Intellectual emotions
sprung from your brain.
My own heart's rhythm,
beating with pain.
Mechanic love,
so far from your heart.
Resting in your arms,
we are always apart.
Friday, October 21, 2011
You and Women
I give you me.
You give me some time, sometimes.
Your attention span is short.
You get bored.
You move on to the next woman.
Until she starts to care,
then she is yesterday.
I wish I was your tomorrow.
I will always be your "in-between".
You give me some time, sometimes.
Your attention span is short.
You get bored.
You move on to the next woman.
Until she starts to care,
then she is yesterday.
I wish I was your tomorrow.
I will always be your "in-between".
A Third Eye Watching
A third eye watching.
Secrets dancing on the walls.
All for your pleasure.
All for you using me.
A hidden desire,
behind your selfish love.
I was the object of your satisfaction.
That object has a lost soul.
I am searching for her.
Without a third eye watching.
Secrets dancing on the walls.
All for your pleasure.
All for you using me.
A hidden desire,
behind your selfish love.
I was the object of your satisfaction.
That object has a lost soul.
I am searching for her.
Without a third eye watching.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Adult Friendship
We were not done.
Your kiss a surprise.
Your hand in mine an invitation.
Our friendship shifting lights.
No promises of a tomorrow.
Adult friendship, you call it.
I quiet the child within.
So I leave you in the night.
As the grown woman I am.
Until I am in the taxi.
Then the child cries,
for the love that never was.
Your kiss a surprise.
Your hand in mine an invitation.
Our friendship shifting lights.
No promises of a tomorrow.
Adult friendship, you call it.
I quiet the child within.
So I leave you in the night.
As the grown woman I am.
Until I am in the taxi.
Then the child cries,
for the love that never was.
Invisible Wounds
My surface polished.
Invisible wounds.
A smile and I fool them.
My guard exhausted.
To break open takes courage.
I am too scared to see
what lies within.
The damage you did,
too ugly to show.
I hide from myself.
Invisible wounds.
A smile and I fool them.
My guard exhausted.
To break open takes courage.
I am too scared to see
what lies within.
The damage you did,
too ugly to show.
I hide from myself.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
The Mess That Is Us
No easy way out.
No shortcuts to ease the pain.
No going around.
We have to walk straight.
Right through the mess.
The mess that is us.
Us who no longer are we.
We who were yesterday.
Damage that rips.
Our bare naked souls visible.
Only for us.
No easy way out.
No shortcuts to ease the pain.
No going around.
Right through the mess.
The mess that is us.
No shortcuts to ease the pain.
No going around.
We have to walk straight.
Right through the mess.
The mess that is us.
Us who no longer are we.
We who were yesterday.
Damage that rips.
Our bare naked souls visible.
Only for us.
No easy way out.
No shortcuts to ease the pain.
No going around.
Right through the mess.
The mess that is us.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
The Heart Knows
Thoughts of fear.
The soul confused.
The heart knows.
In the weakest second,
the knowing appears.
Dare to listen.
The heart knows.
The logic looses,
there is no mercy there.
The road ahead frightens,
the road behind destroys.
Dare to walk.
The heart knows.
Standing in the midst of chaos.
There is no short cut.
Deceived and weak,
alone and strong.
Dare to be.
The heart knows.
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