I am a poet and artist...some poems of mine:
"The finished poem"
Soon I'll just be a ghost
A whisper in the wind
Lost to your touch
Gone with the sin
I've said to much
As I float I'll rattle those chains
Rattle them in vane
Lost to your touch
Let me crawl across your skin
Gone with the sin
Soon I'll just be a specter
A bird lost in flight
Lost in bad weather
Just a ghost
lost to your touch
Will you die like me?
Would you die with me?
Let me crawl across your skin
Soon I'll just be a ghost
Gone with the sin
Just a whisper on the wind
If I die will you bury me?
Bury me deep in your heart
A shallow grave
Take me in your arms
before I'm a shade
before I float away
All the torment and the shame
your tears could wash away
Soon Ill be a shade, A ghost gone away
Gone with the sin
A ghoul or the damned
Open your heart
But you have to invite me in..
Please invite me in...
She dosnt want me to breathe
I can feel her wrapped around my throat
but I dont want her to leave
my trick in my heart
not whats up my sleeve
I dont need her to live
but I need her to feel like I'm me
she squeezes tight around my ribs
but she cant get to the heart
she cant bite that deep
I dont need her to live
and I wont forgive her if she leaves
because I need her to feel like I'm me
and even blind can see
that when she's gone and I'm alone
I dont know who I am
and I dont feel like I'm me
She wraps around my spine
She can at least get that deep
She makes me move and makes me dance to her tune
But when I dance macabre to her song
That's When I feel like I'm me
She dosnt love me...
no,
She dosnt feel my soul
no,
I dont know the half of her like she knows me
But she makes me whole
It rips at my everything
until my everything is dull
Im pleading as I'm bleeding
that angels should hear my call
but I think the heavens are empty
God made gravity first
So that every one of them should fall
he dosnt love me...
no,
he doesnt see my soul
no,
Hark the raven,
No..
an even darker shade are the feathers of a crow
She dosnt look at me like I look at her
She dosnt know..
We met on a night when nightshade bloomed
The crysanthiums glimmered
the fog held us like lovers, like these bullets hold silver
and the summer moon was bright
She was cold and I was warm to her touch
She was my Amaranth in bloom
I was just the thorn of the rose
sharp to her touch
She dosnt love me...
no,
She dosnt feel my soul
no,
Hark the blackness of this hole
But whats done is done
She's the blood on my hands
She's my time in the hot brutal sun
She's my broken convictions
My heart under floorboards
my nerves on the run
Whats done is done
she's the finger that points in accusation
The loaded pistol
The smoking barrel
the red prints on the gun
Breathe deep
Hold it in
hold it in
Soon I will be a ghost
Gone with the sin
count bullet holes
count snowflakes in the winter
breathe deep
hold it in
hold it in
tie the noose
count to ten
Watch it burn
stand in the fire
count the cinders
with every cracked bone
mark the pain
count the splinters
tie the noose
count to ten
Soon I'll be a ghost
gone with the sin
just a spectar past the veil
A whisper on the wind
"lost in the mind"
So lost in the mind
encumbrance of time
six's and seven's
God's velvet lies
Her ghost sits by my side
Murdered on stilts
like death come in strides
I fell from her heart
like I fell from the skies for Heavenly crimes
Fell from her graces
fell from those Heavenly eyes
Now regret sits on my chest
Like dark succubi
Despite my river of tears
She wades through the waters as if she could glide
My bright days have faded into sarcophagus nights
This wanton metropolis Necropolis that I'm stuck inside
St peters so eager to roll his white dice
Heavens choirs snuffed out by its songs of demise
Left chastised by rights for all they despise
Now heaven is empty, mana and war torn clouds aplenty
"Come sit in the fire" my new love from above whispered so gently
"surely we can not burn for we are so cold and we're empty"
She whispered again as she took back the soul she had lent me
"She paints Bi-Polar":
She paints her pastel with soft whispered sighs
She colors Bi-Polar the black and the white
Her love and her spite mixed with unheard silent cries
She paints the bright skies with the dark blue in her eyes
She always spoke to me true... as she stayed true to her lies
I sought out her touch, yet could only touch her disguise
Nectar and venom she was, like honey and flies
She paints the clouds white...like she painted truth with her lies
Fate gave her her name, I sought her heart as my prize
Yet she longed for another at my hearts demise
Now she paints the ties severed like we were never together
A storm in my mind like she paints the weather
She's happy and sad as she stains the sun redder
Would she come to me ever?
Hark..I say never
I'm far from her thoughts
A back alley of hell
Like Dante got lost
Allegories aside
She paints over me
With the black and the white
She colors Bi-Polar
The joy and the tears each come in strides
I remember her whisper when she whispered goodbye
Some time in November with overhung clouds
like heavens let her paint the skies
Misery's voice screams at me loud
as she's not by my side
So hard to find her, like a face in the crowd
She paints Bi-polar the love and the spite
Misery's voice screams at me loud
as she's gone from my eyes...
