Was there much pain?Was there much pain?In the end, you couldn't tell.As your heart beat slowed,Taking your warmth with it,On it's way out.Your eyes grew heavy,Half-lidded, they sought me,I was there, beside you,Holding your cold hand,But you couldn't see me.As your last neurons fire,Your life is spent at last.In that final moment,Was there much pain?
ShacklesBreak free from the shackles that bind you,The chains that fasten you to the material.Transcend time and space, be immortal.The written word has power, use it.
To ScreamSometimes, all there's left to do, is scream.Loudly.To take wing and soar skyward with words,So that you may deposit them, as thunder,On an angry storm cloud.Later on, you'll hear your words again.Booming vowels follow lightning's path;Crackling consonants assault your ears.As the life giving rain pours down,Drenching you to the bone,Your agitation will be washed away.
Spiked PunchI think I enjoyed the Party.I can't quite remember.It seems the punch was spiked.I recall the smell of tobacco,And macking with an alien,But, beyond that, I am lost.Did I enjoy the party?
ListlessA sin on my mind,erasable yet not,Plasters the walls.Listless, lusty redsPainted porcelain cheeks,The night we danced to Spring.A sin on my mind,Cherished yet not,Weighs heavy on my soul.
Dearest BeauDearest Beau, It would seem that proper form would suggest I write youa love letter at some point. Unfortunately, I would rathershoot myself in the foot. Sincerely, Lovergirl
My Least Favorite ThingEvery morning, I look myself in the eyes.I see myself, and I feel beautiful,Regardless of a society that says otherwise.I'm comfortable with myself.Sure, there are things I'd like to change.Being the way I am, it's not healthy.But I'm not unhappy for it.I have very few chinks in my armor.I'm not sensitive about my weight,or my dry skin, or my rebellious hair.Sure, comments about these things suck,but they don't get to me, much.But there is one thing that gets me.When someone else drags themself down."I'm so fat," they say, right in front of me.Often, they're miles closer to healthy than me.There's the rub, right there.I cannot stand it, this behavior.They put themselves down about it,Without thinking about the one watching.My armor has few chinks, and this is but one.
In Heaven"Well, how are things in Heaven?"You don't even know, my friend.I'm going mad with all the monotony.I swear, I'll snap the next harp I touch.Getting wings ain't worth enough,To spend another moment here.I'm starting to regret all the good I've done.It seems I'm forever stuck in Heaven,In lieu of having fun.Purgatory's looking mighty fine now.If you love me, you'll bake me a cake.In this cake, will be a file for my escape,So that I may join you in hell, my friend.
Sorrow's SireMisery may be the most important lessonthat life may ask us to memorize.But we forget its sharp sting in time,and we sigh in its absence with relief.And we bare our hearts to Loveand her deceitfully coy smiles.She chains our heats to the temporary;and leaves us out for Misery's pleasure.For Misery sires man's sorrowand we grieve its existence with tearsshed by youthful dreams torn asunder.
All For FearWhat is love's inverse?Hates what your mind draws nearBut is it really?Or is it fear...Love brings people togetherFear rips them apart,Brings people painRips out their heartsWhat does fear do?Its the cause of hatePeople hate what they fearUse violence to sedateThey don't try to listenThey don't try to learnInstead they lash outThey rip, tear, stab, burnFear is the line that dividesSeparates us from each otherThe black from the whiteOne religion to anotherFear blocks the eyesFrom the truth deep withinThey forget we all bleedThey forget murders a sinThere is so much hurtSo much painBlood is spiltThe worlds at strainChildren are murderedFor the colour of their skinWomen are rapedWar beginsAll for fearThat they hold insideAll for fearThey try to hide
To Who I Was:If life hit you hard, fall, but stand tall,If everything seem lost, go back to rise once more,if you who is lost don't know where to go, open you arms and embrace the love,if love fail you and don't know what to hold, use your anger and face the world.
LuceroMy fingertips touch your lipsand I know sensation;Warm scarlet pillows meant for caressing my eyes,Your voice arouses me;a visceral sensationIm so in love with you,I barely know your name.Your hairrolling waves of obsidian glory;Its dark luminosity reflects in my eyes
Painted cheeks adorned with the curls of your lashes,I breathe in your breath and I am hypnotized.Your voice: strong as the ocean, warm as a mothers embraceYour eyes: bleeding caramels and the dullest of greyYour teeth: the purest white of the heavenly laceI can taste you on my teeth;Oh, tell me, what is your name!
Brutality of the PoetsLacking delicacy your lying sandpaper tongueseduces the hearts and hips of yourbeatnik boys and gypsy girlstasting the incense in the line of your jaw, lipson collarbones; here and there indifferently.And fists I would beat the barren, parched earthfor want of a muse, toying thing sway, girlenticing swagger your Levi's don't hidethe alluring sensuality of your delicate knees.And the brutality of the poet leavesour waiting line comradeswith a knowing limp.
BacchusI left you for a virgin whorefor long nights anda cheap high that wasn'tas thrillingor as trendyas they would have you believe.Chasing the fading, spidery blue of an old tattoo coveredin two days of stubble.Chasing revelry, determined- so surethat Bohemia wasn't dead.For a gypsy bride with jazzy anklesand a knot in her haircracked lips and a Tibetan smilethat wasn't as captivating in theillumination of sobrietythe morning after.In the name of discovery anddowntown thrillsnightclubs with crooked teeth;bad accents laced withcheap absinthe soundso alluring under a harvest moon.Negotiable sexualityburned like incense in my palmI swallowed the ashes; stylishlyblinking belladonna eyeswhile I danced with obsolete gypsiesand lotus eaters.And if I thought safety;suburban mediocritywould be waiting with a taxiwhen I stumbled,blearily, extinguished and exposedready for the Bacchian revelry to endI was wrong.
Everything in its....Everything is sinking inMy lungsare burning my sidesI can feel the vibrationsin my sternumMy eyes shatteredinto glass dustAnd my tongue is rawfrom the taste of you
End Of The LineIn a departure lounge of splitting souls,He gives her one long kiss goodbyeHis tearful eyes make a memory,Of her face, her touch, her smile.At the door he shoulders a bag,Which is packed with nothing moreAnd nothing less, than the memoriesThat they created that summer.He turns back at the gate once more,No longer can he smell her perfume,And he sees her dry face and open smile,Scanning arrivals for her next lover.
FallaciousYou believe youspeak of truthyet all I seeis contradiction.Your acid tonguelashes out,leaving boilson my skinfor every singleword you've spoken.These liesyou tellcannot provideredemption.You can onlymanufactureso much ofyour own realitybefore you'reforced tobreak mirrorsjust to save face.-Brian ShuffettJune 29th, 2010
potters wheelwhen i stand at the potters wheel, daddy,i am still afraid of getting my hands dirty,because age has not yet given themthe creases that cradle hopeless clay.time is yet to grant me the wisdomto craft the sun, the moon,the roads that point straight to Heaven.when i stand at the potters wheel,i don't know whose futurei am trying to sculpt,the one of some ruddy, brittle cator the one god shapedout of his love and dustand twelve vacant years.do you think he would let a childwalk in a worldwith premature linesin her palms?do you think he would send herwithout faith to serve as a slingshot,doubt the mere stone?last week you told me he knowsthe constellations' namesand what they come to do at night--the twins squabbling overthe horizon,Scorpion goring the sky in the sea,Orion lifting that shieldover Andromedaso that she won't have to surfthe galaxyin the belly of the whale.but i don't think dust is usedthat way, father.yesterday i kicked it upwith my blanche
ChainedChained to a wall of darknessI can see the light aboveLeft in repeated broken dreamsCraving the air I'm deprived ofBut I'm not going this aloneYou're chained here as wellShadows walk among usYou comfort me in this hellYou catch my blackened tearsI warm your freezing heartPerfect in a messed up wayAlways together when we fall apart
SomewhereTake me up on the mountains,Take me down into the valley,Take me up in the clouds,Take me down to the abyss,Take me up on a rollercoaster,Take me down to the center of the earth...Take me to the place you call home,Make it my place too.Take me to that somewhere,Where I could be with you.
Waiting For DeathWaiting on a wooden bridgeStanding under the moonYou said you would meet meAnd you better be here soonThe rain is falling softlyBut it won't disguise my tearsI need you to take me awayPlease make it quick, my dearCover me in your black cloakAnd lay me down to sleepI'll lose my thoughts and tormentBut my restless soul I'll keepKiss my lips softlyUntil I become cold and paleJust awaken me sweetlyFrom this place that I call hellNow I see you approachingA dark figure out of the mistYour scythe sits on your shoulderIt's a sight I can't resistAs you walk ever closerI see your distorted faceI'm screaming inside with agonyWhile I crave your dark embraceSuddenly you're next to meAnd then I feel the painMy red blood surrounds usAfter you pull out the bladeThis isn't like I thought it would beIt's all come out so wrongI dreamt up an illusionSome imaginary songThen I close my eyesAnd fall into the burning fireYet, for some reasonYou still fill me with desire
RejectionDon't try to hideFrom what you can't ignoreIf you close your eyesYou better be sureIt's not worth your timeUnless you find a cureJust try to look insideTake your final tourWalk down the hallsRemember what you seeYou say you got it allBut you're without meRejection against your wallI only feel the stingOn the floor I crawlAs you walk out and leave
Through Windows and DoorsBreak away,Into a million pieces,A million birds flying on the wind.Escape the mundane, through windows and doors.Shed the shackles that hold you in place.Clamor into the silence,Shatter the oppression of noiselessness.Breech the surface, turn the key,Unwrap the bindings and let life breath.Pick the locks on the doors of the prisons when the guards won't listen.Set the flame and let it engulf your heart.Escape.Restart.Break apart.
ChainsChainsPierce the heart, damn the mindLove can make a person blind.Loss of nerve, loss of speechThe sight of you just makes me weak.The hint of your sent sends me reeling,And I can't stand the pain I'm feeling.I put myself out, everything on the line,And you've shown me I can't make you mine.You never were good for meBut that's so very hard to seeWhen all I want is you and meForever till eternity.I think, perhaps, I'll ne'er be freeThe chains of love have captured me.
Long Letters, Make PoemsI have been here before,a long time ago,when we were happy,and we swear our love.Love was our fuel,it ended dying with our last kiss,not matter what i did,you ended forgetting bout me.You were my hope,my light in the dark,a sweet sound to make me shine,i cant believe that you send me to fly.Why you let me alone in the dark,wasn't I enough for you?or simple you never loved me enough?i will never know why left me out of your life.Have you think about me?have you missed me?have you ever wish for me?have you been love as i loved you with all my will?You and only you will cure my heart,longing for you my sickness has become,in words i try to hide even if it is never enough,i will run as far as i can just to escape from your eyes.Forsaken in this place i am,not a man but a doll of what i was,a shadow just hiding in the dark,how fool i have been to give you my all.Me, I and myself all of us love you as well,pretty feelings i try to write,sadly hate is all i have,
too bloody closea bludgeoning pathosis beating at the stalemateof her lightless eyesbut the nervous flutterings of (almost)is where I've trapped my heart,the meticulous ecstasy of longingclawing at the depthsof her corpse
Sleeping InsaneHow can I sleep,The night has just begun,How can you weep,For the night is still so young!Sleeping insane,Dreaming deranged,My brain in chains,My thoughts all disarranged,Watching the clock,holding the knife,Waiting for the epoch,the most memorable time of my life,Bittersweet,thats the taste of your lips,I listen to your heartbeat,I listen as your blood drips,Can you feel my love,Digging deep inside you?Piercing like a knife,permanent like a tattoo,I'm not afraid of dying,I'm just afraid of losing you,I'm not one for lying,I swear I'm being true,Obsession takes over,Insanity kicks in,Why can't I stay sober,When will love win?~
Coffee EyesCoffee eyes rove over cream skin,Picking up every freckle,Saving each nuance for later.Pocketing memories so sweet.Chocolate fingers whisper softly,Dancing across tender flesh,Memorizing the texture of love.