I'll wait,
Like I wait.
So I wait,
And, I wait.
Give me something
To sedate,
So my hate
Will not break,
Free, from myself,
And destroy you,
Like it does,
Like it has
Destroyed me,
Who I was.
Who I am
Is now ******,
Cause you've scammed
Me, and my mind,
To think time
Is just fine,
To waste.
While I wait,
Like I wait.
And I wait,
So, I hate.

Should I let you in,
Should I let love, win?
My whole wide world, is brought to a stop,
Then my heart spins and twirls, when I feel so high atop
Of this world as a mountain, where my dreams are like fountains,
Which pour out these rivers, and chill spines with shivers.

I should let this win,
I will let you in.
I'll jump upon the feeling express,
And race to explain with abrupt finesse,
Just how you do. Just what you do,
to show me that the word is true.

Show me what lies so deep within,
What joins two together to create our kin.
Believe in me with the same trust
Of those whom you love but do not lust,
Just tell me how you feel today,
and promise me it won't go away.

I know that in my heart you will forever stay,
I knew from the start, without any delay,
How you make me love you
Like a well written screenplay,
Or the wheels of cars, on an open freeway.
You make me love you, and I will tell you, someday.

The moisture congregates on the surface,
and a single drop condenses quickly.
With a blink, it is released.
This salty drip of anguish,
it will crash to the ground below,
or absorb into my clothing,
Until I am drenched, in tears of woe.
One after another, emanated from each cavity,
each oculus becomes clouded, with liquid distress,
as I sit here reduced, to a beautiful, rueful, mess.

I am an ant,
And you are my world.
I travel by foot,
To explore every crevace
In which I can reach.
But I can not breach,
This crust that you have,
And I can be nothing more,
Than one measley ant.
I can try, I can try,
To be more to you,
But I can't do enough,
So I can't get through.

You are the world
You have so much to do
And you can't ever stop,
So I'll never have you.
Always spinning, always living,
Never stoping, and still somehow, loving.
The attention I get, never lasts long,
But it's all that I have which helps me stay strong.
I want you all for myself,
Is that so wrong?
Cause I can't get enough,
When you're always gone.

I am the graphite, in the pencil which you hold.
I make my appearances where you place me, and nowhere else.

You use me to scratch out your thoughts.
You use me to draw these lines of conformity, to which I wish not to abide.
But I must - as you create these lines from myself.

Write on, you hold the power the same way you hold me,
With a firm, yet slightly loose grip.
You hold all control.

"I do not wish for this."

I was once full, respectable and of use, but you have worn me down.
I have been degraded, and as simple graphite I can not simply put myself together again.
You have diminished my encasing, sharpened away my boundary's.

I carry this cloak, for home has hidden beneath black linen.
Wind twists through the trees to tug at the fabric. Gusts give a glimpse of the girl tangled within..

As I wander the shale - soul melded with shadow - I feel the stitches fray from fluttering air.
Fearful, for with each stride, my soul seeks to slip free.

Yearning to feel..
Sunlight on bleached skin.

A morning breeze crawls in through the window
Over the skin and  across my back..
A shiver and then a sigh,
A little too cold, and a little too dry.

I've set my sights upon a silent space,
Where I may show no feeling, and withhold all grace.
Wrapped in thoughts of many topics,
My mind's but a storm in the tropics.

To move, to walk, or to run along,
To never stop if you are strong.
To keep a pace, to win your race,
To gain just what one can't replace.

Twisting, turning, tides o churning
Diving down, to drown the burning
Fires flying, dreams of dying
Yearning and still learning.

Chase the oil slicks,
Douse the blackness.
Flee the river styx,
Let go of false desires.

Set the past, ablaze with matches.
Destroy this hatred, in its masses.
Follow footsteps, frightened faces,
And find fate hides, in many places.

Complimenting a succubus, may not go as planned,
For every line you feed a *****; she will want several more.
Words are fuel for her fire, keep it burning, her desire.
More, and more, and more it takes,
To satisfy, to satiate.
Give me some ******* more,
And I'll be your little *****.

Luscious green botanics,
brought back to life by a drenching storm.
A single tendril of rain remains,
slowly rolling down a branch.
Watch, as it lingers in its last moments,
holding on to the tip of a leaf
before falling to the ground,
soaking in, to all that's around.

The air, so fresh,
as to say the world can breathe again.
Life, seems to appear from everywhere,
both plants and animals come out to play,
and I realize that this is where I want to stay.

My sun in the rain,
And my warmth in the winter.
The chill in my spine,
And what makes my eyes, glimmer.

Interlaced, yet slowly paced,
For all but one, can make true haste.
So, much of time will go to waste,
Though hours are not how lives are based.

Your craft, my art,
To do either, we need heart,
And desire
To finish
What we,
Start.

Paralyzed with possibility;
These choices stun something within me.
Yearning to grasp what it is I want,
Whilst keeping myself chained. A taunt.

The animal within stirs up a chorus of growls,
The innocence slips past that thought which fouls.

My claws are sharp. My teeth, the same.
I am one who can not be tamed.

To see and to feel,
To hear thoughts so real.
To bring out a tear,
or a smile, from fear.

To follow, to lead,
To conquer a steed.
To love, is to bleed,
It's not garunteed.

To fake an embrace,
To lie to my face,
To falsely portray,
What you do is okay.

To steal me from life,
To never cause strife,
To wait, to impend,
Than bring it all, to an end.

Weeds that grow, wind to and fro
We cannot let them go,
I can not let them go.

Abrasively dismayed
By the ones, with whom she played.

Winding up a glaze,
To cover eyes at which you gaze.

Melting forests, tied with old
Thoughts and feelings, poured the mold,
Upon which hardships now behold.

Carry on your storm,
For it is why the sky was born.

Shifting times -
The turn of a season.

It's a beautiful, and dramatic change
Which slowly envelops all life.

Coercing leaves to the ground,
And coaxing the cold white into making it's first appearance.

This change happens every year before our eyes -
Plants and animals all change their ways
Yet our habits stay the same.

Man does not react as efficiently as the rest of life;
Man does not always notice this vast change
Until he sees the final leaf fall from tree.

He breaks her, and degrades her,
Her pain makes him smile.
Though only for the shortest while,
For he isn't sure that she won't get up,
And it's his job to make her feel stuck
To this feeling, she's worth nothing.

You're a *****, you're a *****,
And you're always wanting more.
You get what you deserve.
Girl, you've got some nerve.
You live, you eat, you breathe my air.
You know **** well it isn't fair,
Cause it's all mine. You've had your share.
Take one more breath, if you dare.
I'll choke you with your own **** hair
And toss your corpse, right over there.

You're not worth the time to burry,
In fact, I'll forget you in a hurry.
The main thing I never gave;
Was a **** for you, or what you could do.

Body and mind.
What is one without the other?
Love and trust gone - torn asunder.
This is what one douth plunder
To take just the body, of another.

Clip these wings, don't let me sing.
A caged bird is a safe bird.
A caged bird. A lovebird.

A cage is not a home.

Dig at me
With your knives and your spades,
You will not unburden my heart.
You can not find what no longer remains,
Or what was never there from the start.

Plead with me, your insincerity,
For thy glazed eyes will not ever see clearly.
I am full, of this emptiness.
I am the unhealthy and disgusting piggybacking on bitterness.

Holding every deadly sin in the palms of my hands,
And rolling the dice instead of making demands.

Hell does summon my fire within.
True wrath, is my only kin

The unworded truth lay twisted,
Where teething creatures stir.
Caught in the cobs of forgotten crevasse,
The doomed but dormant menace.

Thy beast shall be relieved of such burden,
Set free to light all darkness in flame
To extinguish all, til no brightness remains.

Putrid air from foul corpses, permeate the living.
Forsaking unfit, weak forces; creating a race of productive courses.

Are they serving you or are you a slave to them -
Those voices in your mind.

Are you leading, or following behind, in your theatre of mind.

Choose your words. Your thoughts. Your path.
Plot them out at will.

Here and now, you make your choice.
It's your life to fulfill.

The season changes -
Warm nights cool off, frost lingers in the morning.
Trees shed their green, while embracing that fading warmth into their tones.
As grasses retreat to the soil, as rivers ice over,
leaves fall from their branches. Letting go.
No longer bound to that from which they grew.