Justice Prevails

Hmmm...do you feel it now?
Can you taste me on your lips?
Imagine my hair within your grip?
Dying to slip in between my hips?
Awe, what's the matter love?
Waiting ever so patiently
By the phone
Just for me?
Can't bare it?
Can't stand it?
Must pick up the phone
and dial my number?
Do your ears burn
When you hear my lack of concern?
Can't fathom the thought
Of my world being perfectly in order?
That I am capable of living
Without you?
Can't stand it?
Can't bare it any longer?
My attention
Affection
Avocations
Don't surround you.
Far too much time
Determination
And fortitude spent
Detaching from you.
I've reached the peak
Of my scale.
Waltzing in, you think
You can shake me down.
What is it you seek?
To always be sought?
I believe that may be.
For when your claws
Envelope and one
Begins to care
With flat palms and a blank stare
You dismiss what you hold dear.
To obtain the unobtainable.
The forbidden desire.
The closest you'll ever near me again.
Finally, I stick true to the
Proclamations I made.
Many people pine for
What they cannot have.
I was there.
Now you are.

Diseased

Rancid tastes overtake every inlet of my mouth.
The grotesque has a way of provoking saliva to thicken.
Dripping...dripping.
My god, I can taste him.
My throat dry; as if liquids haven't neared my lips in days.
Parasites infesting shrouds upon shrouds of flesh.
Absent.
Dormant.
Present...again.
Limbs grow numb.
My core begins to decay.
Cancerous kisses drink dry brittle bones.
Lying lips deliver deceit, curing qualms.
He it The Unforgiven.
He is the Devil's blood.
My feel-good scapegoat.
My deadliest sin.
It's time, this must end.
Grief stricken tears of insanity cloud my vision.
And scarlet droplets grace my face in his place. 

Hesitant

Spoken softly
sincerely
three words flood my ears.
Hearts hammer
harmoniously
exceeding high velocities.
Instantly indulging
impetuously
into romantic reveries.
Thoughts transform
tumbling
over spineless doubts.
Fear forms
focusing
upon the calendar day.
Moments measure
minutely
to our initial encounter.
Subsequently sentiments
seem
so hard to believe.
Dreading discovering
desires
outweigh authenticity.
Please present
phrases
only which you are certain.
Confine compassionate
comments
if emotions are hazy inside.
Resurrect recession
renouncing
misuse of the expression.
Abolish anxiety
assuring
your lips speak no lies.
Prove profound
prospects
of love actually exist.
Thus towering
the terror
and I will proclaim the same.

Logically Illogical

Butterflies and smiles.
          Your kiss killed the pain.
Rainbow skies across miles.
          Your touch stopped the rain.
Hopscotch and jump rope.
          You called out the little girl in me.
Sunshine and resurrected hope.
          You took away the lonely.

Passion and lust.
          Insane with a single kiss.
Love and trust.
          I felt it in your fingertips.
Fantasy and reality.
          You summon the mistress within.
Hopes and dreams.
          I share your vivid visions.

Candid and caring.
          Seems unbelievable.
Close without scaring.
          It never happens so.
Affection and devotion.
          I don't recall the last.
Satisfaction an emotion.
          Warm the cold of the past.

Right now and here.
          I sit in a daze.
Instilled with fear.
          You beat the maze.
Terrified and hesitant.
          Too good to be true.
Nagging cognizant.
          Death by you.

Homicide and desolation.
          If it not be.
Loathing and destruction.
          Created by me.
Falling and fading.
          So difficult to restrain.
Heart...are you listening?
          It's vital you overpower brain

Magnum Opus

Painter's hands.
Lover's eyes.
Something amazing
hidden inside.
Just a few hours
on the clock.
Grant them to me.
Undividedly...please.
Curious to see
if my eyes deceive me.
So long since
I've felt this
hunger in the pit
of my stomach.
Churning, swirling.
You make me ache.
I see the passion
in your heart.
And art...
in your bones.
Reveal to me
your masterpiece.
And search for
my mysteries.

Shortfalls and Flaws

Hazel eyes said to mesmerize.
Could kill me, be the end of me.
Standing before her, filled with disgust.
Picking away at each flaw, no matter how small.
Not enough definition within her jaw.
Too much fat beneath the skin.
Her bottom lip swallows the top.
The fore of her head could afford to be a bit smaller.
Even so, the hairline sits too far back on the scalp.
Her nose should be slanted downward slightly further.
It really couldn’t hurt for her to be a touch taller either.
Glaring down upon her as if she were worthless.
She just stands there, staring back.
Primping, prodding, poking and pouting.
It's never enough...it's never perfect...nor will it be.
Trying so desperately...despairingly...to hide the flaws.
Fingers extend, pulling the hair into her face.
Burying herself in glitter, glimmer, glamor and gray.
Artless...not so...but mostly to hide and conceal herself.
Here, the only place her insecurities stripped naked and exposed.
How much she detests the mirror that hangs in her room.
A single tear cuts my cheek when I see her mouth, frame the phrase
..."You are me." 

My Decree

I released my grasp tonight.
Ever ending the stride between you and I.
The emotional knot in my gut swings from a noosed rope.
Upon your excuses and lies, I will no longer choke.
I watch as my feelings for you slowly die.
Even the anger and resentment subside.
Closing my ears to your every word.
This time it's truly over; rest assured.

My eyes shall no longer shed razorblades for you.
Though I can only try to keep the words I write, from being crude.
For as dim as the light may become, I can't deny, the fire will forever reside.
At best, I must restrain the blazing flames from scorching my insides.
You...you are the reason I push so many away.
It is because of you, I cannot trust what they proclaim.

Tonight I placed my heart in an iron box.
Secured it tight with chains and locks.
I placed the box within a casket.
Buried it deep beneath the earth's gasket.
I find it be fitting there, in no man's land.
Far from the destruction of lover's hands.
Maybe one day someone will come along, holding the key.
Ready and willing to unearth the box and rescue me.

My whole world is upsidedown....

Mike Bohatch Image: Portal Guard. Original blurb.

The guard never ceases to loiter about...enclosing the light.

Hovering over the holes of my crux, simply out of spite.

Putrid flavors of blood have filled his watering mouth, too long.

He strives to keep me safe from harm...he keeps me calm.

He meant to decipher divinity from iniquity, but has forgotten how.

...Upon the shoulders of the sentinel within, my fears will lay.

...Those without ulterior motives, never try to reach in anyway.

Thought for the day: I hate people

"I was so relieved to see Davey Havok wearing a VnV Nation shirt, the other day on (insert show here). That means it's okay for me to like AFI then."

What...the...fuck?!?

This is a little coffee shop stalker I have. Labels himself goth. Look's like one of Manson's rejects. Thick, thick, thick....black eye makeup and lipstck. Smells to high heaven. Thinks he has some kind of image or status to uphold. His entire obsession with me is based upon the color of my hair and my looks. He's a twit. I try so hard not to be mean, but it is REALLY hard. He wants to get the word "vanity" tattooed on his chest backwards, so he can read it in the mirror. Ugh. Worry about taking a god damn shower.

Anyway, back to my original point. He's a twit. I can't stand people like that. Tired of everyone trying to prove how goth or punk they are and disprove everyone else. Did you all forget the fucking point of subcultures to begin with? Acceptance. You hate everyone that doesn't look like you or think like you. Good job. Who cares? I can get down with anyone's ideas, beliefs, etc....so long as they are not a.) shoving them down my throat b.) intelligent enough to make sense.

Get a clue. Like what you like, because you like it. Wear what you like, because you like it. Listen to what you like, because you like it. Fuck the trends. Screw everyone else. Be yourself. Stop trying to be something you're not. Stop trying to fit the stereotype, then bitch about being stereotyped. Figure out what your thing is, do it and be comfortable with it. We get one life, live it. If you don't know, take the time to figure it out and get to know yourself. You'll probably be much happier. Educate yourself and get some fucking substance. Most importantly, think before you speak. Trust me, you need to.

P.s. I'm aware of my irony.

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