Post by magzye on Mar 5, 2004 5:52:16 GMT -5
Night Mares paw outside
The one view window open
Wide for the demons
Hairbrush handle held
With an ivory hand firm
In it’s desired goal
Brushing hair of past
Days clumped in the Night Mares mane
When the wind cut close
Burning itch kept down
By my nails caught in dead skin
Soothed by deadened nerves
Number grave wisdom
In a numbered grave unloved
Lovely apathy
Variable men
As equations to peruse
Rubiks cubes with legs
Sell lemonade drinks
Strychnine sugar cubed truths
Still as yet unproved
Night Mares know the “nay”
Or I am mishearing all
Is it no or yes?
If the world’s a stage
And the tragedy’s within
Is it comedy?
I won’t cast a stone
At the demons eyes but I’m
No sinner just kind
Haunting hairbrushes
From a mother’s fairy tale
She loved misery
I love misery
Naught but I love company
So does misery
It perches over
My slumbering head at night
Parroting my soul
Faces always blench
Someday except where the blood
Settles in violet
Woke up soaked in sweat
Shadow cutting at its thread
No Wendy to care
Santorum in me
Bloody in its flushing out
I didn’t need it
Hidden things don’t sell
Well with the critics at large
Not honest nor raw
Fine I’ll come out and
Admit I’m a concubine
Would you like a price?
Displaced and covered
By a sheet of stress induced
Hives from his honey
Demon tracks still fresh
Plaster mold them for my self
Museum of hate
Inverted anger
Is an apt definition
For this depression
When he f*****d me he
Certainly f*****d my inner
Slowly healing pride
Almost back to It
That point before I found her
That faith renewed
I thought I was done
With life but she proved I’m more
Alive than I thought
Evolution’s hard
Took so long to come this far
For us as humans
I’m ready to go
On become myself in time
Survival within
Metal to the wrist
Pleasure in a firm kissing
Closest to my heart
Haiku’s do concern
They told me in class always
What is natural
Internal nature
Internal struggle I mean
Is that natural?
On the tv screen
A dad kills his son with weight
A weight called ‘dumbbell’
The bells all toll dumb
In the signs of abuse they
Are oft times voiceless
I try not to cry
When strangers ask why it went
On so long- I’m weak
Too weak to contrast
My father’s ‘love’ against theirs
Those children smiling
Strong enough to live
While everything died ‘round
Call it grave wisdom
The food doesn’t work
Well at making me feel full
I still feel empty
The one view window open
Wide for the demons
Hairbrush handle held
With an ivory hand firm
In it’s desired goal
Brushing hair of past
Days clumped in the Night Mares mane
When the wind cut close
Burning itch kept down
By my nails caught in dead skin
Soothed by deadened nerves
Number grave wisdom
In a numbered grave unloved
Lovely apathy
Variable men
As equations to peruse
Rubiks cubes with legs
Sell lemonade drinks
Strychnine sugar cubed truths
Still as yet unproved
Night Mares know the “nay”
Or I am mishearing all
Is it no or yes?
If the world’s a stage
And the tragedy’s within
Is it comedy?
I won’t cast a stone
At the demons eyes but I’m
No sinner just kind
Haunting hairbrushes
From a mother’s fairy tale
She loved misery
I love misery
Naught but I love company
So does misery
It perches over
My slumbering head at night
Parroting my soul
Faces always blench
Someday except where the blood
Settles in violet
Woke up soaked in sweat
Shadow cutting at its thread
No Wendy to care
Santorum in me
Bloody in its flushing out
I didn’t need it
Hidden things don’t sell
Well with the critics at large
Not honest nor raw
Fine I’ll come out and
Admit I’m a concubine
Would you like a price?
Displaced and covered
By a sheet of stress induced
Hives from his honey
Demon tracks still fresh
Plaster mold them for my self
Museum of hate
Inverted anger
Is an apt definition
For this depression
When he f*****d me he
Certainly f*****d my inner
Slowly healing pride
Almost back to It
That point before I found her
That faith renewed
I thought I was done
With life but she proved I’m more
Alive than I thought
Evolution’s hard
Took so long to come this far
For us as humans
I’m ready to go
On become myself in time
Survival within
Metal to the wrist
Pleasure in a firm kissing
Closest to my heart
Haiku’s do concern
They told me in class always
What is natural
Internal nature
Internal struggle I mean
Is that natural?
On the tv screen
A dad kills his son with weight
A weight called ‘dumbbell’
The bells all toll dumb
In the signs of abuse they
Are oft times voiceless
I try not to cry
When strangers ask why it went
On so long- I’m weak
Too weak to contrast
My father’s ‘love’ against theirs
Those children smiling
Strong enough to live
While everything died ‘round
Call it grave wisdom
The food doesn’t work
Well at making me feel full
I still feel empty