Poetry,
like ***,
momentarily
destroys
the misery
of the world.
  ~mce

Was touched by a witch.
Clawed at me while in her mouth,
but didn't draw blood.

Music in my head
too loud for a simple pain,
I'm begging for more.

Grabbing her wrists and
placing them where It's painful,
and nodding gently.

"More. Please, more.", I sigh.
She laughs, or giggles, I think.
Pleasure spiked with pain.

Yeah... she enjoys this.
Pure energy on her tongue.
Electricity.

My mothers between
light skin and dark skin, blacker
than two of her kids.

My face is her face,
yet people ask if I am
adopted because

they don't see her here,
in the pigment of my skin.
Her love runs deeper.

Her conflict is mine,
her quest for satisfaction
frightens me closely,

like personally.
She breaks down and everyone
treats it as okay,

"Well that's just cookie."
Her family, her husband,
all call her crazy.

But her love runs deep.
I was looking for myself
here, at home. Christmas;

She says, "There are ten
people out there you don't know
who love you. At least."

I float away like
a paper lantern in night;
new fire inside me.

I am on the ground,
with my head up in the clouds.
I am crying now.

I am nothing now.
I am building something new.
I am still searching.

I seek ten people.
Ten people I do not know.
People who love me.

I break down sometimes,
but I have my moms wisdom.
Her smile is my smile.

I put lights in them,
and if they float away I'm
here when they get back.

I'm trying to be
gentle and compassionate.
Honest and caring.

Her face is my face.
My quest for satisfaction;
my love will run deep.

You freed me from the demons of my past

You uncaged me from my stinking prison

You emancipated me from the restraints of my own darkness

You rid me of sufferings and replaced them with joy

I didn't know that while you're all doing this for me, you suffered.

I have imprisoned you while you did your all to get me out

I have dragged you to my darkness while you tried so hard to let me out


I had left you to deal with my own demons while I enjoyed the freedom you gave me

I lent you selfishness while you gifted me with sacrifices

I had abandoned you, and I don't know how to get you back

I gave you the total opposite of what you gave me

Will you be back for me?

Green fields of dreams how I lay amongst your love
Tenderly caressing the love you wrap me in
Daydreams float by in clouds of wishes
And time stops by the hand of a caring breeze
Wonderful field tell me all that you have seen
Your green coat sways back and forth
Rocking me to a sleep that I crave

Scared fingers claw at the wood
Breath now rapid if only she could
Escape from this tomb that lays in the dirt
This my angel is the price you pay
When you flirt

I saw you strutting around the bar
Chating to all the men
As they tasted your scent from afar
Wishing you belonged inside their bed

A smile a laugh you made it real
Turning heads like sunflowers in a field
Wanting each and everyone
But my little angel
You come undone

I waited for the time and it payed of
A little chat here the touch of your cloth
Against my skin it felt so soft
You are the one my love aloft

And so here you lay unable to scream
As stitches hold your lips so pristine
You never know who you just might meet
When selling your soul
On hells mean streets

he still doesn't realize
that beauty has a price

he plucks roses and
wonders why they wither
when he's never learnt
to check their roots.

with thorns between his lips,
he speaks softly about
the way love has eluded
him over the years.

his palms like written verse,
scarred and coarse, petals
falling delicately out of
time from his fingertips.

he sees beauty but he
does not see underneath

he has always been
one to see the flames
but never feel the heat.