Wednesday, April 11th 2012
Friday, March 16th 2012
Friday, February 24th 2012
Hide and Secrets
shh, a slim finger against lips
and yet the low grave noise does not subside
she trembles now against curtains she grips
for the anatomical child in which she can no longer confide
The wooden floors are cold against her feet
and the air tries to trap her lungs
small soft lips against hers did meet
as she spoke in slow foreign tongues
Friday, March 16th 2012
Let it out
Swelled lips are breaking and covered in sin
He constantly tries to find new ways in
But she can't open up and is trapped forever inside
creating a lovely facade that will always try to hide
Hide from others and even from herself always
except for in dark dimly lit hallways
In the end she'll break down and quickly decompose
and finally expose the truth I suppose
Untitled
There are some things you can never cure
and others that are often clear
but ladies and gentlemen hardly cheer
when he slaps her face and calls her dear
or, perhaps little rabbit, or fox, or deer
and she continuously stares at him in fear
for she went deaf and can no longer hear
even when he shouts " get over here!"
and forces her face into a mirror
her eyes and bruises become so near
too close for comfort but she manages to peer
and when she doesn't he whips her rear
like she's a little calf, or perhaps a grown steer
and only when she starts to tear
does he stop once out of the whole year.
Tuesday, January 10th 2012
Piece of Meat
She is presented like a piece of meat
for those whose minds aren't there
and are only looking for a tasty treat
not real beauty, natural and bare.
She needs to be sexy, that's what they want
but they also want her sweet
her reproductive parts she should flaunt
to be eaten like pieces of meat.
Sunday, October 16th 2011
Untitled
He stepped on my soul as I crouched on the floor
He stepped on my soul as I crouched on the floor
suddenly there was a quiet knock at the door
so loud it seemed though, frozen in place
so long that I counted every disappointed line in His face
He picked me up and put me away
where I sometimes went to safely play
He tossed aside my soul as he answered the door
outside was light gray and beginning to pour
The visitor was himself for you see
on the other side of the door was a mirror built by he
the visit was short, he'd seen what he'd done
but was in denial and it was He who had won
He came to the closet and pulled me right out
i tried to scratch, to scream, and to shout
He whispered awful things into my ear
and told me " I promise it won't hurt that much, my dear."
Friday, August 5th 2011
Swollen
your milky blood smelled like almonds, slivered
It dripped into your hot pink swollen lips
you tasted its sticky toxic notes and quivered
Still you drank it down with quick small sips
Committing an uncomfortable slow suicide
is just like you, you indestructible crawler
Everyday waking up thinking you died
finding out you didn't, you stubborn staller
So live with your mess, hell on earth
Your flamboyant nature, your promiscuous ways
you weren't all I thought you were worth
The day you died was the happiest of days
You left small swollen marks on my back.
Saturday, June 4th 2011
Legs like Trees
She was a slight and bony girl
who liked playing in the trees
and giving her lace dresses a twirl
in the ashy evening breeze
All she wanted was to be loved
but she was born with a rare disease
She only gets teased, pushed, and shoved
no matter how loud her pleas
Every day waking up with small hope
that she wont end up with scraped knees
One day it was just to much, she couldn't cope
Swinging from a branch, they no longer tease
Friday, June 3rd 2011
Feast
A corpse set out on the table
All the guests are willing and able
to feast upon her flesh, so rare
because she gave their kids a scare
More than you'd expect people are double sided
You find out your enemy's one in which you confided
and now you're hog tied, ready to be eaten
by the neighbors, whose child you had beaten
not always physically but emotionally too
they were always pointing fingers at you
But you point yours back at them now
though it's too late and time to bow.
Wednesday, May 25th 2011
Moth
Every mothers nightmare quick in pace
A small child with a cold, pale face
crying out with arms stretched wide
trying to tell her what's happening inside
The distant wailing of colorful lights
Too slow to stop the constant trembling fights
The little moth quickly flapping it's wings
silently screaming instead of sings
Washed with light too loud and bright
Spread and pinned out on a table of white
Large hands holding a scalpel so shiny
It's difficult to operate an a patient so tiny
Life, death, and time, it's all just a race
performed with a certain calmness and grace,
not always won, but almost always admired
The little moth died from being dreadfully tired.
Tuesday, May 24th 2011
Mongoose
A bandaged heel and a wounded soul
Walking slowly takes its toll
Even when upon soft sooted feathers
you're bound to fall into a hole
At the bottom you unexpectedly splash
instead of what you thought would be a crash
Now emerged in mongoose milk
that's pouring out of a graceful gash
Sipping some down my dry tender throat
coaxing muscle to sleep as it tries to coat
finding its way out of my nose
falling back where it may freely float
Looking up through the shallow mist
dust particles cling to my wrist
Pretending to fly absolutely above
though my spirit is as tight as a fist
I'm doomed to die, down here where it's dark
letting the Mongoose leave its mark
Drowning peacefully in peaches and cream
When I hit the bottom, forever I'll dream.
Thursday, May 5th 2011
Capture
Alone and vulnerable I walked down the street
The sky was filled with a large billowing cloud
Looking up, my face and precipitation did meet
Lightning crackled and the thunder was loud
I started to run, to where, I'm still not sure
Then he was in front of me, holding me tight
I politely told him "Let go of me, sir"
He did, but not willingly, within him was a fight
He pulled out a knife, and then slashed my face
Out poured thick, hot, and steamy tea
"Black tea" He said with feminine grace
"That's not what I expected it'd be."
It came pouring down, staining my dress
Losing control of my bladder, I cried into a cup
He came closer, my face he did bless
Before he had any more time, I quickly woke up.
Tuesday, April 26th 2011
Cat Collective IV
Whispering with silent hushed souls
His teeth, always sharp but quite soft
Limp bodies continuously drop into holes
But stand still when he aggressively coughed
He really wanted to play more, not less
But sadly, now it's come to an end
Now off to the closest church to confess
Of what he'll never be able to mend.
Monday, April 25th 2011
Cat Collective III
Always playing dead on the hard cement
Soft body continuously curling into itself
Bone and muscle broken and bent
I'd like to put you upon my hard shelf
Lying there with your broken gaze
It seems as though you've given up
Were you looking for warmth and continuous praise,
a person to constantly fill your deep cup?
This time is the last time I let you inside
The last time I let you play
Giving your all, I know you tried
but it's just not enough today.
So pick up your body, stagger over here
Wipe your soft lips of the drying blood
It's really not as bad as you fear
Dragging your nails through the fresh sticky mud.
Thursday, April 21st 2011
Cat Collective II
His skin, so warm and glistening with sweat
Her skin, so cold, pale and numb
He told her not to fret
Over what was sure to come
Clipped claws bending and breaking
Upon soft virgin skin
Pinpointing, lean muscle aching
Until tapered talons dig in
Easily breaking the smooth exterior
Bright red broth, flowing out
Diminishing, quickly inferior
She lets out a short and shrill shout
Wednesday, April 20th 2011
Cat Collective
Skittering soft around the sink
My small body, draining of blood fast
My eyes hurt, I can hardly blink
Before them my life flies past.
Hard cold metal against my face
A baby in this huge empty sink
A feeling which I cannot place
A short metallic clink
You drop the soft knife
My desperate pitter patter
I pray for my life
And you ask what's the matter?
Your claws scratch my eyes
I can no longer see
Cutting the ties
between you and me.
Wednesday, April 6th 2011
Mirror
Once, when walking tiptoe
on the broken glass
in a long forgotten chateau
releasing strong tear gas
My toes bled freely
and I went on walking
painlessly ideally
Red soaked white stocking
Then it happens all at once
I look down at the floor
and the reflection confronts
my mouth, from which milk pour
Red
Sometimes I feel like I really shouldn't
Especially with my own hands
When I think about it, I know I couldn't
not when ribbons fall in strands
You tell me I'm fragile and fake
Your hand clamped around my throat
Limp, I softly fall but never break
in the eyes of the vascular goat.
Monday, March 28th 2011
Crows
It sometimes feels like a burning
Whose blood are you churning?
When will the crows realize you're learning?
Their bodies keep rotting as your head is turning
Their crispy cadavers are what you're yearning.
Tuesday, March 22nd 2011
Masculinity
I wish I knew how to run
but my legs are stuck deep
Are you proud of what you've done?
I'm un-accidentally yours to keep
Your cool fingers slide down
My heart beat goes up
Liquid drips slowly from my crown
into your hands that you cup
When you enter, it always stings
Sticky and sliding down my leg
Sin and shame are what it brings
Your stoic face remaining vague
Cool and sticky, your lust, it feeds
upon my naked flesh
My given wound, from you, it bleeds
blood and honey will never mesh.
Monday, March 21st 2011
Fear
Small and inferior she sits in the corner
Her arms crossed tightly over her soft ribcage
You'll be lost and beat up, they tried to warn her
Who knew he contained so much stealthy dark rage
His matted dark fur and the sound of his voice
still echoing its way inside of her head
Drawn into his smart trap it wasn't her choice
Right after he quietly broke her she fled
All cold and alone, she felt threatened still
her large innocent eyes were red and quite wet
Quick glances and constant trembling until
a flash appeared of his large lean silhouette
then the sharp snap of teeth that create his grin
Now there she lies wounded, with light blood-stained skin.
Saturday, March 19th 2011
Touch
I can't feel my chest
Please do your best
When your touching my breast
is when i felt blessed
Though we are fully dressed
the soft skin cannot digest
So please be my guest
They questioned and guessed
at how i molest
and what i kept in my nest
They pick and pest
and i wait here and rest
Only i can pass my test
All the signs point to west
Monday, March 14th 2011
Guilt
You try to run
from the deeds you have done
The cadaver kittens having fun
playing with your heavy gun
Even you can't escape this hon
Next to you I feel like a nun
There's is no hope for your oldest son
The guilt you both carry weighs more than a ton.
Thursday, March 10th 2011
Revenge
Crawling inside my skin
The worms pulse inside their bin
The mucky blood pours down your chin
Only when you're numb you grin
Your torn off flesh they pin
Onto the one with whom you've committed sin
Onto her feet, ankle, and shin
Her rotten teeth are now made of tin
Her hope and trust turning thin
But only they will win,
Only they will win.
Tuesday, March 8th 2011
Truth
Sheer shadows of spindly spiders
tip toe on top of suspended teeter totters
Tentatively slipping his toenails inside hers
she touches silent thoughts of scary slaughters
Tough, the trust she tries to share
Trotting on stupid synonyms, truly they trip
They suck their tongues and try not to stare
at the super still toys they tend to skip.
Erode
The black ink slowly collects in a bounteous pool
The sharp shaky tip of the pen touches skin that is cool
The incision starts stinging in a tone that is cruel
The ink malevolently mixes with the blood in a duel
The pale pasty lips part obtrusively from the force of drool
The one who tries to help is only a fool
The glass jar that's silently screwed contains a dark jewel
The body is laid down, the number one rule
The black bloody heart is set on a stool
The chalk is eaten from the blackboard at school
The black and white tape is run around the metal spool
The blood flow is quickly cut off by a rusty old tool
Tuesday, March 1st 2011
Milk
Her supple spine bends and breaks
The spillage runs through the bends
Seeping slowly around bitter steaks
A beautiful signification she sends.
