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You're like liquid poetry
A gasoline waterfall
Pouring into me
Until my engine stalls
Tut-tut-tut-tsss

But some words are
Fluid and fat
Caught in my throat
Like phlegm

*When I'm reading this one day,
I'll wonder - was I alive here?
I'll just be an untitled story
Known only to myself.

You
         fell
                into
                         my seductive oil slick
                                              saturated
                                           by
                                     my
black loveless glare

I
s l a s h e d and tore at all I could in you
stole
parts
of
you
that you didn't even know you had

I wear your skin as a suit now
you're my prized deer so to speak
tracked
              tricked
                            hunted
                                           consumed
buckle for me
under my weight

they say
what doesn't **** you
makes you Stronger
but
the pain lasts and the
blood-pump grows weary,
A heavy
heart is quite the burden
and shoulders only hold
so much..
but,
for as long
as the sun
shines there will be
brightness

You opened me up
like an ancient,
locked treasure box
brought me up
from the sea floor
dusted off
the algae that
had clung to it
all these years,
coating me with armor
That sea-dust had
protected me,
a shy, gentle maid of the sea
from the predatory dangers
that lurk in the dark
the angry barracudas, the lying sharks
Yet that filmy, misty brine
closed me off
to the glories of the ocean wonders
the smiling sea horses
the loving sonor of whales
And then you, undersea explorer
opened up the real treasure:
in shining, beating blue
my wild ocean heart
made of tides and mystic hues
and showed me
the multi-glow shimmer
of the waves
from underneath
re-introduced me
to the raging beauty of the corals
within me
Yes, it seems
that even mermaids
sweet nymphets
of ocean lore
want to love
and be loved
to the core

Together we laughed
Together we cried
Together we shared
Together we sighed  
And when we two part
Alone in this fantasy
Together we'll have
Our bittersweet memory

(C) Pixievic

Just another lonely soul
Walking a path of shame
The path of finding
Me...the girl separated and then reunited with pain
Not restricting myself to what is, but allowing myself to let go of what was...
Just another lonely soul

Today a man told a **** joke.
Everyone laughed.
I stood there and thought about it for a moment
And then I asked,
"What is funny about that?"
The laughter stopped
and they stood there in silence.
The momentary silence of shattered illusions,
There was no answer
Because it wasn't funny
So why laugh?