To The One I Love -- Oct.2

They say we're never going to make this work,
that it's fake, that it's a waste of time;
But I know, somewhere out there,
They're the ones who are out of line.

I can hear in the way you speak to me,
Feel it in the way you stare,
Or whimper to me when I'm so far away;
Us both wishing I was there,

All I want you to know is that I love you,
I will always be the one you can run too,
All I want of you is to love me,
My safe place to hide,
To run and reside when the storms of the reality
We see...
Gets too much to bear

Every night I think,
What it would be like to sink
into your arms in the dead of cold.
Let's show the world this story untold!

All I want you to know is that I love you,
I will always be the one you can run too,
All I want of you is to love me,
My safe place to hide,
To run and reside when the storms of the reality
We see...
Gets too much to bear,
Too much to feed upon....
Be the safe house I long for
And I will be the beautiful princess you so call me,
Loving you and cherishing you for everyone to envy...

Darling,
You're the world to me.

--x

Haiku:: Phone Call.

I wait for your call;
I sit and I stare, praying
You haven't passed out.

I wait for your call;
I pace and I groan, biting
My lips til they're white.

I wait for your call;
I sigh and I am done
Waiting for you to.

--x

Pretty Baby -- 6/16-17/09

Oh Pretty Baby,
Look at you, all in shambles
You're not another star,
Just a simple satin scar.

Hey Pretty Baby,
Little Loli, let's try and find you.
Let's try and find you,
Devistated little girl!!
Is all alone in this
Big, bad, world,

Suffering suchatash,
Watch, what's that?
Nothing but mold ridden corn beef and hash;

Hey Pretty Baby,
Alone and unscathed in that
Castle tower,
nothing but a poceilin, macabre flower.

Scribbling away hour after
Hour.
You're silthering,
Waiting,
Only goes so far.


You're just another burnt out star
Oh, pretty baby
You're just a simple satin scar.

--x

The Clouds & I -- 6/15/09

The clouds look so close,
But their so far away.
As I reached up, their shape twisted and changed;
Whisps inside my fingers....

How can I float like the angels....

Transcendance?
Phah, try ignorence...
That's all I'm good for now.

That and watching the birds
Wasting space and complaining.
A raging psycosis explosion waiting
To happen

I see the dirt on my hands,
The callouses slowly forming.
They deceive me,
Lie to me.

I don't understand this anymore,
I do not...

--x