Violet Lightning1.Violet lightning pulsedbetween the clouds.I wondered how muchelectricity was trappedwithin my ribcage.2.Pulse, flash;pulse, flash.Thunder roars withpride and itstarts to rain.3.I have never seen asoaked umbrella look soshapely before. All black coat,bright hazel eyes that screamso softly under dripping mascara.4.Our first date is traditional,which is odd because I'll soonfind that neither of us are thattype. The dinner was too cheapand the movie: too expensive.5.We held hands the whole time;she kissed my cheek in the cinema'sprivate artistic darkness.6.When she finally took me home,the only things I noticed were:hermodern art stuck to the wall with thumbtacks,herclassic rock on a neighbor's stereo,herher.7.We just talked in her bed, Ididn't even use the condom lostin the far back of my wallet.It was wonderful.8.I'm wearing a tux with abright redrose.She looks perfect in her white dress andbright redlips.9.We haven't decided ona name
Six Feet Of WinterWe left Autumn buried under snow.
RxI would prescribe for eachand every one of you tospend an uncomfortable amount of timewith someone more medicated than yourself.It doesn't matter if they see things,or refuse to feed their guts,or happen to be so anxious that theycan'tstopshaking.Just lounge around and pretend to drinkuntouched coffee. Smoke unlitcigarettes. Let them choose theconversation topic; it will be interesting-It will be aboutdemons.It will be aboutfireflies.It will be about the kinds of things thatstand over your bed and burrow deep into yourchest with their lighted eyes.He or she will make the casethat every medicine shares the sameintended side effect of making youfeel better, just long enough until theystart speaking with shadows againand consider overdosing on sanity.If I were them, I wouldaccent this whole conversation byflicking the light switchon andoff,andonand off;As if it wereday and nightall over again.
To Remember You ByIf you choose to slit your wrists,smear something thoughtfulon the walls with your blood.If you are planning to set yourself on fire,coat your clothes in copperso you burn emerald green.If you are going to leap from a building,do a flip or somethingon your way back down.If you decide to use a gun,make it a revolver, playRussian roulette until you win.Give us somethingbeautiful toremember you by.
You Have No Need To RegretDo not regret your actions,because at one point,it was exactly whatyou wanted to do.-but if it wasn't whatyou wanted,then I guess you shouldregret that too.
Search PartyMost people say thatI probably won't findthe one. There arejust too manypeople, too manyproblems.If you aren't theone,that's fine,I don't blame you.But please,just don't beone of them.
Spring Is In The..."Spring is in the air",she sighed, assnowflakes fellunder a frostedglass sky.The windowsmoldered into mistfrom her monotonewhisper. "Watch",her finger tracedsomething on the pane,but the breath haddisappeared.All I saw weresnow white flakesand Spring; fallingthrough her hair.
Keep The Lights OnKeep the lights on-I don't think I could ever tell you how beautiful you are, so I will just have to show you-oh please let me show you I want you to feel how beautiful you are I want you to knowI will make you know Feel me and let it all out Sigh for me and kiss me andfill your eyes up with longing as I pull my head back to look at you before divingback down to kiss you again I will show you I will show you I will showYouaresobeautiful.
The Painter And The VeteranHe wanted to pull out the painwith a syringe, as if it wereblack jelly that had accumulatedunderneath his skin. This washow morning welcomed him.***On saturday nights, he wasthe kind of man who went around townpainting murals with a can. Theywere gorgeous, especially when cityemployees melted them with hose-water.***In America you can find dollar billsstuck deep in the cracks betweensidewalks; you can find people stuckdeep in the cracks betweenbuildings too.***You can also find people insidesaid buildings, inside beds,inside...***Oneand only onenight, the painter was approachedby a hairy young man with combatboots who claimed to have fought inVietnam. The veteran put a grimypaw on the painter's shoulder andasked if he knew why airplaneshad so many windows.***The painter didn'tknow, neitherof them had flownbefore.***The veteran slurred with distinction thatbefore windows were on planes,they were closed-offplastic flying tubes. But,one day every p
OhFingers in front ofyour eyes,laced in light.The arid, shiftingdesert of your palms.Sand in the beachgrass,dancing.Listen to the shell:it will teachwhat is alive.Tell your children it was the ocean.The whole worldcan hear you breathe.Are you innocent yet?Fishnet stockingsand long, dark hair.That emptymoment.May she never hear the namethat you whisper through the dark.
CourageA young womanwakes upin the morningwith the lightfrom her blindsmaking stripeson her skin.She throwsthe heavy coversoff herselfand leaves themon the floor,before scramblingto fix her mistake.She closesher eyes.
The BeachThis isn't much,but whenever someone tells meto put a shell around my ear,I hear your breathingwith my head restingon your warmth.I know it's justthe blood rushingaround my head.I know, it's just...the sun in your hairand the salt and the sand.
Worth SomethingLife is so manythings; it issomanythings.It is force-fed withlonelinessunhappinessrejectionpainstrifehate.And I thinkit's overfartooquickly.
Trying To ForgetMy knees still get weak,Whenever you come around.My heart still races,And makes that thumping sound.It's a different reason,Than it used to be.No longer for love,But rather anxiety.I try to forget about you,Whenever I see your face.My mind wanders,To an unholy place.I'm trying hard to forget,About you and the past.The memories it has caused,Will forever last.
DreamHave you ever worshipped a glowing sunset?Have you ever tasted a poisoned lip?Did you ever dream in vainWith hardship through the rain?Gaze the turquoise mystic horizonAnd the thwarted snow-white cloudsDream for the Ever FreeFor the thawing souls.For the world.And you will realize, oh dear friendOur paths are to cross through the valley,Fill the hearts of our beloved ones.The world as we know it shall change
Dream through the skyYour reality is mine
All through the skyFor the record of life
Camera ShudderSo manymemoriesrely on blinkingat therightmoment.But yourtreacherouseyelidswanta lifeall theirown;withyoulocked andconfusedinthedark.
GaspThere was nolife indanger, butshe pressed herlips to hisand breathedinto himall thesame.
Learn To BiteThere are people out therewho will take yourhaphazard romance,and your fragileeverything.They will take it inlike a stray animalor a five dollar billand keep it in theirpocket;until you are spent-starved.Some homicides are not recordedas they should be.Next time someonepicks you upand holds you close,I want you to(I need you to)BITE.-Then look them in the eyes and say:"I will learn what youtaste like; either from a kissor byeating you alive."
I Want... EverythingI want someone to take me in their arms, someone to holdI want to stand in the snow until I feel numb with coldI want the rain to pour down in sheetsI want to feel music, breathe in the beatI need a disaster, I need a sun burnI need someone to teach me, I need to learnI want to stand as snow falls languidly downI want to feel panic, I want to drownI want to be pounded by waves until I'm raw and bareTo lie beneath the sky, relish the airI want to sleep and find dreamsTo stand high above and listen to the echoes of my screamsI want to be loved, and love in returnI want to have everything, to never yearnI need to feel pain; I want to feel the joy of a fallI want someone to be brave enough to scale these wallsI need to feel wide awakeTo know what is real and what is fakeI just want to feel something
Maybe we all just want to feel something
DreamsThe knowledge of eternity,More than just a hope,Helps me form my thoughts,Gives me a way to cope.Knowing how it ends,Yet writing the very first pages,Seeing the single face,that will be there through the ages.Hearing every word,And knowing it is all true,I am so excitedTo fall in love with you.
Not In LoveI wanted to be an airborne strand of gossamer,Spiraling listlessly above the ground,I wanted to be the arsenal flames,Searing you in and out,But your breeze was not gentle enough to guide me,And your meek loving killed the fire kiss,You are the last leaf hanging from the tree,You can't quite let go, but you still persist
Invisible InkForgive me, I must inhalewith my ribbon lungs,fly with my tea leaf appendages.Love, you are my bane,twisted cinnamon snogsagainst cannabis fragrance.Little tangles in our hair,bare palms dreaming,empty shot glasses whistling.We are unspoken wanton,but there is little to doand too much to say.I mush my little toesagainst the mud and hearthe memories you don't remember.
The DreamMy eyes are closed to darknessI don't know it's there.What rests behind my eyelidsHas me prisoner in its lair.The colors are swirling and bright-An abstract world I'm in.But my mind is sharp and tight,I see how it will end.The people here I know,Tho' some from very long ago.My conscience wonders and questionsHow they entered this world.My eyes are closed- The dream is thereMy eyes are opened- The dream is thereMy thoughts stray and it leaves me.I grasp at the swirling strands...Curse these unworldly, earthly hands.
Losing Me To ThisDead air kills me slowly.I can not imagine what lies beneath the surface,and what lies are masked by this silence,heavy as a Southern summer nightin June, when the air is sultry,and the wind breathes not at all.But I won't try to unravel his riddle,because it only makes me bleed out faster.The beep is a preludeto the mockery of his voicemail greeting:"I'm not here to take your call,leave your name and numberand I will get back to youas soon as I can,"but I'm bleeding,and the tone is not a beep,it is a bullet,for I hear:"I am not taking your calls,since I know who you are -I've gone away in search of bettereverything and everyone,and I won't be coming back."I crash to the floor...there is a crack in the ceilingthat needs to be taken care of,just as soon as I clear those stars from my eyes
Waking up cold on the kitchen floor,head splitting, body aching,crying as I stare at the crack in the ceiling.He isn't here and he still hasn't called.It ha
Breaking Down and AwayMy Venus has lost her arms,she says she can't hold me.She says she's been breakingand my hands cannot fix her.She says she has pieces missing,and that I cannot fill them.She says she feels coldand that I cannot warm her;but I try so desperately--and we break against each other.
AndYou make my chestripple andthe seamsof my tissueslipA beating passionin my throatlike these wordsmust speak or singI suffer;swallowed wholeby my admirationof youthe mere thought of you
Strangle Me.Wrap your hands,Around my neck,Force me,Down to my knees,Mush my mouth,Against concrete.Tell me that you love me,Pretty-Please.Push me,Make me fall.Bruise me as I bawl,Just love me.Hurt me,Endanger me.Tie me up,Throw me down.Just hurt me,'Till;I can't breathe.
On TimeThe more you think,the less you have.The more you have,the less you think.Thinkfeelact;we don't have time for everything.