The tender sole I once knew was dead, Now in its place is a cold hard stone of remembrance over the mangled body of my beloved. No one knew what it felt like to have his cold hard fingers wrap around your body, But now I feel nothing, I feel as cold and as dark… Continue reading Beloved
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Teardrops (poem)
I can feel them burning There threatening to expose I squint my eyes to hold them Yet one manages to roll It’s followed by another Pretty soon they’ll all explode They make me seem so helpless Insignificant, and small They make me feel like I’m lost
coldness
everything is so cold and gloomy everything is so depressing everything is so sad i wish i could just go to sleep adn never wake up
just another one of those things
This is what I’ve been reduced to. This is what I have become. What else can I think about? How can I get over it. My mother once told me I was less than the shit on the shoes of a prostitute.
A Genuflect for Salvation!
Even the sea has embraced the sun; and still I hear a silent prayer on my every dream. And Still I feel the spirit whose flames does not burn, whose heat does not hurt. Whose Fire within me does not die, as mine servant for the eye of desire.
Doll
This is the story of the ledge. I walked it once with Angeleyes. I walk it now alone and yes, my Angeleyes has died. “So what the wind?”, we used to laugh, “It’s not too brisk for two.”