Hell In Her Eyes, Heaven From Her LipsHer poison gaze, wrapped in sweet wordsDrunk off the thrill of dangerThe colliding of two worldsBut she never became a strangerStitched heartsSealed lipsSlowly breaking apartComing undone by a mask of blissEnslaved by guileful liesHeaven from her lipsHell in her eyes
lonelyi. there are invisible tears running down theinside of my cheeks when mypoetry fucks me from the inside out, makes mebleed and tastes me when i'mstroking it- slamming it.harder.but here i'm loosing finesse.ii. i tore threw my old notebooksripping the pages until they fell betweenthe spaces in my fingers, where they used tooccupy themselves for hours at a time,weaving dreams and braiding myhair.iii. it's not the papers fault thati found something to fill the spaces andlost again.iv. we're not the same as we were.v. the poetry's all about youanymore.what can i do but stand back and watchshit pour from within me, like atwisteddementedstillborn.vi. i keep scrapping it, recyclingthe same ideas.what can i say? you're gone andi'm stuck withbits ofold poetry that i wrote myself.it's all i could do betweenletters when i don't know where else to turn orhow else to feel beautiful.
No Writer Should Be SilencedAlways write your words in blood.