Sunday, December 22, 2002

Detest You

Ears of steel.
Eyes of fire.
Sewn limbs.
Unchained tongue.
Cryptic heart.
Brutal thoughts.
Crimson shadows.
Lie here.
Like me.
Feel it!
How is it?
Dead inside.
Yet still alive.
...You did this. 

Sunday, December 1, 2002

Leave Me Here World

Leave me here world.
Allow me to lie stationary.
I want nothing to do with this day.
Grant me the peace of residing in my lover's arms.
Here, I am free from worries...free from harm.

Leave me here world.
Take me away not from the warmth of his hands.
But release me from the coldness of your lands.
Do not make the sweetness of his kiss, sour.
Please stop time from spinning past this hour.

Leave me here world.
Let me lie here with him, my mind is at ease.
Must you insist upon disregarding my pleas?
Do not deprive me of resting where my heart is content.
Just once, let me enjoy a second of life without your constant torment.


Please...leave me here world...just simply leave me be! 

Saturday, October 12, 2002

Silence

I know all I need to; it is visible within your hesitance.
Your sudden coldness has robbed me of our intimate acquaintance.
Pain compels my innermost thoughts to await your divergence.
Still, animosity gives me strength to walk away without repentance.
I am finished with your ignorance and resistance.
Evidence exhibits the inept possibility of coexistence.
Exhausted by the thrashings of your indifference.
I am not senseless; I know the precedents of each pretense.
Release me from the awareness of your existence.
Assist me with your demise this instance.
I must acquire the distance of your every essence.
I wish not to be within inches of your malicious presence.
Though anger craves vengeance, it will come with reminiscence.
Retract all the emptiness you imposed and give me your silence.
Do not hound me any longer with your egocentric persistence.
Pitch your shit to another, I have lost all patience. 

Sunday, October 6, 2002

Empty Shell

His eccentricity disappeared tonight.
Heaved the mask from which he hid.
The one who stands before me is unrecognizable.
It cannot be my love, my friend; he could not be so morbid.

You disgust me, I did not fall for this...this...thing that meets my sight.
It was a unique and multifaceted soul that attained my adoration.
Sadly, I was misguided to trust I knew your true face after all these years.
Either you played a role in a show or your character took on alteration.

When remorse and empathy consume you, do not bother crying out.
Deaf to anything that slips through your crooked little teeth.
Reflect then, upon the shallow, inconceivable words you proclaimed.
So finicky, yet you do not deserve someone from even the lowest heath.

I guess I had you mistaken for someone else.
Someone who gave a damn about something besides himself.
You are but an empty shell of what I thought you to be.
All correlations have subsided; just offer me the absence of your petty self.

Thursday, October 3, 2002

Overlooked Spirit

We lay here beneath the sapphire sky, where our hearts are forever outspoken.
The moon illuminates the heavens perfectly, as does the glow of the fire upon your face.

Our eyes fix themselves upon the stars as we speak of theories and beliefs.
The fire calms, autumn chills bring me closer to your warmth.

Your eyes target mine while your lips move slightly...sound does not follow.
Hesitation allows silence to crash our conversation.

Do not say it...I know you, I know what you are thinking...please keep it to yourself.
Do not verbalize the feelings you sense tonight, because tomorrow they will vanish.

I know you are not in love with me...do not ruin this night by questioning that.
There wouldn't be inquiries or doubts to ponder, if you loved me.

Your indecisive charades are more than just tearing me apart.
I am constantly sinking in the torment of you.

Oblivion must have stolen your sight, since the pain has painted itself upon my face.
You finish my sentences, yet are blind to all emotions exemplified towards you.

Do not look at me with such intensity; it only fills my heart with hope.
Do not come too close; I promise I will crumble in your hands.

You have no right to wonder why I am not in your arms tonight.
It is you, who continues to build the walls of your heart's fortress.

My soul lied within each attempt made to express my love for you.
Unappreciated efforts followed by unemotional reactions.

You wish to dismiss loneliness, yet love seems to be an unbearable hell.
I never knew the devil would give the world to see you smile.

Do not speak of sentiments now; it is much too late.
Do not reach for me now that I'm gone; I am too far away.

It is impossible; you just cannot love with one foot already outside the doorway.
Consequently, this passionate persona no longer holds vacancy for common tepid creatures.

I gave myself to you entirely, only to gain mirrored measures of disregard.
How heart wrenching it is to love someone so significantly, who feels nothing in return.

I cannot allow my overlooked spirit to revel in this non-existent romance any longer.
No more mazes or hurdles, at this moment, please know my love has been revoked.   

Tuesday, September 24, 2002

Addiction

Demure eyes turn and just fall short of vicious.
An innocent smile; suddenly malicious.

That sinful stare burns through my flesh.
Straight to the beating inside my chest.

Sultry fingers lose themselves in the mess of my hair.
Your touch leaves my mind blank and body bare.

Winter cherries flavor your kiss.
Poison tongued, I lay filled with bliss.

You are an irresistible addiction in demand.
Soon to be weak, clutched in the palm of your hungry little hand.

Anything so amazing has to entail a wicked strategy.
I must fight the hunger now and overcome this lustful dependency. 

Monday, August 26, 2002

Dressings of Expression

In a daze, staring at naked paper once again.
Wanting to clothe it with emotions, tailored in black ink.
Scatter brained, I cannot make my thoughts coincide.

You approach the entryway of my mind and situate yourself on the outside.
You will not get through the barriers I have built for the past ten years.
Never again will my heart control my mind when your fatherless essence draws near.
My hand will not play translator for the two any longer.

Still I sit with a blank gaze, tying to pour out feelings trapped within me.
Why am I incapable of smothering a lifeless tree with meaningful expression?
Empty headed, I reach for a time when I was entirely content with life.

Days of being young and naive come back to me.
Games our juvenile minds' created to fill the sunlight hours.
We imagined growing up together and staying friends forever.
Children are so innocently simplistic, they believe in only the best of everything.

My eyes fall out of focus as the words begin to dance in a murky haze.
Delusion creates a harmonious piece of work, yet its ambiance is vacant.
I cannot set my sight on any one particular notion.

Thoughts of the one gone astray and various heartaches flash before my heavy eyes.
I would take my last breath to consume the sensations of love once again.
I come by only those who inflict pain and hide behind false faces.
All the pain has weathered, yet still I weep in waiting for the one I cannot find.

Exhausted now, concentration slips through the grasp of my feeble fist.
Hours of darkness hush as daybreak screams out for me to pursue slumber.
My frustration subsides...just as adequately as this canvas is dressed...I can rest.

Tuesday, August 20, 2002

Just Another Body

Awake now, I lie in daylight darkness.
Anger thumps inside my head.
Sadness slashes the back of my eyelids.
My icy cheek kisses the sorrow upon my pillow.
Swollen eyed, my vision is cloudy.
Drenched tissues clasped between my fingers still.
The night's misery has all but suffocated me.
I am capable only of taking one airless breath after another.

I refuse to let myself endure this nonsense any longer.
I sit up in bed, take a deep breath and wipe the black from under my eyes.
There is no definition between you and the others, please do not kid yourself.
You are just another body to toss aside with those who have deceived me.
Beaten down by your selfishness without warning, even so, I will not welcome defeat.
I will find all that I deserve as you ponder the mindless lies that rolled off your tongue.
Then reality will force regrets upon your lips as you long for all you have abandoned.
Smiles will light my face as you bask in the loneliness your idiocy has created.

Sunday, August 18, 2002

Take With You, These Words

The last second has struck on the clock.
You are ready for life's next stepping block.

Where do I begin now that summer's end is here?
What do I say to a friend I hold so dear?

….The journey you are about to embark upon, may seem overwhelming at times.
Nevertheless, be strong, continue on and you will be just fine.

Grow, make yourself, and have a blast.
Be afraid not to move on, but to forget your past.

Make new friends, but do not forget the ones from which you part.
Hold each and every memory, old and new, close to your heart.

Remember your family, all the fun times and talks shared with friends.
Know that leaving does not mean any of this must come to an end.

Take heed in everything and anything that you do.
Yet, do not be afraid to try something new.

Experience life and all it has to offer to its boundless extent.
And never let anyone have control over your mind-set.

You are loved and cherished by so many for all that you have grown to be.
So, always remember that and never let anyone tell you differently….

Take with you these words of comfort and advice.
Consider them, but know that only your decisions will suffice.

No matter what is to come, when you need someone, I swear to always be there.
And every time you read this, let it be a reminder of just how much I care.

Wednesday, June 12, 2002

Serenity

Darling.
Come unto me.
Embrace me in your grasp.
Restrain my mind from wakefulness.
Poised dreams. 

Saturday, May 4, 2002

Rare Chemisty

Our eyes meet, together our lips dance.

Instantaneously, words have less than a chance.

My body quivers with each and every kiss, so tender and slow.

The passion between us tends to naturally flow.

In every aspect, the rare chemistry we share overwhelms me.

I cannot help but to release my emotions physically.

Finally, I am free and fearless to love once again.

And with you I share myself, my affection and everything I have, my friend.

Look into my eyes and you will find it is not untrue.

I am more than head over heels in love with you. 

Friday, April 26, 2002

Goodbye Letter

Hello Father.
How are you?
Never-mind, I don't care.
I only have one reason for writing you today.
I am saying goodbye.
Yes, that's right.
I am done with you.
God knows I have waited for you.
Waited for you to call....
for you to make amends....
for you to keep a promise for once.
Well, I am saying goodbye to all of your lies....
to all of your false promises....
and to your lack of concern.
I will NOT cry even ONE more tear for you, I refuse.
I am tired of you jumping in and out of my life when it is convenient for YOU.
Don't bother.
Just leave me alone, completely.
Don't worry, I am doing just fine without you.
I have a step-dad that is twice the father than YOU have EVER been.
Oh, that's right, you NEVER worry about me anyway.
You will never know what you have done to me.
So sad.
The one man in the whole world that should love me endlessly, does not even care enough to call.
I have been hurt many, many times, but NO ONE has ever made me feel so unloved.
That's the ONE thing you ARE good at.
Thank God for Mom, without her, who knows where I would be now.
Do you know what is even sadder than that.
I cannot think of ONE good memory of you.
I swear, not one.
You have missed out on so much.
I have grown into a fine young women.
With no thanks to you of course.
I have tried various times to make amends with you, but you just do not care.
So now, I am writing YOU off.
This WILL BE the last time I acknowledge your existence.

Are you hurt now?
Are you crying?
Ha, I highly doubt it.
BUT, if you are...GOOD.
NOW, you feel HALF of what I have felt everyday of my life.
And NOW, I do not care.
Goodbye Pete.

P.S. Call Grandma. She cries on the phone every time we talk, because you don't call or visit her. It's bad enough you are a dead beat dad, but Grandma does not deserve to be treated the way you treat me.