empty wine glasses on a pungent bar.
Watching
Waiting for the dust to settle
To exhale
But that's not part of the wait
Keep your clammy hands
From my throat
Tendrils of feathers
Stroke my foreheaed
Unafraid
I won't fear you
Can't feel your love
And in the moonlight
You can not see the shade
Cross her eyes
She is far gone
Beyond sad
But you do not notice
For her
And the pretty girls never die
Just always cry for the ways
Of the world
When the wind brushes
And rushes
Playing the part they
Can easily see
Always slipping
Through thier fingers
But when the pretty girls
Find something
Pretty enough to complete
beauty they already posses
When will they hold
So can stop being told
Roses were given to the other girls
When will they hold her
Give her garens to dream in
And not have to
Dread the morning sun
When will the night
Quit holding
A heart break in his gentle grin
Forgive here morning glories
For her midnight transgressions
Sweet tea
To keep her soul
Safe from bitter black coffee
I hope the doves remain in her eyes
Fires in her heart
And love on her lips
To fight away the cold of
December
It is never dark forever
Between shades of grey and black
The light breaks through white
Blood red
Rose red
Tan denim blue
Velvet and amonst all of this
Is open eyes
Broken hearts
And endless depths of love
Tina's Song

I could scream every heart beat
My words a painful admission
My words a disdainful remark
I could scream for every heart beat
Your words a harsh realization
My pain, my heart, my words
I could scream for every heart break
The moon the clouds the stars all lie
Lie in a field of pain
I could scream for every heart ache
You ache me, I hear, I hurt
I scream for every heart beat
for every hurt inflicted
for every pain endured
but they adored
for every ash flick from
the end of a cigarette
for every Joey born
but they adored
And still the moon the stars and the clouds lie
Lie in a field of memories
for every pain, love, hurt
whether they adore or injured
I could
I scream in a field of memories
I scream for every heart beat

More by Tina

The smell of philosophie is heavin the air
Speaking of heaven and earth and i a word you threw
damnation upon my heart
if injuries wear red riding hoods
my body is red red wool
to be spun upon sleeping beauty's spinning wheel
because the kind could not burn a safe haven
For my damnation
my curse
my fairy godmother
my guardian angel looked the other way
when the moon rose in a field
of scornful daiseys and
I am but red red wool.



As One

To say I want to fuck you
Would be putting it mildly
To say I want to feel you inside
Would be an undeniable lie
To say I wanted to inhale you
And slip inside your pores
Touch your hands
And bleed through
To caress your soul
To say I want to devoure you
And live as one
My inhalations
Would be your exhalations
Would be our exaltations
I want to be inside you
Feeling you
Touching you
Sliding my hands through out your mind
Knowing your every curve
Line
Bone structure
To walk and exude you
From the outside in
To peer outside fom your mouth
For our bodies to move
As one
To be so close
Touch is irrelevent
For hours a day
Every year
I want to be as one
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