The GuiltThe guilt
it eats you, eats ..
eats right through you ..
like hungry leeches ..
in a pool of fresh dead bodies ..
As cold and haunting as a dark drawer ..
in a white room .. with no sound ..
nothing but a tagged toe ..
lying in a morgue all alone ..
A small baby's toy ..
made of tiny matchsticks ..
as he screams out - spits out fire ..
smiles to me .. as I hold gasoline ...
A needle with no wholes ..
two sharpened points ..
I see me .. my reflection ..
in both the ends ..
stitching skin with skin ..
stitch me together ..
A flower - no .. A rose ..
its a disguised poison - in a beautiful red dress ..
daring you to smell ..
a scent of desire ..
a requiem ..
such a lethal blossom ..
A series of lost words ..
exploded when the circuits suddenly cut ..
a tumor .. that spreads and spreads ..
black ink ..
on sugar with milk ..
And the leeches ..
they suck into me ..
a tasty blackened blood ..
enjoying this sickheaded mind ..
as the guilt .. as the guilt ..
as the guilt kills me ..
Prism MeAnd I looked at her eyes,
Seen a glow, just like a prism,
The prism reflection of a crystal shaped heart.
All I said was I love you.
She took that one simple word, and changed my life.
She is the humming bird in the sunny days...
In winter, she is the tiny drops of rain that flow on my face.
With her special way.
She is my only glimpse of hope that my heart chose to go after..
Together we change reality to a never ending dream,
A poem written on the skies .. the blue clear skies, with a pen ..
A pen of her clear white heart .. a sum of poetic clouds, floating in the skies..
For all to see .. how my love is unimaginable.
Its time for all lovers to behold a new meaning.. a new definition of the word love..
Just like a tree .. with leaves that never seem to fall .. no yellowed color stripes here ..
Just green .. shiny green petals..
Its like we are growing spring..
Its like we are growing spring with our one tiny seed that we planted years ago ..
Watering it with care and endless passion