If you shone as my longing burned
I would all of life have scorned
Flaming through these fleshy eyes
Somehow fate our lives should tie
Eventually I'd fuck this arrangement
Tearing skin, cutting in derangement
Searing knots formed by fate
Loving you, but life would I hate
How can I trample on perfection?
Compartmenting feeling in this section
I didn't release to your kiss
Letting the moment take me in bliss
Defiled our love by disappreciation
Spitting on love's apparation
Slit me, only you I'd allow
Remove my life, be with me now.
7-7-04
I desire the yellow of the sun
To craddle next to my face,
So distant, precocious, my feelings
undone
Take me in your warm embrace.
My love is the only thought
Hold me now, my visage, craddle!
I will be a charred spot
But no longer held in the stable.
7-6-04
Suffer my pain through every avenue
That cesation will come tonight
Seize the pole, drive the crew
Now becoming reality of hindsight
Together the tasks will compile
Neither helps the other
But we bless in romantic style
Still the thought makes me shudder.
7-6-04
Trash, garbage, nothing but it,
Thrown aside to the deepest pit
Thanks for loving me so much
Take the sarcasm, a sucker's punch.
Teen Angst 7-3-04
Teen angst can be considered disease
For those not suffering things as these
Sentiments overflowing, volcanic reaction
Expressing the lava needs multiple a faction
Don't demean what we have to say
Emotions arrive in a plethoric array
Might you think we exaggerate,
And express to you thoughts of hate
But 'tis a road we must take
To get where need be, we can't forsake.
Bountiful Bastards harping on the brim
Breaking things before the fact
Do you dare borrow my breath?
Deny birth, basic in the act.
Detering with dogma fallacious
Hope disheveled in this dry land
Take the dying Derelict
Deposit the such in my hand.
They still beat and spit
Continuing to hurt
As we care for the beaten
They treat us all as dirt.
My Trpohies of Hurt 7-3-04
I feel as thougth I am ice
Cold, spurting quips that slice
Emotions without remorse
Skin becoming all the more coarse.
Belss, I say this often,
Hoping for a bed to lay soft in
All the hurts I gave myself
Instead of displaying them on the shelf.
Society 7-3-04
We defy all theory
Reveling in thoughts so eerie
We define our reality
Explaining leads to futility
Take the place, need to know
Where we are, you can't find it, though
Bless our works, my task
In a world wished perfect, bask.
7-3-04
I pursued the void
Running faster, expanses grew
With my emotions it toyed
I played the game, I pursue
Give me not peace
No rest for my now
The need won't cease.
Poetry home
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