I'm quite embarrassed of these now.

I don't write so-called poetry anymore. There's a lotmore but you can't see them.
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Youare:
thevoices in my sleep, the alarm that wakes me up.
thethrills and chills of my first kiss, the poison in the vial, the bluenessof the seas, the dryness of the barren deserts. You are:
magnificent,charming, all the things I want to be. You hold me up high while you areso low. This uneveness yearns for a balance. A diet of salt and pepper.
Ticklingthe tastebuds on our tongues.
Youare:
thetastes I receive from eating.
So,you're hot, sweet, sour, salty or bitter.
Youcan taste like water.
Youare the clothes I wear, the shoes on my feet, the thoughts in my head whenI am staring at the watercolour set on my table.
Youare:
Strongand powerful, but weak as well. You win, you lose the wars that don't exist.
Thefury, of rage tucked under your sleeve...when
you'requiet.
Youare the sex on the floor, the power of touch.
Youare what I'm feeling. You are:
Seductiveand sensual, are you feeling me?
Youare turning me on.
Youare what makes me smile, laugh, cry, scream and yell at the top of my lungs.
Whenyou scare me.
WhenI am sweating.
Whenmy heart beat doubles its speed.
Youare--making me lose control,
likewhen I'm driving.
Youare the accident I risk.
Thechildren crossing the street from school
goinghome to mother's lemonade.
Youare:
Cruel,mean and violent.
Whenyou whisper, I shudder and tremble.
Youare stealthy, serious and intriguing.
Whenyou sneak out the window,
tosee me at night and
Youare:
...gladi'm not asleep this time...
 
 

Theseare feelings:
Ifall down. I get up. When you know, you just do. It's like we know everythingthat walks around us. The streetlights, green, red and yellow. Projectsits glow, our eyes can see. We touch those nickels and we smell our hands.We try to wash it off, as well as the ink from pens, like tattoos. Herphone number. The answers to the test. The feelings. Of seeing you at school.Seeing your favourite face staring back at you. Hearing your favouritesong on the radio. When your friend surprises you with it over the phone.When your friend falls in love with you and you scream...because you don'tknow what to do. A typical scene out of a movie. You can tell him or herhow you feel. You can like somebody else. You WANT somebody else, but deepdown your friend is the one you truly love.
Whenyou watched that childhood movie, you almost cried because it made youthink about how happy you were when you were five. You probably were engagedto your classmate, wearing a ring made out of red construction paper andScotch tape. You promised to love him forever and twenty-one years lateryou run into him at the supermarket with his two children, saying hi! howhave you been doin?" Life. But then again, you have someone of your own.Falling into deep obsession with that rock-goddess in lipstick. Or thatdude with the nice hair. You say "nice  hair" and he could care less.You're strange when a Liz Phair song sums up your life. I'm just kidding.That's only a joke. But hey, there are days when you WISHED that you can"fuck like a volcano", yeah? (hee-hee). I'm more in the Orbital category...wait.Where are the lyrics you ask? I say. I remain silent but I say whateverI want to...and you sit down, confused. But you say I think that Satanthingee rocks". And then you go off and eat your caesar salad with extracroutons. <crunch crunch>. You now feel like calling up your
highschool homework buddy as an excuse to talk, er gossip about that fightduring lunchtime. And you go home and take a nap, wake up dreaming youwere a groupie with a really bad taste in clothing!
 

Vegas
Youtook me to the lights
wherewe'd get a hotel room
andnever sleep at all.
Youtold me you loved me here.
Iswear, I believed you
playingcraps.
Vegasdid that to us.
Howcould you?
Asblinding as you are
I'mdying in your arms.
Youran away
leftme alone.
OhVegas, how could you?
Ididn't want to,
whenI couldn't
butnow I do.
Ohyes, I do.
Vegas,don't leave me.

Pinup
Walkingon linoleum
makesme wanna giggle.
She'stoo hot for me
mysecret obsession.
Peoplesay she's another Greta Garbo
indisguise.
Lookat her at midnight
andyou'll change your mind
cuzshe ain't no whore,
she'sjust a pin up girl
dressedin black.
Themystery freezes me over
asshe touches up her lipstick,
glamourizesthe cigarette
inbetween her fingers.
Says"how do you do?" in the
mostattractive voice.
Yousay she's my one and only
foreverand ever
butto her you'll only amount to
25cents
cuzshe ain't no whore,
she'sjust a pin up girl
dressedin black
 
 
 
 

Mental
Magical,twisted neurotica
whyare you so tasty like that?
Sosupreme, so enjoyable
somental, I can't help but
loveyou.
Lovesongs in the bathtub
3a.m.
Hazardousmind
infectslittle girls
andturns them
intoyou.
Adisease
happylike babies
pissedwhen you're 16
I'mso mental
becauseof you.

techno
techno-angel.In brightness. Super sweet. The show stealer...

tarpit
ERROR MSGThequeen of the shower
she'sdressed in a towel
nothingunderneath her
she'sdancing alone...
Standingon me
HolyPlease, do not hurt me
Idid not a Thing
tobring you to my knees.
Ican't feel it at all.
Silence.
Theservants with wings
flyingand crashing
withheavy blue underground
coatedin wax
fillingup the spaces
mirrorsour faces
playfulall night
roomingtogether
withmusic-a-plenty
layme down gently,
sleepnext to me
andbuy me for free.

thesweetness
freewaylover
temptedshoulder
hesleeps...undercover.
Havingtriglyceride wet dreams
mysenses enjoy!
fryme
duringsoundcheck
singinglullabies till she
makesme
feelwet.
Relax,rivers
runningdry
mysenses enjoy!
I'mnot trying to hide it-
whatsweet excitement.
I'mtaking out the bottles...
aroundthe town; the sound.
Moveyour body
goup and do it right
godown so quickly
moveit...Sweetness.

ChocolateKiss
Weplay in your garden.
Everynight past three,
enjoyingfireflies,
i'myour honeybee...
Thesun is up
whereare you going?
"downthe hill"-
"timefor me to go"
CharlieBucket,
Pleasedon't leave
you'reso smooth, I can't let you
slipthrough my fingers like that.
Ithink I know where you are,
chocolate-kissing
VioletBeauregarde,
sugarhas never been
soraw.
Willywas right, you
trickedme.
Allthis time I thought
Iwas your
oneand only Veruca.
CharlieBucket, why did
youlie?
I'venever felt so used-
likea candy wrapper on
theground.
Ican't believe I let you
TOUCHmewith Violet's
germs,
allover my body.
Sugarhas never been
soraw...
CharlieBucket has
neverbeen so
raw.
 
 

justanother lovey-dovey poem-a-matic
whenI close my eyes
Isee a different picture.
meand you.
thedisaster of it all.
weknow it'd come
"Iwanna make you hurt again."
"Iwanna make you come again."
it'snever ending
andI keep them closed...
Iwant to open them
butI tell myself to endure a
littlemore.
Afterall, it wouldn't
dolots of damage
forthe damage has been
done
12fucking times
Istole your smile
12fucking times
Igave it back to you.
whenI close my eyes
Isee you run away
fromme when you're
scaredto let me know
youcared.
youpainted a whole new picture
inmy head
youridea
yourcreation
whateveryou wanted it to be.
batteriesnot included.
Weshared each other
actedlike tomorrow had
nochildren.
nodistraction to spoil
ourlittle
rendez-vousof fun
andno regrets...
12fucking times
Itried to shut you up
asyou
mockedthe way I
kissed[you]
12fucking times
Itried to
openthese eyes
butyour glue is
keepingthem
shut,with love.

girlie
girliein a dress
girlieat the gas station
talkingto "Jim"
thinkingof bubblegum.
girlieas a boy with no toys.
Don'trepress what you hide
skinnylegs
powdersoft.
everyone'sa girL.

pyro
I'mfalling in HATE with your damned urgency
Idon't understand what you're doing to me.
Ohsay it's untrue, that you burned my
heartin two.
withno remorse.
kickingoff those black boots
inyour deadly ways
inyour hidden phases.
Istop to wonder where I am
becauseyou got me lost
inyour dirty socks.

*untitled*
youlet me sit here in this swallowed chair,
notrisking deadly summer light.
Iwant to disperse my qualities all over
thestreets and watch you play
withthem like a child.
Sweet,innocent child.
Thatmakes love to my mind
Yourvoice fucks my ears
inthat tone of whisper
that'stoo much for me too
handle.
Iget exited.
Noone listens.
Sweet,innocent hurt.
I'vefallen to the ground.
Dirton my knees,
scratcheson my chest.
Yourshadow gazing
downon me from 5 feet above.
Blockingthe sun
youstare me down-
whenall I wanted was a little
touchagain.
Butyou didn't ,
likea child that lost it's ball
 
 

untitled
 thedeepest of your wicked ways
paintedthat smile which clings to my stomach
longbefore thoughts became words...
thisdark long kiss we've had
trembleson my skin like your
voicewhen you sing and your fingers
whenyou play.
ipaint my smile for your eyes to tickle as we
both
collapsein distraught.
 
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