Demon in the flesh (but what does it matter?)

the flesh covers the bone
and is
a demons home.
So sad and
all alone.
But what does it matter?

Ripped apart from head to toe
the bleeding never stops
just like
the winters snow.

and the demon
scratches all the flesh
away-
and a wretch like me
wouldn’t have it
any other way.
because I want out of the flesh
anyway.

And if I don’t feel
like an empty sea-
like a caged bird
waiting to be free.
all I feel
is the demon shaking
in me.

but what does it matter?
everything in the world
was built to shatter.

Leaving.

Like a hungry swell
in the sea
guilt and misery
as swallowed me.

My passion
my purpose
has up and left
like a dove
and I -
I am leaving my love.

My aunt, my mother
my cousins and loving brother
forgive this curse
I’ve set free.
Forgive the awful demon
living in me.

Lining my thoughts and
seeping into my words-
I forget when
the line between the demon and I

blurred.

Forgive me
forgive me.
I love you more
than the shore loves the sea.

But like the tides

I have to leave.

Missing you.

shivering in the cold
sunburning in the heat-
wanting your hand to hold
underneath my sheets.

in a daze or
over thinking-
caught in the maze of
love interlinking.
looking into your ocean blue eyes and
slowly sinking.

Moving away
from the love I wanted so bad
moving from
the love I never had.

There is only one thing
I can promise is true-
in the cold or
in the heat
I’m always
missing                

you.

Feel the Same.

So easy
to give a heart away-
so easy
to fall for
every word you say.
But so hard
for you to do the same-
because I’m just a face
a name-
a sick and
shaking frame.
Wanting so bad
to play the game-
where my love

feels the same.

E.

Took in the noise
took in the sound-
took in the ecstasy
of being six feet off the ground.
Took in the lie
that I’ve become.
Took in the world-
the shapes-
the eternal sum.

All as I ran from
the authority
right over the fence-
without a clue and
without my sense.

Never have I been
in such a place-
never had
that look on my face.

and then we were

gone

without a sound
without a trace-

up and over and
completely erased.

With(out) you.

I like his voice when
he speaks to me.
I like the feelings that
bloom in my lungs
and flow over my tongue
when he kisses me.

I like him
when he’s with me.
I like me
when he’s with me.

But I still like
how we can be different
when we are without each other.
And I like
how he doesn’t mind if
I think about another.
And I like
how I don’t mind if he
thinks about another.

We are still two but
we are one when we
are with each other.

All of Her

Nothing she did ever felt
right.
She wasn’t comfortable with herself
not even in the slight.
And any mistake she made
she hid
out of sight
because she wasn’t comfortable with
what the world would think
and she didn’t want to see
just another fucking shrink.
And people would tell her
this was just a phase, that it would pass in the blink of an eye
so all she did was blink
until her eyes wanted
to die-
like the rest of her.

And the need to be comfortable
had finally consumed
all of her.
So when she left
she left behind
all of her.

21st Century Relationship

“I love you baby, I love you-
it was an accident.
It’s true baby, it’s true
I love you!”

“Take me back baby,
the things I said
they weren’t true.
Baby, I love you too
no matter
whatever hell you put me through.”

“I’m glad you’re finally
coming to
and apologizing.
Baby use some makeup
you’re black and blue.
Don’t want no one coming around
and asking questions,
do you?”

“No baby, no
I’ll get on it
there wont be no blue
that’ll show,
baby I love you.”

Women now a days
just got pin up hair and
pretty white fences.
Sad huh?
Watching someone give up
all their defenses-
just to get beaten senseless.

My soul.

My soul has peeled
away from my bones-
and ever since
I have felt like a drone.
Like a machine
but one
I’m in control of.
But I still feel so lost
when I look up above.
Because the machine
doesn’t feel the love.

And my soul drifts
further and further away
with each
slow passing day.
And despite all the words I know
none measure up to what I want to say.

I just wish
my aching soul
would stay.

If I were far away…

I’m leaving on
Wednesday
off to
a world far away.
Where all my troubles
will fade away
and
it’s just a nice, warm place
I can stay.
Without any need to reduce or refrain
from what my thoughts want to say.

And I can just sit and waste
my days away.
Because this world would be
just so far away.

And there will be no sun in the sky
only
the lonely moon and I.
And I wont be missed by a soul
when my limp body
falls in a hole
where it will stay.
and no one will ask
why I didn’t bother to try
and hold on to this life
that was gonna end anyway.