In Silence

Looking for something real

I hear a distant scream of pain
trickling motion of rain
onto bare skin like tear drops
like a path way of weakness or even strength.

It's like finding the beauty of death
a cross road, a dead end.
Love or friendship
a stepping stone to the continuation of something real or
the curtains to the greatest show of acting.

A substitute in life to fill the gaps or
a reason to set new traps to catch my prey.

I rather the ink over the lead
and words whispered than left unsaid.
I want a kiss not a promise
and I want, I want, I want

A Heart's mistake

When I am without you,
I can't stand being with me.

My thoughts soak my words
and I dream I'm reeling you in.

Your words are numbered but I patiently wait for the other line
and though hands with no fingers point at the time.

"I know there is enough."

I'm feeding on your every expression,
you place a scarce smile on my face.

Effortless you mold me into what you want
but I'm hurt when you displace what I seek in you.

Your beauty could never be defined by the scholars,
you simply define it by who you really are.

For even God knows I'd cut a deal to be with you
but we all know its unreal to squeeze hearts out of thin air.

And though your heart is frozen cold
the ice shall someday melt.

I'll be waiting on the blessed rain.

Two face

Please remove the new coat of paint,
it only makes you look new.

But I'm sure I know not of scorpions with butterfly wings,
and I've been taught that if a cloud should turn gray;a storm is coming my way.

Be it no surprise, lightening or no lightening I'll make it to the end of my day.

From here

I see paper made air planes gliding through thin air,
little floating circles just floating.

Ordinary sticks being magic wands
and empty rooms more than just gardens.

Eyes wide open to let sunlight in for a new perspective.

Little hearts beating with living love
and running feet with no directions.

Soft pink play dough hearts we can't reshapes
clueless to anything such as hate.

Infant minds like open doors
and moods like candy.

Tingling ears with funny new born voices
music notes and plenty toys.

Funny jokes with no meaning
or just something adults could never understand.

Expressions not even I can make
flood their faces and laughter so real
no one could ever fake.

"From here, I see my past."

Masoquista

My love, bite my lips, for blood they leak.
Now close your eyes and cry me tears.

Bring to me your love,
Let me fight your fears.

Be one with me…

My fingers shall be one with your tenderness,
And your blood shall marry with my sweat.

Bury your nails into my flesh, till my skin sits dead under it.
For to me, Pain is my only escape, my only pleasure.

The entities of a destined misconception, granting an explanation to your understanding not suffice.

Now, please, bite my lips till they bleed,
Exhaust me; stifle me to my near demise.

At the altar I lie and the church’s cross be turned upside down,
For shackles and chains peel my dying flesh.

A slave I am to your love, to the pain at my heart you inflict.
Torture me till my soul feels, so I pay my regrets...
For the nails pounded into his living limbs were of my joy.

Forgive me, for I have learnt to fear but there is darkness in me that’s rooted further than the remains of my rotten heart; my soul bleeds black and the words that hail from my lips are poisoned to slowly kill.
“What have I done, save me father.”
Forgive me.
I repent.
Forgive and forget the many smiles I have ever destroyed.

My Death

My death be the destruction of my mothers art and the pain be in vain of her existence, for I am ignorant to the truth that happiness sets before me and I’m blinded by the perspective that sadness portrays.

Crazed by anguish and a love that could never be fully met, I slaughter hope as it makes reach toward my squeaking door.

I’m scared to know that love isn’t where I’ve invested most of its fruit and I’m scared to know that I cradled the cold embrace of betrayal for so long.

I can’t find myself, nor do I know who I really am, but I’ve managed to find my esoteric assembly; the only few to truly understand.

The simplicity I seek seems further than my reach and though I live on its corridor I am not given the peace to enjoy its splendor.

All I seek is the joy, and I am constantly discouraged to live but I don’t know why. I bury deep the voiceless coerce that I so passively let destroy the inner me.

For I find no visible foot path that could lead me to my true home…

My heart burns and my eyes tear only to think that I’m no where near its occurrence.

It’s my duty and I shall see to it, there is a frame to set her portrait high.