sunday night cigerette

the best cigarette I ever tasted filled my fragile lungs on a rainy sunday night
wearing your old tye dye shirt
i stood beneath its' sensuality
letting each drip slide down my legs with delight
between me
covering me
the rain gently singing the background to each thrust
your kisses landing on my terrain
I scream for you to keep going
I gasped for breath
a precursor to the best cigarette I ever had

sunday night cigerette

the rain falls softly outside the window
careful to not drip in the wine glass
it's already started my decent
one glass
two glass
three glass
floor
hoping you will come down with me
plead for everything
but instead finding and old friend in your place
intoxication overpowers articulation
this grass feels like the softest cotton
completing this false scene of romanticism
i wonder where you are

screaming no internally
your kisses are too breathtaking to deny
the blue man scoffs at my secret desires
he doesn't care about the reprecutions
he moans
until the yes smothers the no
even after he leaves me I hate to see you go
guilt ridden back aches
another sweet delicious mistake
that i will probably regret more then i can fathom at this very moment
like most of my impulses the conclusion is undesired

paper dolls

she sits with her round lips in a smile
her hands crossed cupping her innocence
and her wide eyes inviting you to play
toss her in the air
ruffle hr frilly dress
watch as her hair bounces wildly
pretty little thing
too afraid to make a sound
everyone stares enthralled past her silence
she doesn't notice
thrilled to be with you
happy to be in your hands
each finger a friend she never had
smile on pretty little thing
in your spot of solice
meticulously put in your place
carried, here
carried there
finally filling a meaningful space
until he tires of you
your dress now frayed
tattered
worn from too much fun
your face beggining to tell your long years of silence
poor paper doll
you stare down at her pitiful face
she looks so forlorn
haphazardly forgotten
the closet
eyes closed
lost amongst forgotten things
walling in the darkness
trying to find her friend
the one who use to hold her so tight
looking into the mind of her replacement
a new paper doll to be shoved around

Exes of times past

In a land where everyone's trying to get over some one
where can I stand?
unsteady ground with no one to walk on everything looks different without the bright lights and glistening carpet
all word are lies with out love
worth nothing more then the penny used to buy them
I struggle to find some place to squeeze my thin frame
voluminous and burdening in this land
In this land with no place to stand.

Today I heard some words
barely comprehensible
about the dark side of the moon
the verbs of society
the whispers of the middle class
a boy
cut by glass
smothered with confusion
innocent no longer
stolen in the nigh
a boy
a boy blindfolded
a toy, a doll
mimicks the devils teachings
the student
confused lost amongst daily meetings
and wensday night prayers
now becomes the teacher
and it's too late for hm to be saved