The drapes never fit this room.
The drapes never fit your womb.
And she stole the cradle
and with it the world.
Prostitues knew before she had a clue
about the infant growing swollen like
her belly.
and if time played it's cards
you'd know life beginning was not so far
away from the reasons she should have said no
In the back of a car
drunk and smitten
man caressing her bare sides
offering her a ride
into an exsistance she could never deny
now that this baby was inside
of her
becoming
real.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Work brings Freedom
She was kidnapped by her doppelganger.
Strangled behind the loveseat in the home of a paramour,
Disguised as a stiff suit with blackjack eyes.
Ah, yes, those dancing orbs she called eyelids.
Blinking misfortune, something like ten million to one.
You'd think her burning hair would wear her head like the grande finale'
But no. No. No.
She just laid there.. fear escaping her lips like whimpers of help.
The enemies gates slamming shut, with her inside.
She is unreachable.
Her body strung up like a Auschwitz ballerina.
The fields cause seizures within her mind.
Hands bleeding as they rub off on the pole
"Arbeit macht frei."
Strangled behind the loveseat in the home of a paramour,
Disguised as a stiff suit with blackjack eyes.
Ah, yes, those dancing orbs she called eyelids.
Blinking misfortune, something like ten million to one.
You'd think her burning hair would wear her head like the grande finale'
But no. No. No.
She just laid there.. fear escaping her lips like whimpers of help.
The enemies gates slamming shut, with her inside.
She is unreachable.
Her body strung up like a Auschwitz ballerina.
The fields cause seizures within her mind.
Hands bleeding as they rub off on the pole
"Arbeit macht frei."
Pieds Parlants
Curled toes to the sky, praying for saliva.
Bathed by the twisted idea of the hair on the back of your neck standing up.
My goodness..
What have I done?
No one answered.
Bathed by the twisted idea of the hair on the back of your neck standing up.
My goodness..
What have I done?
No one answered.
The end.
Her hair fell down her face like the end of yesterday's symphony.
Magically tied together by the qualms twirling in their stomach,
She begged for tongues to wither in her mouth as she exhaled.
No one would understand the meaning of her truth until she died.
And as the Pharaohs of her past came echoing out of her throat.
She washed them back down with bourbon and prescription medication.
Foaming at the mouth, she smiled in the mirror.
Laying her head on her pillow, eyes memorizing the ceiling.
Waltzing with images of marrow and wonder if she will make it.
Hoping she won't.
But has she really?
Magically tied together by the qualms twirling in their stomach,
She begged for tongues to wither in her mouth as she exhaled.
No one would understand the meaning of her truth until she died.
And as the Pharaohs of her past came echoing out of her throat.
She washed them back down with bourbon and prescription medication.
Foaming at the mouth, she smiled in the mirror.
Laying her head on her pillow, eyes memorizing the ceiling.
Waltzing with images of marrow and wonder if she will make it.
Hoping she won't.
But has she really?
Sweet Dreams
My eyes scanned your legs like scarabs in the womb.
Defying what is time, and sending your head back.
Chin pointed to the sky, tongue lapping the nape of your neck.
Eager sighs of ecstacy, born and awake like a screaming child.
Hands drifting up, and back down, slow rythm.
Your bottom lip begging for more as I twirled my finger around..
What we called "yours", as mine soaked the sheets.
One hand wandering behind your back, manuvering the holster of your breasts
My eyes meet yours one last time..
And the gun I held to the back of your head went off.
Death came quivering in, as shock drained from your face.
Your blood decorating my thighs like an envelope of red silk.
and I knew what I had done.
Goodnight my lover.
Defying what is time, and sending your head back.
Chin pointed to the sky, tongue lapping the nape of your neck.
Eager sighs of ecstacy, born and awake like a screaming child.
Hands drifting up, and back down, slow rythm.
Your bottom lip begging for more as I twirled my finger around..
What we called "yours", as mine soaked the sheets.
One hand wandering behind your back, manuvering the holster of your breasts
My eyes meet yours one last time..
And the gun I held to the back of your head went off.
Death came quivering in, as shock drained from your face.
Your blood decorating my thighs like an envelope of red silk.
and I knew what I had done.
Goodnight my lover.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Acquaintances
Have you ever took a look back at yourself throughout the years?
I grew up in a computer age, and my prior selves seem to still linger on the Internet.
Through google I was able to find pictures of myself, myself naked, my writing, my old user names, and my old tastes and likes... How bizarre.
Well nice to meet you.
I'm what you have become.
Nothing is sacred. Not even time.
Not anymore.
[ What am I without the bruises? ]
I grew up in a computer age, and my prior selves seem to still linger on the Internet.
Through google I was able to find pictures of myself, myself naked, my writing, my old user names, and my old tastes and likes... How bizarre.
Well nice to meet you.
I'm what you have become.
Nothing is sacred. Not even time.
Not anymore.
[ What am I without the bruises? ]
Friday, June 26, 2009
Scapegoat
It slipped between the cracks
Like raw sand and hands mended together by thoughts we never kept.
Secretly disposed of by the twilight of night
and if you looked inside the hole, you'd notice the girl staring back.
Eyes glistening something pretty,
Like tiny moons casting over the dark sky, blue.
And if you knew her so well, how did she fall?
How did it get past you all?
As she drown in the floorboards of a house you never meant to own.
In a basement where lies lay their eggs to hatch
and draw back
before she notices you're gone
Because she will.
She will.
Like raw sand and hands mended together by thoughts we never kept.
Secretly disposed of by the twilight of night
and if you looked inside the hole, you'd notice the girl staring back.
Eyes glistening something pretty,
Like tiny moons casting over the dark sky, blue.
And if you knew her so well, how did she fall?
How did it get past you all?
As she drown in the floorboards of a house you never meant to own.
In a basement where lies lay their eggs to hatch
and draw back
before she notices you're gone
Because she will.
She will.
Just in case
And your toes never pointed quite to the sky,
Mirroring the truth, disguised by women torn up with dispair.
Pirouettes of yesterdays ballets, broken foot and swollen ankle.
Held up to the sun, bent on turning the scaffolding into a Kangaroo court.
The babies out, the bathwater too, and now we have a tub to drown our sorrows in.
Slit wrists interupted by seismic waves of distress.
Flailing arms fell victim to the passing train,
screams echoeing through this empty station.
Ghost of past remind us now the present is just as bad.
And if you sit and listen long enough
These walls speak, in tongues of our entangled lifes.
We are all the same, in the dark.
Noose around your neck, just waiting.
I once knew a man who kept cyanide capsules in his briefcase
He worked on wallstreet.
When asked why, he said.
"Just in case"
Mirroring the truth, disguised by women torn up with dispair.
Pirouettes of yesterdays ballets, broken foot and swollen ankle.
Held up to the sun, bent on turning the scaffolding into a Kangaroo court.
The babies out, the bathwater too, and now we have a tub to drown our sorrows in.
Slit wrists interupted by seismic waves of distress.
Flailing arms fell victim to the passing train,
screams echoeing through this empty station.
Ghost of past remind us now the present is just as bad.
And if you sit and listen long enough
These walls speak, in tongues of our entangled lifes.
We are all the same, in the dark.
Noose around your neck, just waiting.
I once knew a man who kept cyanide capsules in his briefcase
He worked on wallstreet.
When asked why, he said.
"Just in case"
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Blow
Pick up those pieces... and throw them to the wind.
Watch the dust fly, past your eyes..
Into the night.
Watch the dust fly, past your eyes..
Into the night.
Sway
If I can't save myself, who will?
I'm at the ledge, and the updraft is causing me to sway.
Yikes, how the fuck did I end up here again.
My mind shifts between reality and fantasy.. My heart aches and yet I don't know why.
Slice Slice Slice Slice. Sigh.
I feel like I put myself here, on this chopping block.
Yet why am I the one holding the cleaver?
...And I still don't know how the fuck I got here.
I'm at the ledge, and the updraft is causing me to sway.
Yikes, how the fuck did I end up here again.
My mind shifts between reality and fantasy.. My heart aches and yet I don't know why.
Slice Slice Slice Slice. Sigh.
I feel like I put myself here, on this chopping block.
Yet why am I the one holding the cleaver?
...And I still don't know how the fuck I got here.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Tick Tock Tick Tock
The times when you heart sinks to far to your feet your can feel the rocks pressing against it on the ground are the times that make me the happiest.
Not at that moment, of course..
But to know that something can scare me that much reminds me that I am alive.
And that is what I am, alive.
You may not believe it, I know, but it's true! I swear!!!
I won't vomit blood on your pretty new dress, there will be no shooting me in the head.
Unless you feel so compelled (But please don't, I like my head very much.)
My life is currently filled with exciting and scary situations. :)
And if you know me, then you know I could not be more ecstatic about it.
New and amazing people are rushing into my life and hopefully they'll be around for awhile.
And old amazing people are coming back my way to be amazing with me! YAY!
I've found comfort lately in knowing that when life cuts you short, selling your qualities for sanctuary is simply not an option, but when you can fake it... Fake it so well, even you believe it.
I'm believing it. And for those who deserve the magical middle finger, let me take this time to say the biggest Fuck you. In the Ass. Suck my Dick. Choke on it. That's right. I Hate you.
Okay :) I'm better now.
and if you're reading this, that wasn't for you.. teehee. ^_^
SOOOOOO What's new?
I've discovered masturbating is the best medicine. Have a headache? Masturbate!
Dying of lymphoma, masturbate and go to a doctor. But masturbate first. This way, you'll at least be pleased whilst awaiting the results. And when all else fails and the *shit* hits the fan, masturbate with the doctor. :) But only if he or she is attractive.
What else?
Um... OH! I've discovered I love music more than I knew. Which is quite silly because this isn't something new for me. I knew this for quite awhile. But I am completely transfixed with the gorgeous Karen O and her amazing moaning-esque segment in "Zero" on the albums "It's Blitz" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs...If you want to hear some good, exciting music, I highly recommend this song.
I've started drinking coffee.. :( I feel as if this is a downslide for me. Next you'll find me in the parking lot blowing hobos for pennies for my next fix of meth.. Okay, guys, hear me out. If that happens.. Please do shoot me in the head. :D
But yeah, coffee and I finally agree and my stomach was like "Alright, but you can only play together once a day or else I'm putting a stop to it."..So basically if I acceed more than 1 cup a day I vomit all over the place... Which is not only disgusting but uncomfortable for me.
I've started writing again, and I finally got a book of my poetry published.. Which is exciting to say the least. If you are truely interested, contact me on here..
Til then, Ta-ta.
-V
Not at that moment, of course..
But to know that something can scare me that much reminds me that I am alive.
And that is what I am, alive.
You may not believe it, I know, but it's true! I swear!!!
I won't vomit blood on your pretty new dress, there will be no shooting me in the head.
Unless you feel so compelled (But please don't, I like my head very much.)
My life is currently filled with exciting and scary situations. :)
And if you know me, then you know I could not be more ecstatic about it.
New and amazing people are rushing into my life and hopefully they'll be around for awhile.
And old amazing people are coming back my way to be amazing with me! YAY!
I've found comfort lately in knowing that when life cuts you short, selling your qualities for sanctuary is simply not an option, but when you can fake it... Fake it so well, even you believe it.
I'm believing it. And for those who deserve the magical middle finger, let me take this time to say the biggest Fuck you. In the Ass. Suck my Dick. Choke on it. That's right. I Hate you.
Okay :) I'm better now.
and if you're reading this, that wasn't for you.. teehee. ^_^
SOOOOOO What's new?
I've discovered masturbating is the best medicine. Have a headache? Masturbate!
Dying of lymphoma, masturbate and go to a doctor. But masturbate first. This way, you'll at least be pleased whilst awaiting the results. And when all else fails and the *shit* hits the fan, masturbate with the doctor. :) But only if he or she is attractive.
What else?
Um... OH! I've discovered I love music more than I knew. Which is quite silly because this isn't something new for me. I knew this for quite awhile. But I am completely transfixed with the gorgeous Karen O and her amazing moaning-esque segment in "Zero" on the albums "It's Blitz" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs...If you want to hear some good, exciting music, I highly recommend this song.
I've started drinking coffee.. :( I feel as if this is a downslide for me. Next you'll find me in the parking lot blowing hobos for pennies for my next fix of meth.. Okay, guys, hear me out. If that happens.. Please do shoot me in the head. :D
But yeah, coffee and I finally agree and my stomach was like "Alright, but you can only play together once a day or else I'm putting a stop to it."..So basically if I acceed more than 1 cup a day I vomit all over the place... Which is not only disgusting but uncomfortable for me.
I've started writing again, and I finally got a book of my poetry published.. Which is exciting to say the least. If you are truely interested, contact me on here..
Til then, Ta-ta.
-V
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