Climbing the walls ’til my nailbeds bleed

Words on your tongue, only built to deceive.

No energy left to go blow for blow

Secrets exposed, with nowhere to go

No reason to fear, I won’t call your bluff

I truly do think that I’ve had enough

Sorrow coursing steadily through all of my veins

Refusing to let emotion take over the reins

Whatever the outcome I’ll shall rest assured

Being played by you has been fucking absurd

You wormed your way in with pizzaz and a smile

A wolf in sheep’s clothing, well disguised all the while

Always setting your mark and you making your moves

Not giving one fuck about who you lose

Gave you all that I had, but it wasn’t enough

What will you do now that I know all of your stuff

Lies upon lies, hurt swells, then subsides

Lips pursed tight, no one more the wise

Rest that worried mind, your secrets I will keep

Question is though, how did I get in so deep

Searing agony inside, but my feelings I stuff

Realizing that I will never be enough

I kept it so real through thick and through thin

Despite all my pain throbbing deep from within

I wish you no harm, want to see you succeed

I believe in your mission, your hopes and your dreams

No one with a conscience could do what you do

But remember in time, karma always comes due

Everything now, so thoroughly clear

Try all you want, but you can’t be sincere

A suffering soul, projecting self hate

Immeasurable pain, no one else can translate

Let business be business and peasure be pleasure

Giving you support through joint endeavors

No longer will I be your pawn

Should I or shouldn’t I make you gone



Pom poms hurling toward the sky

Never let them see you cry

Pause so slightly, wonder why

All your dreams forsaken


 Sideline cheers, inducing fears

Eternal waits, a thousand years

Wheels in motion, grinding gears

All your love’s been taken

black_zodiac__the_bound_woman_by_astrozerk04-d318w9w Died this death a thousand times

Within the confines of the mind

Expectations no different this time

A soulless shell, forgotten

zombie_cheerleader_idea_by_steevinlove-d2ym0jc Numbing til the pain subsides

Smiles provide a place to hide

Easier to give up than try

 Silent, Screaming, Retreating

padded_cell_by_mr_book_faced-d5ffglq  Hope appears too distant

And all is far but well

Climb inside the shell to hide

 My very own private hell

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Hands of Fate

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The world was so blessed

on this most glorious of days

A gifted baby boy arrived

with so very much to say


Two hundred three days later

she made her way into this world

Thought to be a baby boy

out sprang a little girl


They spent most of their lives

blissfully unaware

of the parallel realities

of which they both had shared


Sprinting through the highest highs

Shuffling through the lowest lows

Life would have been more bearable

with each other’s love, softening the blows


For nearly four log decades

this pair lived analogous lives

Oblivious to the existence of one another

yet undeniably magnetized


Going through each motion

trials and tribulations of similar sorts

Deep within themselves they knew

what awaited was so much more


Eventually this vast universe

showed these weary souls some mercy

Unbeknownst to each involved

straight paths would soon turn curvy


One hundred and forty characters

amazingly was all it took

Since their future,  as two souls-merged

had been carved into fate’s book

Lean on Me

This duo, now unstoppable

dealt with all types of in-betweens

The two now had the strength of each other’s shoulders

on which to lean


They each made their pilgrimage

to a foreign land so far away

A place that was filled with hopes and dreams

a locale known as L.A.

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They had pledged their undying love

vowed togetherness until the end

One night under white blossoms

these two beautiful souls would blend


Cemented together for all eternity

two souls merged into one

People stopped to smile at them

as they strode towards the setting sun

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The teens are getting stoned again

It’s so plain can’t you see

In a world full of indifference

They’re simply trying, just to be


The teens are getting high again

Not on your poisonous pills

They’ll light that flame, without shame

Say goodbye to all their “ills”


The teens are getting baked again

Fuck big pharma and their meds

Medicinal use it constitutes

Psych wards they no longer dread


The teens are flying high tonight

Not over-medicated numb zombies

Not a lick of strife nor fear of life

No calling out for their mommies


The teens are smoking the ganja tonight

Nature walks abound

I’ll not gawk while they take their walks

They’re not hurting a soul around


The teens are being themselves tonight

Bipolar obliteration

Radiant laughter and munchie chewing

Could be heard across the nation

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Living in Death

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Obsidian figure spotted in the distance

Completely moot point with regard to resistance


Peripherals reveal an obscene loveliness

Ringlets of hair clinging tight to her dress


Flesh hanging and fresh wounds abound

Utterly transfixed, you descend to the ground


Eyes remain open, enthralled by her beauty

Tis clear on this eve, her intentions, your duty


Resolute in her missions, actions involuntary

She meant you no harm, your perception contrary


Amongst the ice cold stone, she’ll survive

A thirst for vermilion, her mouth opens wide


Incisors sinking into your thews

Quenching her thirst, unintentional abuse


Eyes overflow, urge originated from need

Entrusting her entire existence to you, she just needed to feed



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Wash Over You

Refreshing cool, tingles on my bare skin
Purifying, cleansing my soul from within
Grains of sand drip agonizingly slow
Suffering in misery, I await my final blow


Splash on my tongue filled with seawater and brine
Warm rays on my face, a horizon defined
Tormented discomfort, my demise soon begins
Excruciating, restless, on needles and pins


Finding my solace, breeze caressing my hair
No doubting at all, I have not a care
Hands are in motion, though remarkably idle
Leaving me listless, delayed arrival


Buoyant and airy so weightless, so free
Utterly unshackled, heart filled with pure glee
Lung capacity shrinks with each labored breath
Anticipating my rescue line, inevitable death


Embraced by the waters that soothe riled nerves
I’m securely coddled, so snug, well deserved
With each passing tick my termination looms
The Reaper growing nearer, treads into the room


Waves growing choppy, it’s time to seek refuge
If this doesn’t cease soon, I shall need to be rescued
Feet growing entangled by unseen debris
Gasping for air, mouth filling with sea


Suffocation occurs, lack of consciousness
How did I get myself here in this mess
Arm round my waste, holding me ever so tight
My existence spared, by a beacon of light


Rewards abundant for patience afforded
Intentions are clear, not the least bit sordid
This presence it brings a most welcome sanctuary
Transcending adversity, surpassing extraordinary