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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

I'm Sorry

What do I say
As I rip your heart out and make a souffle
What do I say
As you bear the pain as it makes you insane
What do I say
You bear the pain that I bore dutifully as I stood by your side and cried
Silently deeply painfully sometimes I died
Now you stand there and look into my eyes
I see the pain you bear
Your pain digs deep and becomes my pain
I want the pain to stop for you so I lick your wounds in turn healing my own
I took a piece of you with me a piece of your heart
I could no longer bear to look at you so i turned and walked away
I couldn't think of what to say
To take the pain away
I could have said I'm sorry but that's just too cliche
As your brown eyes looked into mine I didn't know what to say so I just turned and walked away

Monday, November 22, 2010


My skin never seemed so soft until you touched it
Your fingers are like feathers falling along my body
Trying not to melt away into you
Trying not to love every sensation
Trying to pull away
No I just can't
My breath never became so shallow until i felt your breath 

Like feathers upon my neck
Looking into you is staring into the ocean so deep so dark
A sea of hidden pain hidden emotion
Let the wind take it away let it go
Float back to me light as a feather
Touch me breathe touch me
Burning desire engulfs me
Cooling me down with your eyes you kiss me a sweet kiss goodbye

Saturday, November 13, 2010

The Screams

You can hear them. They are screaming in pain. Begging to be left alone.
There they go chopping chopping chopping, cutting, cutting, cutting.
They won't even stop for a breathe. 
Disconnection has caused silence in their ears, they cannot hear the screams, driven by greed they cannot stop.
Who will save them. For without them there is no breath. There is no beauty. There is no shade. There is no shelter.
Who will stop the chopping, chopping,chopping, the cutting, cutting, cutting.Who will save them.
Watch them bleed, who will stop it, who will patch their wounds.
When they are gone, who will help us breathe the breath of life.
Heal the connection that has been lost.
Listen to the whispers, don't let them become screams.
For their screams will become our screams.