Five Ten Fifteen Twenty

Let's Go To The Beach

I've been staring at the waves for hours, contemplating if this is what I want
They softly sway with the ocean's rhythm inviting me in, almost like a subtle taunt.
Memories flood through me; images of us laying side by side in the sand
Of taking pictures together along the beach shore, while walking hand in hand.
The beach used to help me feel relaxed, and wash away all my fears
But now it holds a dark gloom, almost as if it knows why I am here.
I used to enjoy burying myself in the sand, enjoying its comforting heat
But tonight all I feel are the gentle waves as they swirl around my bare feet.
Slowly I wade in until I'm neck deep, the icy water making my body feel numb
I wait for a few more minutes, even though I already know that no one will come.
No one will come rescue me; by the time anyone finds my note I will be dead
Everyone is still at home asleep, and it'll be awhile before they get out of bed.
Time drags by, and soon enough I've swam out further than I ever have before
I keep swimming for what seems like hours, until I feel I can't swim any more.
With the last bit of my strength, I dive under the surface and swim into the dark abyss
Telling myself over and over that this is what's best; it's not like I'll really be missed.
Whoever said that drowning was a peaceful way to die must have lied
Because as I come closer to running out of air, I can feel the panic building up inside.
My lungs burn as if on fire, my chest feels heavy, and my body begins to shake
But still I swim deeper, for I crave peace, and they say this is what it takes.
No longer shall I be imprisoned by these thoughts and nightmares that haunt me
I will rid myself once and for all of these sick demons that live in me; I will finally be set free.
I exhale the last of my air, and watch as the bubbles drift away
Wondering how certain people will react when they realize how and when I died today.
My body finally goes still, hands outstretched towards the surface, mouth frozen in a silent scream
While people wake up back home, I close my eyes for the last time, and slip into a never ending dream.

# 20

Taylor

It’s such a shame these days...even the thought of you and I
Our Love Story want supposed to end with each of us alone and prone to living emotions
That may as well be dead
You bitch...
Though the outside of me is being faked to the fullest
My Internal pain is more real then ever
My heart hurts and spurts blood through my body
When I should be to the floor from the slits to my arms
I’ll be forever Haunted by the fact that you left me...
For him
I guess now our tattoos no longer match
Forever means nothing
And i want you more badly than ever
I Knew You Were Trouble from the minute I laid eyes on those perfect lips
That fat firm ass...those perked round breasts...and those sparkling eyes
But I doubted myself for the first time but never again
We lived nothing but lies and the entire time the ride was being ridden
I was being pried from the real you
I guess i missed your inside
If this were a song there would be many Teardrops on My Guitar
But we both know that its now in pieces from the day you left
I don’t know how many more cuts I have to go before my pain goes
What was so wrong with me? What did I do wrong?
"Were just not working out" isn’t a good reason
I HATE YOU!! YOU BELONG WITH ME NOT HIM!!
It doesn't matter now though because you have what you want
Remember when you told me to go die in that last fight we had?
Well lucky you...I'm starting to feel dizzy now
My visions blurred and everything’s fizzy now
The bathroom floor looks better red anyway...you can tell my mom that this is fault of yours
The second i get taken from my playing ways a bitch like you comes
And plays me back...guess i deserve it
Well i guess this is goodbye you selfish bitch
And just incase I’m somehow saved from being engraved 6 feet under
And you try and come back to me
I just want you to know that...
We Are Never ever ever EVER Getting Back Together
 
-BLacc Zacc

#15

STOLEN INNOCENCE (Breaking The Cycle)
#5

Pain and anger had filled this mother's eyes
Her tears fell like hard rain as she cried
She pumped her fists up towards the skies
Angry with God she questioned him why

Only seven years old she laid weak and shaken
Stripped of her childhood her innocence taken
Time heals they thought but they were mistaken
A child's repressed past would surface and awaken

She's a beautiful teenager now, barely fourteen
Her belly six months swollen, another tragic scene
She would have three more kids before age eighteen
Her body now a machine used regularly and routine

All grown up she's on a mission stalking her prey
She traps men with her body it’s a familiar way
Emotions aren't required only married men that stray
Collecting proof and evidence a guarantee they'll pay

If she'd known her full worth and received help back then
It might have prevented this cycle from happening again
She'd have a chance to be a great mother lover and friend
Past demons eating her soul, hard for time to mend

Tears now in her eyes staring at her thirteen year old daughter
She too kept quiet, didn’t scream, what’s the point, why bother
Innocence stolen once again this man's sins ran much farther
He was a repeated sinner, he was her granddaddy and her father.

~RAIN~

#10

Mi Reina Eileen

I was taught to play this game by my father
I've seen many men play it
My brothers learned it as children
And still play it that way
Taking one piece
After another
And another
Then another

A piece is a piece

Love the power of your Queen
But subdue her 
Control her
She has no will within your fingertips 

These were the whispered words of my father

A queen does not merely move
She holds court
She reigns
Her presence is her power
Let her dominate over all others
Then she'll shield and support you 
And the rewards will be untold
Infinite

These were the lessons of my mother 

Set traps of unspoken promises
A Fool's Mate 
Risk nothing 
Take everything 
Sacrifice her if you must
In the end she's just another piece

I nodded in muted silence as he braced my shoulder

Guide her strength not with your impulsive touch 
to conquer
Her body is already hollowed and hardened by games played
Her position within your heart must be greater than your own

She taught me this with her eyes 
After my father laid waste to her 

Move the pawns as you will
That one there 
move it to the very edge
Trade her for a new Queen
Another piece

Lesson learned

Now I move with perfect imperfection through
The shadow and the light
For the war collides not on this board nor in murmurs
but within myself

And I've finally come to know this

I don't need a piece I can play with 
I need the Queen I can't move without 

The one I will gladly sacrifice 
the lessons of my father for 

My Forever Love

 
I set fire through the pouring rain    
and threw us into the dancing flame  
Our young hearts exploded in ecstasy  
nobody else can feel and see.  
   
No one knew our love will be forever  
even our minds sharp as ever,  
but fate has guided us together  
to love each other more than ever.  
   
That frolicking night we shared -  
together we had treasured  
The bittersweet memories lingered in your brain,  
and through the years you thought I had forgotten:    
your prayers and endless search, were not in vain.  
   
Now we knew why we love each other so...  
you needed me as much as I needed you!  
All you need is my love,    
which comforts your lonely soul,  
and all I need is you, nobody else but you!  
   
It's time to rekindle our old, yet foolish hearts  
to see and brighten up that southern skies  
Let these undying love and fervent desires  
take us back home and forever shine  
The vision that we share together  
keeps us closer more than ever  
My forever love, my love forever…  


Poem #5

[center]Tainted (Prose Poem) #5

It pours.
The only thought that races through my mind is the rain. It comes down in sheets. Even the cover of the thick, dense pines do nothing to stop it. And I can feel every prick of every drop piercing my skin as it falls.
The blood.
My head twitches at red fills my mind. My vision jerks down to my hands, expecting to see them drenched in horrifying crimson gloves, but they had vanished. The rain can wash away so much, but not the darkness that gnaws at the edges of my mind, threatening to overflow.
No.
I shake my head, attempting to force the darkness back to the recesses of my mind. Blame will lie where it must, and it is not with me. Not this time…
Look up,
And attempt to gather my bearings. I look to my left, but am unable to see the deep river through the umbrage, though I can still hear the rush of water over the rocks. I can no longer see him, but I know he is there, smirk permanently etched into that beautiful face, and cold eyes piercing into the nothingness.
He cannot hurt me.
My body stands and moves, slowly and rigidly, back towards the stream, as my mind wages battle within. I try desperately to stay blank, to not think of the sight that lies waiting. The stream calls out to greet me, as it rushes into my view. I stare blankly ahead not looking, not wanting to see what lies before me. But my body knows better. I reach my destination, and I can feel him at my feet, feel his cold skin pressing against my flesh.
Glace down by accident, and my gaze find those eyes, eyes that burn in mine like coal. With that look, the walls crash forth, darkness races forward, and shatters into my mind
Love at first sight, soft caresses, a song sung in whispers
Turn to jealous glares, possessive grasps, desperate yearning
A proposal of marriage, a suggestion elopement to start anew:
“It’s the only way to be together”
Theft from my family
“Money is the only way we have a new life”
Ride in the wood where he turns on me, admits his crimes
“Seven dead… and you to follow”
A struggle ensues, hands pushing me down, a knife to my throat, sweat pouring down my face in streams
“How does it feel?”
A hand breaks free, I scratch bite claw in a haze of rage
And suddenly, the tide has turned, the knife in my hand
Power roars through me as I
Rip
Across the soft flesh of his throat
He falls, and there is silence. The knife burns my hand, and panicked, it drops to my side. I stare at the wreckage, my blood soaked dreams lie before me in ruins.
The power that was all encompassing just moments before escapes me, and my mind goes blank.
And all that is left now is emptiness.
Emptiness and a madness that lurks in the shadows, waiting to come forward unbidden in the quietest of moments, and claim me. [/center]

That Spot (#10)

Heavens, I've dropped my pencil.
Would you be a dear......
Girl! I love the way your short skirt
rides up and shows off your rear.  

You've got my jeans
ready to bust a hem.
Don't supposed I could talk you into
reaching back here to unzip ‘em.  

Yes, that feels so much better;
expanding in new freedom found.
Now, let’s see what we can do about
setting loose what you have so tightly bound.  

I'm always glad to lend a hand
undoing buttons or clips.
There you look so, shall we say unrestrained,
with your hands on your hips.  

I love that look in your eyes,
your tongue sliding slowly along its course,
as my hand inches up the inside of your thigh
tracing the stream back to it’s source.
Playfully bathing my fingers in your hot juices,
they glide into your nest with the slightest force.  

Gently searching for that spot,
circling slowly round and round.
You start grinding your hips,
shuddering slightly as it's found.  

Ahhhh, I love the way you moan
with that, "oh that feels so damn good" groan.  

Your head thrown back,
eyes closed tight,
hands cupped under each breast
like Eve offering Adam that first bite.  

As tongue meets nipple,
body and soul soar from sight;
joining on a higher plane.
Lashed and bound by ecstasy in flight.

Moon and stars swirl beyond the sun
till only blackness remains.
Speech ceases to exist.
Pain and joy become one and the same.  

Finger tips beckon fiery lust to the surface
from whence it flows like lava beneath the skin.
Searching out that weak spot in the flesh
to erupt again and again!

Oh, to be wrapped in this feeling forever,
in the ebb and flow over exposed raw senses.
But, even now, a new morn is breaking;
exposed in lazy blinking glimpses.  

What miracle does this new dawn deliver,
here so far from home?
Will I remain here entwined,
or am I already alone?  

Has love made its hasty exit,
stealthily, while I lay caressed by sleep?
Is passion now only a flaccid memory,
wiped clean on the sheet?  

Here in the harsh light of day
all fantasy now rolls to a complete stop.
Life reveals itself, cold and shocking,
like an errant hand in last nights wet spot.

#5

Berzerker Ballet

truth

is
atomic
tension

vibrating
in
the
center

of
paradox

.
.
.

one day
language
will
rot away
and
I'll grab

that
divine
heathen
bitch

by her salty tongue

.
.
.

pillaging
the
tonsils
out of
her

#10

Racing Hearts


Close your eyes and picture the pleasure.
Destination is set, Orgasms of high measure.

A dusky light fills the room.
Casting shadows against the wall,
Of weaved bodies from an erotic loom.
Tonight call me, “nom de plume”.

I run my fingers from North to South,
Caressing every inch, I kiss your mouth.
Then I whisper into your ear,
“Are you ready for 2nd gear”?

Upon the floor your clothes are flung,
As I begin to tease with tongue.
First your neck, breasts and tum,
Then below …. “My Loved One”

Shifting gear to overdrive,
I lunge forward in one stride.
Hearts are racing, Every nerve alive,
Time to speed up, this pleasure ride.

Gazing deep into your eyes,
I slip in and watch the surprise.
We then race all night together.
Speeding towards an orgasmic pleasure.

As you tremble,
As you shake,
I throttle forward, a roaring load,
And feel you, shatter and explode.

The flags are up,
The race is done.
I then whisper,
“Lets do another one”

# 10
Oh.....
Oh....
  The many way this can be
Used, share...
It's possibilities..
Expressive,
Exclamative...
Indignative...
Inclusive....
Closed...
Simply sighed
 or forcefully articulated..
Sensitive sensually whispered...
mmmmmm....
the feelings and memories
illicited...
yeah...
 I am going there...
            OH.........

Just reading this one for the first time...so many emotions, thoughts, screams to be had!!  Such a true write...such an unnecessary repeated cycle!

         
5th,but I only have 5 =)

I think it's atleast better then my first.

     
       Forlorn Escape

A shy demeanor expose's every weakness  
seemingly locked in an intangible prison  
your heart toiled,unable to cope with the acute feeling's  
pushing them down again and again  
 
Writhing inside from the silent slaughter  
anxiety,depression,confusion,betrayal  
eviscerate the last of life's will  
 
Gradually,you gaze at death with a permanent smile  
as it calls from the depth's,like song's of the Siren  
chanting,luring,seducing  
 
Waiting for that moment  
when the pain negates the fear of the unknown  
just enough,to escape

My 5th and 20th coincidentally were both for PTM.
#20, my first attempt at erotic

Personal Creationism

Soft and trusting hands explore my landscape.  
High mountains and low valleys  
Bring your own peak to it's greatest heights.  
Plunging yourself into pools of colour wonderful,  
My opening accepts you like a sweet kiss,  
Embraces you like coming home.  
Our eyes roll back,  
Bringing visions of a beautiful horizon.  
Our worlds colliding again and again.  
This is how creation came to be!  
Our own big bang looming  
As the music of our moans grow ever louder  
Ever closer.  
Earthquakes move and roll  
Harder and faster,  
Closer and closer.  
Heavy breathing, heartfelt kisses,  
Sweat pouring down like a healthy rain.  
Light escapes me  
And we are enveloped in our own sunlight,  
Our own universe.  
Our own heartbeats bringing us back down  
To rest once again in each others arms.  
Still cradled inside of me.  
Catching breath.  
No word needs to be spoken.  
But you see, my love,  
Why I see fit to call you God!