time-warrior

Am I real Do you see me Demoralized, lost In the dark--secrets            Insanity cast its self            On stones shaped of false hope Cold                      Not real ...  broken             Shame no longer holds me                 ~psC~     

color falls from my world drinking into the poisoned canvas melting blood red a single note like blackboard music raking my mind down down screaming like nails ~Lilith~ ... And the Wind City floated along above the land, on towards what lay ahead. (a.k.a. psC , TW)

never so clean the break, that hooks fail to remind ....    how much there was. could of beens ... lost, shattered in the never had the chance. ~psC~ (TW )

               blood-sucking insects           fields on fire and chicken litter                   I morn for Winter

There is Love Here...(the fight) Pathetic dreamer! Wake-up, live in the "real world". I am dismissed. Words between us stop. Eclipsed by pain, betrayed, I'm afraid to breathe. I hear the darkness. Your voice! I hate words. Words... threaten this… muddle that. Words tell... lies. Words kill. Shut-up! no... Passion whispers, don’t be a fool. Live…feel it, mean it! Control the words, own them, use the heat, the fire. Words intensely mine burn white-hot my soul lives Dreamer, yes I am! alive in the "real" world... there is Love here... bitterness goes to ash and is caught away.

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Snow... icy drops wet my cheek snowflakes stopping to visit fall my lashes flutter joy.

Him... looking at him my heart swells, still. I can't remember the me without him, sighs. I worry as I watch him he seems so tired, yet laughing. he taunts my frown "I Am Iron Man...." I laugh too and am comforted but only just.

fisherman and son catching nothing but minnows and the laughter of ducks

Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.

A star is on the night's horizon, distant and unreachable, but bright.

Three glasses and I’m a little drunk. Were you here, I would melt in your hands like chocolate in the sun, but you’re not here, so I’ll have another glass and pretend to forget you.

don’t want to die so much as I just can’t find a good reason to live

Unsaid The trouble is your lips and my lips want to communicate, a tangled debate of our loose tongues discussing unity. Talking with you across this distance doesn’t seem to achieve the necessary understanding, the diction of the skin, the careful phrases whispering in your eyes. Our conversation remains unstarted. Come closer, I have something I need to tell you.

Between the Letters You’re going to find me day by day, in Post-It Notes stuck to your door; you won’t know how they get there – the writing will be familiar, but you didn’t jot the words.   In dry erase marker on your bathroom mirror I’ll remind you I am still around, those pullings in your gut given voice.  At first, they’ll make you nervous – searching your apartment for some practical joker. You’ll glance around the room before you leave it, accuse friends and family. For a while, you’ll think maybe you’re crazy.  Your screen-saver will be unexpectedly altered from stars

Slide into me like an old pair of slippers, warm and welcoming, and I will comfort you. Put me on like a well-worn coat; let me slide up your arms and wrap myself around you. Pour yourself into me like a tight pair of jeans, and I will cling to you in all my fullness. Slip me on like a red silk robe, and I will whisper perfumed promises to your screaming skin. Enfold yourself in me like cool sheets, and I will make you forget the world.