Monday, February 15, 2010

Slow Down, darling.

Wait.
Wait.
Wait for me, and my purity.
I have changed, cant you see?
Your insane.
Show me chaos, I want a thrill.
My teeth hit your teeth.
normal, I know.
My sickness is yours.
Your sickness is his.
whore.
but who am I to speak?

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Turning Point

This is turning into a love letter
Days and days of passion
Breath.
Breath.
Emotion that has layers.
Unheard of.
Right?
Again, and again.
How can I turn this down?
Take me in.
Love me.
Please.
but who am I to speak?

Friday, February 12, 2010

Reactions.

Distractions.
I view you you differently in a daze
Someone I cant explain
Deformed in the most gorgeous way
Let me dream
Let me daze
This is meant for you
I am meant for you
Read this with hope...
I love you
I barley know you
I love you
but who am I to speak?

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Chase Me.

I should sail away.
It sounds nice doesnt it?
Not actually sailing away, but the phrase " I should sail away".
I dont know what to make of that, its expressing so many emotions.
I may sound crazy, yes?
Just look at it as me saying, " I feel like I could find passion in this
society by being away from it"
In other words, is this hell a wanted home?
A place that seems so horrible then when we escape, we're empty.
but who am I to speak?

Friday, February 5, 2010

I can be.

Hesitation.
Let me awash with blues,
stain me clean.
Ocean blue will do just fine.
I will not argue, honestly.
Gladly giving, hatefully taken.
Take me.
Drown me, I want to experiment.
The light looks so welcoming,
safety feels so far.
but who am I speak?

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Love To Be, Yes Most Certainly


I need space, time to express.
Leave me be, but let me die.
Erase me.
Let me be the Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
If you understand.
yes, please.
Save this moment for a prince charming.
I'm not worthy, we're not worthy.
but who am I to speak?

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Family Values

Charles Manson.
Struck deep with ambition.
Is he at fault?
wrong.
he is human.

The deepest always fall the furthest.
Myself in these shoes seems so easy.
but wouldnt that be true for anyone.
We are all at fault.
but who am I speak?

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

dry cut.

Lust.
What is this life you speak of?
Give me a reason to love.
Give me a reason for the lost.
Not for me, but them.
for them.
for them.
This is love.
This is lost.
Turn this into dirty, shady, wrong.
no, I am pure.
but who am i to speak?