I see wings that sprout from shoulders,
I see shiny slimy scales,
I see halos hanging over heads
and scary monsters' tails.
I see shining lights and radiance
and evil demon claws,
but in the end I see both good and evil
in us all.
SgraffitoHot breath hugging the curve of the golden apple...
I wouldn't hesitate to bite.
And that's the most I would do...
My skin can be this delicious.
A marinade flowing between us, a bridge of savor.
Our breaths a seesaw,
a rocking horse,
the layer of purity beneath innocence
chipped away in the heat.
Call me!Call me back, like you always do,
you never hesitate to give me a ring.
Make me dance and make me laugh,
and you can even try to make me sing.
You're always high above my head,
secretly giving me everything,
so call me back like you always do,
call me back with those puppet strings.
Like a candle, that old handle
sends a mighty fire to me.
When I feel your hand, I understand
the reasons why we're meant to be.
We move together, I don't know whether
or not you're feeling the same thing,
but one thing's for sure, that there's nothing more
than what I've got, nothing in being free.
You've got to call me back, like you always do,
no matter how many splinters you get.
Don't just leave me, please retrieve me
if you ever happen to forget.
I might be over thinking it all,
because nothing wrong has happened yet.
But call me back, like you always do,
just please, please call me back.
Past MidnightFate brings us closer together once more,
as if the story will never be done,
but we've already learned and we've already grown
so I feel like I've already won.
How much more can I change, and what more do I need
is there reason to this anymore?
Or is happiness all that remains of our fate
until the end I've been waiting for?
A Little to the Left(singsongy)
That intimate position will negate any admission you would need to speak with me..
I'm always open for a chat with you, in fact I'd rather that you do proceed...
We don't even need a topic, since I know you're not myopic and we have such chemistry...
Just promise that we'll speak again, or my life will become bleak again, you see~
Sweet StingerThe honey flowing from your lips
cascading like a golden curtain of sweet silk
did not reach my tongue, but instead my lungs
as I breathed in the taste, the warmth,
the smooth essence of your words
which I savor in my own.
The pure emotion in your eyes
lured me to your hive
surrounding me with the comfort
that I was idly searching for.
I was addicted to the taste I hadn't even tasted,
but I heard it, I saw it, I smelled it, I felt it,
I breathed it, I lived it, I loved it, I kept it.
A Note to VisitorsAn oasis in a stone palace,
my heart is a waterfall of life,
a burst of lush elation
buried in ancient walls and pillars
clutching onto one another-
twisting mazes of cold,
that fear the wandering touches of tourists.
(my heart is
a breath of life in a tomb,
a treasure to be found
but not taken,
not even in pictures
because the flash can be damaging!)
headless horsesYou force my head down like you're booking me
got me boiling and drowning like you're cooking me
when you look towards the ground, you think you look at me
but I'm still around without what you took from me.
You do what you do cause you're afraid of change
we are stallions who don't need you holding reins
and if only you knew that we share the same pain,
yes, it's true, believe it or not we are the same.
LemonadeThe sweetness of this lemonade,
so smooth just like a serenade,
as soft as gently falling snow,
as light as the sun's morning glow.
The perfect punch- so bittersweet!
The flavor sweeps me off my feet.
A rhythm sparks from just one taste~
Lemons will destroy the human race~
Shadow in a sunny worldI don't want to hate...
I don't want to always turn away from you;
smiling or sullen,
in my presence you afflict me...
I know I can't go back,
I can't forgive you for the way you've been.
Trying to gain my affection
has only hurt me even more.
The damage is already done,
and every day I have to feel this pain.
Any respect I had for you is gone,
and now I just try to stay away.
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
MazeLost within myself
Looking for a way out
This cannot end like this
Trapped in my own mind
A maze with no exit
I keep running and running
But I always end up
In the same place where I began
Inner DemonI harbour a monster,
It lingers deep within.
It wants to escape me,
To tear free from my skin.
It gnaws at my insides,
And hopes that I'll give in.
It works hard to tempt me,
To lead me into sin.
It wants me to suffer
To feel its wretched sting.
But I stand true and strong,
I will not let it win.
The nights are the hardest,
In bed I pray and sing
To the Lord God above
To rid me of this thing.
But instead it remains,
My monster still within.
RustThe dwelling rust
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
Croon.And you will have my arms around you
long after the first frost
silences the crickets
that played us to sleep
through our first summer,
and their children
and the children of theirs
will play those same songs
as creases form and deepen
beside our eyes.
And I know this because
of our childish jokes
and because of the words
we are writing.
there’s something about
these kisses hitting their marks
from thousands of miles away
eliciting rouge beneath pale;
I see on your face
the dumbfounded grin
I feel spreading across my own,
our bodies built
scattered by the hand of fate
between two states.
But it is love
who is determined
to complete our picture
and it is love
who shall have her way.