Victim of circumstances The past, she glances A mirror of nightmares she can't take The edges are unstable Standing on a table, mangled A bladed cycle never claimed Her feral heart breaks Her soul lays in a ash tray God has no shame She reconciles A chance for denial Her fire is fame Wiping her vain tears, announcing her fears with a smile
My soul was hanging on his wine glass He smirked as he grabbed my ass One night of secret and lies between my thighs I smiled as I looked into his eyes Betrayal was my guide My heart cried He held my chin and whispered, "let's do it again" My self doubt was in
Chaos Unaware blank stares A smile while crying A whirlwind of great The broken taste Her mascara holds in the shame Her tempterment seems tamed One more claim as she feeds the beast She puts on her pink and mom Jean's "Good morning, here's breakfast and tea" Love of the mundane The wild nature is plain
I'm melted pink Perfect, when that's all you see My wine is divine It makes my heart climb You notice me I have nothing I drained it long ago, so please talk to the ego He rules me Thinking is now his duty I am the dummy held up by strings There are no apologies when it comes to being a broken queen Once more I say please, don't bother me I'm destroying
I died You shoved my head down and I won't fight You needed my heighth I needed your plenty, we sit still empty A world of more, although we feel poor We hit that Whammy Thank God the devil is cunning No possession just an impression I'm a point away from saying, "ok you can have it your way" Tonight I breathe tight and sleep with one eye Cheers to my fright I am always prepared for that last bite
What the fuck am I doing with my life There is no gain Would you like a large fry with that pain Thanks, come again She seems miserable and glowing Contoured on smile Forcing her to be happy Counter tops seem befitting tonight God, I lost my light Life seems to strip you naked Bare and thin, it's always in Lust will suck you dry Leaving you asking why She sweats smudged transgressions He pushes deeper in His sexual tension draws her sin She never was meant to win
Twenty-six What a damn mess Kisses hugs with grubby little hands Manners and crayons No sleep and working Trying to follow the chase for something we all crave Hypocritically misbehaving The money seems disgusting Yet makes others smile while holding it tightly We breed we try to succeed What does it all mean Beats me I'm only twenty-six I know nothing Paper and pen scrape up my hand Bruises hidden and blended in No words of admiration or advice Just listen to the lost and pretend to be found Isn't that what...
We live to eat, love, clean and work so one day we can die A busy life style is where we strive The spider runs from the broom only to see me, a human being He stared at me waiting for fate He knew I was meant to destroy his dark little body Still and calmness as he waited I sat next to him My hand wouldn’t cooperate He is nothing but beauty in a world that only sees his ugly A voice told me, “He helps. It is your obligation to repay his generosity.” My eyes welled up with humility I felt a part of his unimportant soul was me I...
Bitterness seems to be the ego of my tongues taste buds The story of life never really begun The future is torn by what we have become I still stand proudly holding congratulation balloons and chewing gum I pop the bubble as I hum a song Not noticing the buzzard telling me to move on The ghost seems to place himself next to my feet whispering with every step he sees Trying to show me my deceit Although I walk careless or maybe hopelessly Encouraging myself the future is still bright When in reality it is only fake highlights Held together...
She ripped off the layers and gave into fate An action some say is brave Others believe it to be immature, an early grave She closes her eyes and with one breath lets go of the hate Feet bruised and blistering, they will take her to a new place
Clarity My knees shattered from beneath me The ones standing next to me seem to not notice or care to hear With no ground under me I continue to run Legs pound with no air to balance my breathing Suffocating is the option presented I might take it, if my knees won't ground me God just let me go free No guilt No noise Nothing holding me Only life letting me taste its spirituality