Scars
Alone
In a space
full of two's company
TEARS
Burn holes in
her cheeks
teeth clenched
try to ignore
the hair
being torn from her scalp
HATE
pierces her skin
like toothpicks
sharp, thick
painful
Betrayl is a
grotesque monster
that tears her lungs out
she cannot breathe
who are you
do you even know
Listen
to the words that
mindlessly float
from the tounge
a simple sound uttered
adds new scars
to her tortured body
she holds back
the flood of sorrow
until she reaches her
sanctuary
she sheds tears
but not a drop of comfort
The demons are still there
Voices still
hurt
life
must be faced until
death
we all hide behind
our sheds
and wear the
mask that is expected
no one really knows
the real her
but
me
Letter...
Dear boy,
Why
did you do it?
was it just too much for you
or did you never really
care
was I just not cool enough
or skinny enough
or pretty enough
or smart enough
or was it because
you weren't yourself
whatever it was
the way you did it was
Gutless
I want YOU to know
I exist
I hurt
I feel
At least you could have had
the decency to tell me
instead of making me wonder
Thinking you were
a better man than
you are
I don't hate you
though I probablly should
and its not the first
time
I have let someone
like you
make my heart
bleed
Maybe its my fault
for not realizing
you are male
and no male I've ever
known has simply told me
the truth
because of you
and others
I can't trust
that may be
a problem that haunts me
forever
I may die
alone
but still
I don't hate you
I wish you the best
and hope you find
someone
who means enough to you
that you won't be able
to hurt them
and everytime you see them
you get this ache
in your heart
or at the very least
you will say
hi
forever yours,
Angel...
UNTITLED#1
Blood spattered
seeded extacy
wrapped tightly and
bound to a body of
sinful sweetness
dangles herself seductively
helplessly
by an emerald noose
sleek silken skin
glimmers and waits
for thick night and
porcelain spikes
to destroy
and cherish...
UNTITLED#2
Swiftly tapping
crystal fingers
should bring happiness
but fear lingers
Impatience on pavement
reflects her pain
thoughts and the moon
fall out with rain...
Time
My first thought
when I woke
not
about 1:00
but about
his arm
around my back
I want him to stay
desperately want him
to love me
Don't understand
could one
who says...
be the same way as
the rest
I want to hold him
and feel his thoughts
the way I can feel his
heart beating
against my body
I want to ask him
just so I'll know for sure
But I can't even tell myslef
if I really want to know
what if the words
he speaks
aren't the ones
I want
Maybe I really don't care
or maybe he doesn't
my thoughts wrap
a noose around my throat
Kiss his neck
eyes stir
open my mouth...
I doesn't come out quite
right
what time is it?
Angel on a NY sidewalk
He's in his own world again
pushes worthless human life
its in his way
I'm not in an excuse me mood
words and the stench
of vomit and stale beer
forcefully shoot from his mouth
more hateful than the gun they fear so much
feet, god's gift, get him across the street
avoids death by an inch
horns blare at him
he doesn't see
he's drunk again
He's in his own little world
Barefoot
A homeless man carries his
entire world
on his back
Pauses to watch
a man in black stepping out
of a long white limo
women in too much fur and spandex
and a tiny hairless dog
screams at him
she owns the world
high-heeled black boots
kick water onto
his green sweatpants
hot dog vendor makes his
stomach rumble like the
construction across the street
gaves up at
the reflection of blue sky
seems almost to touch heaven
weary eyes focus on
a single snowflake
far below the clouds
high above his hopes
blown about by
speeding mustard taxis
a gnarled hand covers his face
as snowflake settles
on a scarred and filthy
barefoot
where it sits until
a lone tear
kisses it
melting it into the puddle
surrounding him
on a new york
sidewalk.
