Page Truth

I couldn't imagine a moment

Sweeter

Than someone who will explore the world

With me

Finding time to figure out who I am

What I represent

How I view the world

What I do, how I feel

What I feel...

How I see him, in himself

Than to figure out my sex

The pink substance

That he found access to

And traveled through its virgin walls

Breaking them down, ripping them open

Racing time to find...my pleasure

Somewhere I am not

I am buried in my own soul

Feasting on my heart

Poet's corner 

I live in my feelings

Surrounded by them

Clouds of them

And those that rain

But no one's interested in my story

I tell it with my emotions...

And no one wants to deal with an emotional person

Or maybe they just can't handle it

Is what I tell myself..

But sometimes you have to go through 

Rough patches to make it into the clear

The clear of my love

And so much that I could give to him

If only, I was given a chance

A chance to show how amazing I am

A chance to show that I am not

The same girl that would break his heart

For no apparent reason...

The same girl who will lust for you

And him too.

So when searching for the other half of your heart

I am not right in front of your eyes

I'm farther in...

You just have to find me...

Apartment

There are so many things I wish I could have told you that day
So at least you knew how I felt
About you
That moment you put your lips on mine
I wish you could have held me a little longer
And listened to my thoughts
Instead of spilling my heart to a dirty, battered pillow
Wet with my tears
Overdosed with my embraces
Tight embraces
Maybe you could understand why it hurts so much to see you go ....
Why it hurts so much to lose a part of me I let you have...
Even if it was just an expedition
And not the full ride...
There are so many things I wish I could have made apparent to you
That maybe you didn't see...
Intimacy...growing on your skin
As our hands entwined...
As all of your weight laid upon me
Comfortably...
As my arms wrapped around you
Possessively...tightly
As your fingertips felt my soul
Lightly
As we came as one
Chest to chest...
Maybe you didn't feel my love growing on you
As I called you my baby
My potential....you were going to be my king
My everything
Maybe you didn't feel those late night conversations
How close I felt myself getting to your heart...
A place no other could have
Maybe you didn't realize how hard I fought for you...
Just to be in your interest...
Just to cross your mind...
And maybe I didn't care
whether you wanted me or not
Just for a night
Hours of your love would have been enough
So tell me you love me baby
And take all that I have left...
And in the morning you can send me on my way
Tell me you love me baby
Tell me how much I mean to you
Tell me I'm your everything
Tell me I'm all yours
Let me have your heart
And I promise in the morning...
You can send me on my way...
And...I'll be on my way...

Nostalgia

He grows with each passing second
From my thoughts, sentiments
Through the roots of my hair
Flowing to split strands
With two places to go
Casting in my hands
That bore his radiant skin
Prurient for me
Like hungry animals in a meadow
And they trace his backbone
Origin of strength that envelopes me
In his arms
He plants a rose on my lips
Opening petals in sync
With the weathers of the spring, summer
Changing seasons
I hold him close
So close he could feel my heart beating
My life into him
Love into him
Breath into him
Soul and death into him
For he is the death of me
Strip my immaculacy
Left naked
Wet thighs and tender breasts
Exhibited to the world
And leaves no trace
But the reminiscence of his tongue
As he soothed my neck
And his hands
Fingertips-sauntering hills and valleys
Circumferences and interiors
His alluring voice
Whispering in my ear
Music and melodies holds no interest
His precious smile
Liquefying me as he spreads
Those sumptuous lips
All of him
Left residual on my skin
Nostalgic in my mind...
I miss him , morbidly...

Liberation

Sorrow is a sad song that some of us sing
Pursuing towards a free but no freedom bell rings
Most of our mouths speak we have a dream
Because dream(s) aren't woven into lost seams
Heartbreaks and headaches is an everyday thing
Thus the sorrow in our lyrics...the melodies we sing...
From those times he stole the makeup of our lips
And anesthetic Fridays are the nights he trip
Trips and sank ships or should we call them defenseless guards...
He'd spare us our virginity if we played the right card...
Nobody cared to listen, when we screamed at the peak of our lungs...
Couldn't escape his hard rock--vessel of what kept him sprung
Nobody cared to listen, until we picked up that gun
Cold hard steel against one man who had none...
Nothing, to save himself from our "who give's a shit" mentality
This is a mortal thing, combat couldn't spare your fatality
Who's to blame for the destruction of our vanity
You took away our beauty, we took away our sanity
Shiner on both eyes and irregular shaped colored lips
Tonight is not one of those nights we run trips
Tonight is sorrowful Sunday, the night you will reap
Morning comes and no one weeps
There will never be a time when our sorrowful songs end
We will sing behind cell bars, though we make no amends
One day we shall pursue the remains of our free
Until then, no existence there is of a freedom bell ring...

Masquerade

She sculpts a mask
Fit to mold her face, but hide her image
She paints her eyes, colors to intensify what they wanna see
She licks her lips--red--stained on his collar
She pulls on a tight-fitted skirt
With eyes that look up and see her split
And hands that crawl up her skin
Electric circuits racing up her spine
Dressed to undress
And those senses of desire
Open up her pores, open her legs
And she lies vertically
As he makes his climb, culminating
And her red lips drain from life
As he steals her kisses
Fading into the depths of sleep
and
She escapes the pain that they wanna see

She sculpts a mask
Fit to mold her face, but hide her image
She paints her eyes, colors to highlight what they wanna see
She bites her lip....sex....vandalized on her body
She rocks her hips and sways
As the melody drowns her completely
With eyes that look up and see her split
And tempted hands that crawl up her skin
Money pours like summer rain showers
As she slides down the pole
Eyes, contacting her victim to take home
Electric circuits racin up her spine
Dressed to undress
And those senses of desire
Open up her pores, spreads her legs
And she lies vertically
As he makes his climb, culminating
And her red lips drain from life
He steals her kisses
Fading into the depths of sleep
And she escapes the pain that they wanna see

She sculpts a mask
Fit to mold her face, but hide her image
She paints her face with dark eyes and sunken cheeks
Wears away with bones and disease
She pulls up her jeans
With cold eyes that cut and split
And syringes that pierce her skin
Injects her with poison
Dressed to undress
Those senses of desire fade away
As she opens her pores and opens her legs
And she lies vertically, lifelessly
As he makes his climb, culminating
Red lips on his collar, drains from life
As he steals her kisses
She bleeds...into a corpse's coma
Fading into the depths of sleep
Escaping the pain
Because she wanted to maintain the image
They wanted to see...

Skin

His mind
It wraps around my body
Like his hands are tempted to touch
They curve my figure as his eyes
Lick my lips that he loves so much
He searches for my innocence
At hand to take
He breathes, cold residual breath
Makes me shake
He strips me naked, and reflects my image
Running laps in my warm, welcoming lake
He sees me, no other than the form in which I lie
While he sleeps, I lay and leave my eyes to cry
Because what I feel for him, he will never know
And he will never understand why I stooped so low
To feel close to his love then I ever been
And I would do it twice, three times, and again
To feel his breath lingering on my skin
To feel his arms embrace me when....
I need him the most, but he is just my friend
But I pray for the night to never end
And if you ask me I would do it all over again
Morning awakens, yellow sun brimming my eyes
He pulls up his jeans and still I lie
Under covers, hoping he would come to notice
The love we made gained love to know this
However, even if years come to pass
He still wouldn't understand why I wrote this
He slips on his shirt, slides in his shoes
He's off to explore new waters, and I'm old news
And I lie there, clutching the covers that his body heated
Last night still residual on these sheets and
To ask me, I would do it twice, three times, and over again
To feel close to his love then I ever been
Last night still residual, marinated in my skin
I bathe in transgression, though I'm not washing my sin...
The love we made, gained love to know this
Years come to pass
And he still doesn't know why I wrote this...

Essence of Losing

to find the essence of what we have lost...
we must determine its character..
individuality..
purpose...why we have suffered such deficits
why we are known to limit ourselves to only one option
when other opportunities
better opportunities
life-changing
neck-hanging contingencies
are at hand...
why we hold on to broken pieces
knowing there is no solidity
to bring them back together
but still we have hope...
hopes in things that
will never be
could never be
should never be
would never be
never would have been
never could have been
never should have been
there...
in a form of touch...
communication...
a loss of faith
that fades away
with false promises...
a loss of trust
that burns away
with the heat of lies...
a loss of one self...
that diminishes
in the depths of depression
where is the beauty of losing
if nothing is gained...
why does pleasure
carry the countenance of pain
what is the beauty of losing....
when the essence of life has been lost...