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sticky sweet 
stuck on my eyelashes
blindly stumbling
through the spiderwebs
down the hill to where
old times lurk and memories smile
in the growing darkness of our lives.

and as i sit and think
reminesse on times gone by
flicking lighters
smoking death
heating razors
beatin pain.
cigarette burns and
hot knives
i couldn't care less.
and the slow steady
turbulence of the river around
the heartbeat of bullfrogs
dying whine of mosquitoes feeding
the slow outlet of my breath.

dampened sobs of anguish
mascara tears running
blood drips and soaks
my finger tips
seeping through black sleeves
and yet again
punshment is never enough.

seering flesh
flicking lighters
flicking wrists
and slicing memories
crying from nothing
bleeding to live
the nature silenced
a truck rumbles by.

counting orbs
and gazing stars
the moon rising
watch tears in moonlight flood
a face of beauty
eyes of treason
oh how my soul burns
an acidic fire without reason.

cool air
damp breeze
a rustle
sounds
quite
bullfrogs
flicking lighters
hot metal
against skin
so used to this
i begin again.

a task never finished
and yet not started
i wonder why
my happiness departed.

black pigtails
fishnet leg
socked foot
i twist the garters
pull the hair
lay on the grass
sighing now
laying there
in an old fort
where was all broken?

and the sweet scent
of marshes and mallow
the thyme beneath me
and grass and such
its so soft
i pet it now
and rising
head home
to write for you
this sad little poem.

a day so great
lost in time
i wonder now
what happens next
i quit this
i gave it up
and here i am
all cut up.

but i love it
and i could never stop
i could never stop teh pain
you caused
so why stop the pain i cause
let's forget this mess
gauze me please
im ready now
to face another day.

xoxo
Kyelle
Posted: 2005-07-14 23:56:40 UTC

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