You... Any touch sends me reeling,Skin aching for the next feelingOf you against me;It's all I wanna feel.My heart is what you've sungAnd your kiss is like a drug.
Words on a Wall Strip. A paper shard slices my air, heading for gravity.A breath tears out, taking part of myself with it.More paper falling, words scribbled in anger, full of hate and remorse.The marker staining the wall beyond the paper. Shit.Another cover-up job before my mother yells again.Strip.Down to my barest form with scars for all to see, for all to sneer.The breathing tears my heart this time; I'm taken to the floor gasping.More breaths only causing more pain as it becomes a struggle to see,My eyes are fine but my judgment cloudy.Looking back towards the decisions I hope to forget.Yet all have made this broken form that sti
What You Think What do you do when you can't say what you feel?When who you are becomes something to hide?Like you've got to run from what's real.Not answering when asked,"What's going on with you?"Trying to say, and be, what's trueAnd every time you try, you just lie Because you could never implyThat maybe, I'm not what you thought I'd be.'Coming out'I'd like to know how,When opening up to a woman wrapped in religion,Trapped inside the feeling,That God hates what she had bred,And, although it's not been said,I know that she couldn't accept.Accept what I am. Accept that I'm an exception. This is who I am now. No.Who I h
Untitled The chains jangle, but I'm used to the sound,My soul lost, like the unfamiliar face in a crowd,Surges of anger but no strength to manifestThe emotions I feel...they become mixed with the rest.So; anger, sorrow, self-pity and rageStay contained, as myself, locked in this cage.No way out.No matter how hard I shout.This is life...I've heard it before.
Sta.sh
