[1]
Illusions
Swirling, smoke inside your mind,
Blurs your thoughts,
Stirs your misconceptions about the world.
You are an eternal being,
And pain is just an
Illusion[2]
Self-expression
Black boots,
Fishnet hose,
A blue and black plaid skirt hangs almost to her knees,
When not rolled up.
The dye in her hair is black, with lime green tips.
Along with pierced ears, she has a belly button ring,
Nose ring, and her tongue to match.
She goes to Catholic school.
[3]
Regaining my Grip
You touch my arm
But I don't even feel it anymore.
Your lips are against mine
But I don't taste them,
I can't feel the pressure against my mouth, not really.
As you lay me on my back and begin to gently kiss my neck...
I feel.
I can feel your body on mine.
I can feel your lips, now exploring my neck and body.
I can feel you hands on my back lightly pulling me closer.
And I can feel myself beginning to surrender to temptation.
[4]
Dysfunctional Love
Torn prom dresses, matted hair, and steamed up windows.
Supposedly the best night of a high school girl’s dreams,
But I’m not sure if I want to be there to witness.
Or experience.
Young girls becoming women in the backseats of cars.
Sometimes forced, sometimes drunk, and of course sometimes very willing,
but still in the backseat with no romance whatsoever.
I’ll stick with the “cheesy” dinners and roses kinda prom night thank you very much.
Drowning I'm sinking more and more, No longer near the shore, The air is running short, As I'm sinking more and more. The water's rising now, My head is far below, The air is seeping out my lungs, There's nowhere I can go. The blue around me starts to fade, My world is coming to a close, All by myself and all alone, And now I'm dead, And no one knows. Cancer-Contagious On-Call Girl Cheap red lipstick stuck to her teeth. Short, leather skirt with nothing underneath. Itsy-bitsy waistline, oh-so-thin and small. Only pay a few 20's and you can have it all. She's scared but doesn't show. She's scared to death but you'll never know. Anything you want, she will do. Some cash and cigarettes for a screw. She'll make you feel out of this world. Pretty nice deal for a cancer-contagious on-call girl. Secret She smiles and laughs. She puts on her makeup and wears the right clothes. She tells no lies and makes new friends. She's the perfect daughter. At least that's what they think. She wears her smiles like a new pair of jeans. She fakes the perfect laughs like she lies about her friends. She steals and cheats and gives it up in backseats. She cries at night. She gets high and drinks. She may not be perfect but how would anyone know? They think she's the perfect daughter, remember?
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[8]
The Aftermath of it All
The summer air is warm
And sticky with the freshly poured rain.
You let go of me,
Leaving me unsheltered from the cold
And feeling both alone and desperate for your touch.
Slowly I see you dress, walk away.
Knowing you’ll never return I close my eyes
And wait for the sun to come up and hear the wild birds
Sing their songs of romance and friendships.
Petals of the wildflowers open and I rise
With the remnants of the mascara I had running down my face.
My hair is muddled with grass and
My clothes are damp,
The scent of your cheap cologne still clinging on the fabric.
Dew dries and I’m left alone,
Standing in a field of wheat….
All alone….
My Last His touch was like acid, his lips were poisoned.
[9]
His entrance into my thoughts made me sickened.
Eluded me of two years of freedom and innocence.
My flesh seared with pain every time he touched my bare skin.
How could we have been so close when I didn’t want to be close to him?
People said we were in love.
He decided to make me a slave while he was superior to everyone else.
There was no love or lust or even fake friendliness.
Just his lust for power over me and his love to make me feel self loathing
And his fake friendliness towards me around the naive bystanders,
Unaware at how cruel he really was.
[10]
Weak in the Knees
I'm enveloped in your arms,
And you whisper in my ear,
Your breath tickling my skin,
Causing me to giggle.
You slide your hands down to my lower back
And kiss my neck,
Then my cheek,
Then my lips,
Resting for a while.
As I get a giddy feeling in my stomach,
My knees give out.
Again.
Good thing your arms were wrapped around me,
As your lips danced on my pale skin,
And your hands were held fast to my back.
