Dream a little dream

Inspiration

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 16:57:30 -0700

You ask me if I love you,
Then you suck the lips off my face
And chew on the delicacy of their maroon creases.
'Body shop' lipstick, no. 12;
The taste of compact slabs of cherry.
This cheap adolescent disguise has guided me through all
my realizations.

I left it on the edge of plastic vodka glasses and blood smeared mirrors,
On the foreskins of Greek men,
And finally, on all your cliched perfume soaked letters.
Now it is in your ...

In Dreams

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 16:56:53 -0700

At night I dream of you,
Coming to be by my side.
I see your silhouette at first;
I watch your calm, quick glide.

Vivid images;
Pictures in my mind.
My night's love, my passion;
All in you I shall find.

Once again, you'll whisper to me,
"Hello, my dear. "
Your touch eases me,
Removing any fear.

Your gaze meets mine;
The warm look in your eyes,
It melts my heart. From now on
Nothing ...

Haunted

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 16:55:11 -0700

Sitting, eyes skimming across pages covered with words. A little boy reaches to the surface,peeks out from eyes of an adult. Here he sits, perched behing the blue eyes; watching the words fly past. Timidly he tries them out to suit his thoughts, feeling for their meaning.Then, like a frightened rabbit, he darts back away to a place whre he'll stay, until again he gets the courage to come perch behind the eyes of the man he haunts. ...

Frozen in Time

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 16:54:02 -0700

Animals all frozen in time. A whitetail deer munching on bluegrass; a lone wolf howling at the moon. Are the animals telling me these things, or is it just a girl's imagination running wild? Animals all frozen in time. ( I wrote this when I was 12 sitting in a taxidermy shop watching a family friend as he worked.) ...

Death

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 16:53:25 -0700

The shadow of Death comes and places a hand on my shoulder. I do not wish go for I do not know what my journey into death will hold. My tears mix with the rains from Heaven. Then I am gone. ...

Anger

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 16:52:45 -0700

A mad rush, a fevered wave of heat flowing throughout. Eyes dilated and glazed. Breath coming fast and true.The wildness in the red of the blood; throbbing, breaking through all its chains. Boiling to the surface, it sits like a panther waiting for its chance to attack. Like a panther, it is patient, yet the longer it waits, the hungrier it gets for its release. The yellowish green eyes dart around, watching every slight movement as the cool breeze comes and ruffles its smooth fur. Then the ...

Inside out

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 16:51:53 -0700

Life swirling in a whirlwind of colors. What color are you? I am the color of dreams; the dreams of others. Are you made of the dreams I have?
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Here I sit, inside out and upside down. Here I stand, tall as the sky and ...

Life or death

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 16:50:14 -0700

As I sit here with my thoughts,the wheels of time continue on their constant journey. To the hands of the great TIME I am little more than an ant is to me. It can keep me close to its heart, which is LIFE, or it can hurl me into an endless darkness, which is DEATH. Time and fate, the two who decide our lives, confer often. They give us a set of choices as for how we will live our lives and it is from these that we must choose. They tailor these choices to our very souls and they never change ...

Pieces

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 21:16:19 -0700

I feel like someone set off a bomb inside me.. The shell is intact but the inside is blown to bits..kinda like those chocolate bunnies you get at easter with the pretty wrapper all intact and then you open it up to find lilttle pieces of chocolate instead of the cute bunny you expected... ...

F*** me

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 21:15:03 -0700

"Fuck me..Fill me up...Break open the door of release..."
Closing my eyes,I hope,wishing,this time will be the one..this time I will be released from my prison..
You tried. I do not cry. Your battering ram penis could not beat open the locked door, your kisses and whispered sweet nothings could not hypnotize the lock and make it turn..Your love is no match for the cold, hard door that holds back my release,my pleasure as well as the pain; the memories of a child's tor ...