Dust on old parchment
Paper's of the past
Yellowed with wise years
To the old age of papyrus
Time in ink
Quill to ballpoint
Pinpoint the pen's points
Points in time
When history wrote itself
On maps
Mapping out our future's
Based on the old ways
'Tis a pity
Law has no concept of progression
Present and past pissing on the possible of a time never to pass tommorrow
Present and past praising the impossible time never to become yesterday
Intruder's in your mind,
Stranger's to your thoughts.
Misunderstanding guru of psychology.
Because prying in people's brains
Is moral
Is normal
Is right
Take the Hypocratic oath-
And become a hypocrit
What a sham
Breaking and entering
Is a crime.
So why isn't it illegal
To be a shrink?
I'm staring on the floor
And laying at the cieling
I wear socks on my hands
And gloves on my feet
But I walk on my belly
Like the snake who walks on his hands
And trips over his feet
Do you crawl?
On your belly or your hands?
Holding your belly
With your hands
Your belly holding heat
From your socks
Your stomach all over your feet
Did you puke?
Your stomach turned upside down
Walking on your hands?
Or was it crawling on your feet?
Did Alice fall directly through the centre of the earth
And come out the other side
Where people walk upside down?
Everyone will find their soulmate.
This is truth,
This is fact.
You have the future,
Time is what I lack.
My very name holds me back.
I am the only Lovelorn,
My heart is torn.
Yours will mend,
This I know,
I hold the needle,
Now I sew.
You'll be stitched up,
With pretty pink threads,
That won't ever snap.
This is not your reality,
Now dry those eyes.
Someone has filled your head with lies.
Your destiny is to love and be loved.
Never quit looking, and don't be afraid,
My pretty little faery,
You will be someone's emotional sanctuary.
A writer trying not to write,
Is a regal attempt at peasantry.
When nobility is your soul.
Words are your king,
You are their queen,
Dwelling in the palace of my heart.
You are my dreamcatcher
You caught my dreams
And let the nightmares through
Putting things backwards as usual....
You are the one who would dare to
Hang a peacock feather from that
Circle that sleeps above my head
While I sleep under the evil eye
Of my dreamcatcher
You are my dreamcatcher
You caught my dreams
And let the nightmares through
Putting things backwards as usual....
You are the one who would dare to
Hang a peacock feather from that
Circle that sleeps above my head
While I sleep under the evil eye
Of my dreamcatcher
"So you wanna shoot me?"
Photograph masochistic agony.
Bind me in the
Stock/s
Photo's
Not worthy of a title:
You hold my soul's title and deed
In your
Hand/ing
Me to your
Scrapbook/ing
Club.
To be lost in pages of memories,
Of fat dead models.
But for now,
Look up to the lense
And fake a pretty smile.
I am a chef and you love my good cooking now eat me.
I have a whole plethora of tasty treats
Chocolate and cherries:
Lotsa good eats.
Whipped cream too...
*ponders* Although I don't think either of us can tell the difference at this point. *ponders*
I am so hungry.
But only for you.
You taste the best.
Lolly lolly lolly lolly lolly pop kid...
Suck lick tongue the ball on the stick
It's more than a blow pop
And better than the gum.
Say gum five times fast.
Am I your candy girl?
Cause you got me wanting you...
Yummy.
Now feed me more.
What's in the picinick basket?
Breast.
Of chicken.
Because I was too scared to say tits.
And a little bit of warm apple pie.
See me chomping away?
Banana's are a healthy breakfast.
You wanna know what a banana remindes me of?
Make a salad for lunch. I like carrots and cucumbers in my salad.
You wanna know what carrots and cucumber's remind me of?
Dinner is pizza and beer.
It's good sex food.
When our fingers interlock
Like puzzle pieces
Broken and scattered over eon's
It feels like returning
Eternity to my grasp
I know I've felt this before
Lust.
The eyes the lips the hands That look that kiss that touch
Hold me.
Wrap me in your gaze.
Touch me.
Mouth teeth tongue thighs
I see that lust in your eyes.
Glance up.
"No pain."
Passionate teardrops,
the rain of our pain.
Your reign over my body.
Cuddle me, kill me softly.
Because I die in your arms.
I shake I tremble I vibrate your fingers to the bone.
With my heart of ice.
Cold stare.
Never freeze.
You see me I see you We see true
Feeling.
Feel me.
Your hair My neck Your fangs My breast Your claws My hips
Surround me as I surround you
Your island My ocean Our sea of lust.
I see.
I feel.
I am yours.
Sometimes I still cry at night...
Ghosts of the past follow me
Hell is wherever I go
The only things that matter to me
Are things I'm forbidden to know
Joy is a wish
Peace is a dream
Love is my big illusion
It isn't as it would seem
Rest escapes me
Even in the still of night
I question myself
I've lost all will to fight
The horror
That is my history
I hold from you
Wrapped in mystery
I'm sorry I'm breaking down
Because my life's catching up
The demon reincarnated
From the vodka in my cup
For when you question...
What do the words I Love You mean,
When spoken so soon?
I have never had anything like this before,
I actually have something to loose...
Tears of joy as much as fear.
Cruel time.
I know.
Been there before.
It is worth it in the end.
Love like this:
Is Fate's hand,
In Her secret plan.
It only takes five minutes to fall in Love,
The rest is just denile.
It takes courage to not deny.
Frailty is not always weakness.
The strongest soul
Could come to you,
In the most frail package:
To show
Bravery,
Trust,
Repentance,
Strength.
The soul who chooses a frail package,
Is the most virtuous.
I wrote the past,
And logged the future.
For my present is no longer now.
I gave you time,
Time took it away.
Any chance was stolen,
That history I longed for...
Is no longer mine to give.
I show you I am weak...
Those might have been's I had
Were erased before they happened.
I'm sorry I wasn't stronger for you...
If I was me, before it was she,
I would not waste time to take those eternal vows:
That hold no reguard for my past
Your present
Or our future's...
That I lost in my past...
And Fate plan's the future around.
For art's sake I post my dead vows.
Life goes on and in the process
We loose pieces of ourselves
For everything gained
There is a loss
Ten fold
I have tears from my heart
Cried from this piece of you
As I weep away eternity
An incomplete puzzle
I opened a window
But I shut the door
Now I have to crawl
Instead of walk through
Whole
Holding your hand
For the rest of forever
I remain as mere pieces
I see you through the creeping vines
Your hands clawing amongst those secretive leaves
Like two tiny gentle fawns
Or rather a duo
Of razored antlers
I see you through the insence smoke
Your hands dancing amidst that coiling chain
Like two little saintly sprites
Or rather a couple
Of mischevious imps
I see you through the candle's flames
Your hands sculking behind the firey tongues
Like two betrothed baby dragons
Or rather a set
Of waring divorc'es
I see you through the nighttime rain
Your hands swimming in the sky's tears
Like the two Pisces fish
Or rather a pair
Of Cancer's pincher's
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