Hushed

Engulfed by frustration,
Forgotten by faith,
Fragile by nature,
Fostered through infamy.

Caged by phantom happiness,
Watched by hatred,
Hardened by death,
Frozen from fire.

Just as blue as the moon…
And as quiet as the sky.

Under the Pillow

Your touch, my skin,
My lips, your tongue
Slowly tucks in you.
Laced and caressed by
Your fingers.
My fingertips streaming down
Your heart-shaped face.
Lips like rose petals,
Grazing through my long meadow
Of a soft, slender Savanna–
Hot and humid, as our
Auras combine for the events
To come. Passion suddenly
Strikes our melting hearts,
My right index and middle fingers
Travel to the plush, moist
Wonderland of our rapture.
Deep breaths, physical distractions,
No interruptions and no witnesses.

I come back and comfort your
Tongue with mine, letting your
Wonderland knowingly pour
Warmly onto my fingertips.
You ask for the blindfold,
To make our ecstasy more
Of a secret.
“The darkness makes it mysterious,
Like a Lady of the Night,”
She gently whispered.
And as her slave, I did
As she commanded.
Under the pillow,
There was a long, thick, black
Blindfold, which I tied to cover
Her ocean-blue crystals.
She grips into my flesh,
I go back to her Wonderland
And embrace her neck.
She thinks she can control me,
She believes I can’t escape her body,
But with my hands,
I can lure anyone into
My lust playground.

Her heart’s pounding, her
Breathing is racing for my touch
Is pure but unknowingly deadly.
Under the pillow,
She doesn’t that there lies
Her fate.
My lips stroke her neck
And sneak under the pillow case.
The handle slips into my mouth,
And she cannot see.
Even if she could,
She would be blinded by
Her affection for my body and
My touch.
I scrape her very lightly,
Saying it’s our infamous feather.
I started from our Wonderland,
Then, her plains, her meadows,
Her bosom… her heart… and…
Her soft, silky neck.
“Spokojnoj Nochi, darling.”

“…What?”

She tried to struggle, but
As soon as she did, I
Started to slice through
Her thin, flowery, white coat,
Elated to see her sweet, cherry-red
candy melt onto my lips and
Into my mouth. She couldn’t
Take me in anymore;
She never owed my body.
She thought I was her servant,
Her lustful slave.
Finally, at death, she realized
I was the one who had her, for
My naked body will always
Seal the deal. And the smell of
Her liquid candy will always
Seduce me in… for the kill.

Her Unfinished Life

This girl
is always sitting in the dark.
She swallows her pride,
but doesn’t take a stand.
She wants to be free,
but doesn’t want to
turn on the light.
Fidgeting with the floor,
fighting in the air,
fiddling with her fingers,
rolling her eyes.
Dawned by her life,
empty like her hands,
motionless like her feet,
breathless like her lungs,
loveless like her heart.

Heavenless

Sugarless wings plucked from Hell,
cherry-pitted for a wanted antipathy.
Angels glide looking for a heaven,
theirs have been sucked dry by the powers
of their own souls. Yet, they are clueless.

Flying, wandering hasn’t been their answer.
The longer they do so,
the more of their heaven that vanished.
They couldn’t find their muse, their master.
They couldn’t find their heaven.

The truth was lost, forever in oblivion.
Precious stones shattered in remorse
of their unknown loss.
Birds were spontaneously set ablaze,
for the paradise and biding peace were now gone.

Masses gathered in rows, talking of massacre.
Stones were thrown, wings were ripped.
Trees shrank, animals rioted.
A blood-thirsty lust overcame,
nothing was to be left alive.

Everything marked in red, the angels are angry.
But they do not know it was them who created
all this chaos.
Their aimless foolery made their heaven dissipate,
which therefore caused a war.

Once guardians of the people, now starters of bloodshed.
The masses are belligerent, angry, but grateful.
For what controlled them has now parted.
All can be released, consequences are be handed.
Blood can be spread.

Third Eye Blind

I hate this… I hate this so much. I feel like everything I do is wrong, wrong to the point where I break myself and possibly others. However, I’m not sure if that’s really the case. I’ve been crying every night since almost two weeks ago over something I don’t know what to do about because I’ve just been left completely alone. I’ve been left in a pool of my own blood that no one knows about but me. But is it worth anyone knowing anymore? Do I still mean something, anything at all?

Bloodless

Black hole suns are the ones that have come for my soul, for the life I live now is catalytically deteriorating beneath me. The oxygen, in which I breathe, is poison but also is what keeps my heart alive. It’s empty and lonely; so lonely that it’ll take whatever it can absorb into its tissue to not feel the ominous emptiness and to not hear the screaming silence. Blood can no longer run in my veins.

Updates, Updates

I haven’t updated anything on here for a while because of school and my home life. It’s been very hectic and erratic for me. I just needed some time off some things. My finals are on Monday, so after school’s done with next week, I’ll most likely be updating my WP much more often. But for now, I’ll linger around to see what’s been going on. :)