Goodbye…

 

It must have taken him a lot of courage

To muster up just that one word

 

Not even a thousand of the loudest whispers

Could hide the fact

That my energy was too big for his room

He will try

And he will try hard

 

But his heart will never let him forget

My tear drops become a puddle

A puddle becomes a river

A river becomes an ocean

An ocean becomes emotion

Until I am at the bottom of the sea
***

 Quietly
***

 Speaking to the spirits

While crying

Crocodile Tears

She was the tear drop that birthed from my eye

That made my smile feel like fire

And cheek bones bloody from desires twisted wire

Cutting beneath how long its been

Purposely planting weeds

That grows vines underneath my skin

She was the crooked laughter

After the last chapter

That made water into rain

And made the journey feel like the deserts terrain

She was the tear drop in my eye

That made winter hot

And summer too cold

She was a tormented thought

Of being 20 years to old

She was the means to two ends

Shrouding knots for a dying amend

She was the ghost in my curve filled eyes

Who should live if I should die?

She was the teardrop inside my crooked laughter

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I felt his heart beat

And all I could imagine was my teeth ripping into this delicious meat

I smelled his blood mixed with the rain

And I felt his blood moving slowly through his vein

I felt my blood lust ooze from his kiss

My mouth watered and saliva fell from my lips

This town has long time been warned

The human that once lived in me

It seems like an eternity

And I still mourn

And so I walk with the dammed

Feeding off of the living

Sacrificial lambs

I have been 17 for over five hundred years

And there is nothing that scales this earth that I fear

He is human

And I am a vampire

My blood lust far exceeds

Even my strongest desires

 

But I love him

I bite him

And I loathe myself

And I will him

To never remember me

 

OK SO I WATCHED ALL THREE SEASONS OF THE VAMPIRED

DIARIES ON NETFLIX AND FELL IN LOVE

WITH THE SHOW

I’M HOOKED!

My heart has been suctioned from my chest

Unfortunately

There are very few pieces left

Feeble attempts at trying to mask

This impossible task

I asked God to send me some angles

I need armies of them

And I need them fast

He is not him

And I realize I have victimized myself again

My days seen mundane

And there is a constant storm brewing in my brain

My nerves are scard

And my days seem like centuries behind these tortured bars

Moving from the chatter won’t matter

Because the only one I want is

Him

Please God just give him back

Sophia was a slave

A slave from Michigan

They’ll start shippin’ ‘em’

Down my way two weeks from today

2013 kind’a girls

Different faces

But same world

Sophia was a slave

A harlot, lady heroin

A scarlet

A piece

A trick

Pleasure for every man’s dick

Sophia was a gypsy gal

And every man that entered her was disgusting and vile

Sophia was a slave

And every personality she had become

Was purely man made

She was in need of some haldol

 “Cause the voices in her head told her

To just end it all

Sophia was a whore

A wench

Pussy for some blue collar Grinch

Sophia was a slave

They dragged her around like in cave man days

She was no Salem witch

But pimped out bitch

She could make any man feel like they were angelically kissed

Sophia’s been reconstructed

And made to trust it

 

This dystopia

 

 

 

I dreamt…

I dreamt some years ago

About a baby being washed out to sea

When I awoke

Instantly

I knew

That little baby girl was me

TO BE CONTINUED….

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Dark skies encompass my heart

Because for a brief moment we were just centimeters apart

And she held on tightly to my gentle parts

That float

In limbo

Somewhere eon’s out in the hemisphere

I want her gone

The sickening truth is

She is part of my scares

And she will always live here

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I failed to see his logic

As he sang to me notes of anarchy and tragedy

I believed in this bittersweet fantasy that danced with me

And romanced me into submission

And I was wishin’ upon a star

That was light years to far

From my reality

I needed lanced and drained

To keep my nostrils free from cocaine

His presentation was a little blan

As we walked together holding hands in the sand

I heard him laugh and talk about our night together

And my heart went cold when he said

She was better

It was a high note I wrote

As I remembered the bomb in me that was ticking

I had hate to the deep of my blood and the taste was sickening

I was desperate for some pharmaceuticals to get me through my thoughts

I thought I was the seducer but I was the one who was caught

I needed a bible verse, jesus, church

Or a witches curse to rid me of this

Of this

Calamity

My friend was such a joy to be around

It was a little embarrassing when it made loud buzzing sounds

It was always there through every phase of my life

And over the years we’ve become awfully tight

I never met anything that made my insides feel so right

It swept in to comfort me on some of the loneliness nights

I don’t have to cook or clean

And it lets me be right

That’s why my dildo is my best friend

And  has become the love of my life

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