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Monday, February 14, 2011

Recipes

She is looking for a cure, she is plotting her demise. Every moment filled with thoughts of you, this sickness has taken hold. Self medication helped to dull the senses but now clear headed, fresh blooded the memories seep back. Slowly working their way to the back of my eyes. You are all I see. A... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Windows

Barefoot, she tiptoes through marble hallways, step after step cool and sticky. Peeling each footprint from beneath her - as if the stone will not let her go, warming to memories she will never forget. keep passing the open window I cannot find where I heard this, but it is burned into my mind - a... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Fortune Cookie

They gave us three fortune cookies, we saved one for you. It was one we both wanted, so we saved it for you. We opened ours each in turn, they were cute, something about hens and eggs, about future and present. Then we cracked open yours, there were two inside. You were holding us both. You told us... Sign in to see full entry.

Tell

Tell me your story. This is your opening, because if I start I will never stop. I am making up for lost time. I want to know everything, I want to tell everything. Not because I like talking, or I have something to say - I just don't want to be quiet anymore. If you are going to judge me, you should... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Shot

A shot is a shot, it doesn't matter from who's gun it came. I can't breathe when I think about it, I can't breathe. A leaded weight ties itself to my lungs and I just can't breathe. I can't talk or focus my mind to anything - lack of oxygen breaks your brain. Once sharpe, its now blunt and raw.... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Static

It doesn't seem quite fair, does it (no one took away my present but me.) I read these lines when I was fifteen and they stuck with me, I define myself by the things I've done and seen. I refine myself into the furthest thing from this. My breathing is shallow with a slow exhale. A memory of... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Desire

It just tastes warm, and wet, like your mouth is watering - a slow trickle. Constant hunger. She has become accustom to the taste of blood now. She bites her tongue, and is biting hard. This is a new step, a different direction - she never knew restraint before. This is a learning curve, a... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Ignore

It never gets any easier, this fight that is. It's a downhill struggle with weighted heels. It's waking each morning and snoozing the alarm hoping it will last forever, you will not have to open your eyes to another day of broken. Your mother tells you she prays everyday to die, she cannot kill... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Voices

T wilight descends upon this empty shell, Crushed by night, In the dark where spirits dwell. Piercing stars won't shine, And the moon refuses to rise. This endless spinning inside my head, burns my eyes. Each time it’s like I've forgotten my words, or my lines but they keep reminding me, and they... Sign in to see full entry.

Earthquake

What right do you have to treat me this way? When I break down and I'm crying here in front of you and you laugh in my face like I'm a child. and I don't understand why you're doing this with no emotion and no remorse; You could shun me away, like I mean nothing. and I'm inconsolable in this hurting... Sign in to see full entry.

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