CANCER OF THE MIND...THE WORDS THAT BLEED THEREIN

THE FOLLOWING ARE THREE POEMS I WROTE ALL ABOUT THE SAME TIME AS EACH OTHER. I THOUGHT I HAD FOUND A GUY WHO WAS GENUINE ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP UNTIL I FOUND OUT THAT HE HAD A PREGNANT GIRLFRIEND HE WAS LIVING WITH PART TIME. 13TH MAY 2006 The windows aren't quite so filth ridden now; think perhaps... Sign in to see full entry.

THIS WAS WRITTEN ON THE 14TH OF MAY 2006. SO OBVIOUSLY I WAS 22. Such a perfect role model for destruction; the ghostly throughfare of love enigmatic and isolate. The eyes of broken doubt painting warfare on this wake, a wanton dream so lewd with disbelief; and here I stand. A pedestal of... Sign in to see full entry.

THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 17 YEARS OF AGE. IT'S A LITTLE WEIRD, BUT I WAS PROUD OF IT WHEN I FIRST WROTE IT. Run rose boy. Sniff your beautied scent, Pluck your flower of hope; And sink, Down, down, Forever down Into your sewer of Placid dreams… Fearful dreams… Empty dreams. Run the stride of... Sign in to see full entry.

The wind swept along the cracked and blistered pavement. There was a burning desire in her bones, A thirst for the lazy summer heat to return. For the birds to sing in early morning basks To dance with teasing motion As spring pounces upon them. For the bitumen roads to exude the sweltering heat To... Sign in to see full entry.

I’m breathing, but barely alive She hates you fool, her anger thrives This day was over before it began And I want to fade away, go back to then. The angel of dark touched my soul She cut my throat; the pain made me whole, Satan kissed me, fucked the cancer in my head You think you know me, but baby... Sign in to see full entry.

6 TH OF MAY 2006...22 YEARS I don’t believe, and the breath of such things is crucifying. A dying sunset punctuated by deathly storm clouds, and how is the question that leaves my trembling lips. I’m the by-product of abuse; a shattered, used toy without a home. A lustful wish to find belief; but my... Sign in to see full entry.

THIS IS A SONG I WROTE WHEN I WAS 16. IT IS A LITTLE LONG, BUT I JUST HAVEN'T GONE BACK OVER IT YET. SO PLEASE OJUST BEAR WITH IT. Standing on a street corner, You’re selling your life, your youth, and your innocence. Scarred by love You say you don’t care, Hit the lights And you’re going to kill... Sign in to see full entry.

Constantine of the time, Warped and able. You crash and burn like a heroin junkie, Falling to the tiled floor at your feet. Your heart disabled Broken; Fleeing to be free from this corroded mess. I’ve no more time than the dying gods, It’s simple a wannabe ploy. The stars like blood, Spattered... Sign in to see full entry.

Tip toe sweet creature your broken feet dragging through the morose corridors. I spied the beauty Belle raped and drugged upon the bathroom floor, the beast in his sitting room a needle in his paw. Hanging in the hallway the innocent smiles of children culled and hung, a trophy for the ill bred...... Sign in to see full entry.

A little bit of time flooded and estranged A little bit of laughter, left locked…simply deranged I woke to the sound of heat in the air Knew at once the image that lingered there. Tick went the clock, tock was his voice The damned rain bled in torrents, I had no viable choice The picket of... Sign in to see full entry.