Monday, February 27, 2012

A Lily Pad without a Lotus

So much work to just give up
Such a long time to say goodbye
But I am tired of always looking
For what I do not see in your eyes
Like desperately needing warmth
Yet thrown into an icy lake
Even if it is not  your thing
You should care enough to fake
The effort that you lack
Is all I ever needed
Complements are null
When nothing is completed

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Awakening to Madness

Awakening to madness
Squishy, slippery, slimy warmth
As I place my feet on the floor
Lifeless bodies everywhere,
The floor isn't clean anymore
Fragments of bone scattered
About in random fashion

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Waste Not Want Not

Wasted time and wasted words
Wasted songs of beautiful birds
Sometimes beauty can be wasted
Wasting food you've never tasted
Wasted paint and wasted glue
Paper and ink is wasted too
Wasted many music notes are
Go get wasted at the bar
Wasted energy and wasted effort
Over zealous, wasting pert
Money is wasted every day
Hate is wasteful in any way
Waste not want not, as it goes
But waste one thing and let it show
I waste love, but at least it's true
I'll waste every ounce of love on you

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Bump in the Night

I desire not a thing from my dreams
Beautiful and charming perhaps,
But will not fulfill my need for screams
My judgement indefinitely suffers lapse

Special powers to impress me,
Curses to tempt and sway
Dreadful as it be,
The dreamy ones have nay

Dreamy looks and thoughtful words
Bring smiles but no real passion
Their kind comes in herds,
But easy is not my fashion

I long not for gentle expressions
That fall so easily from dreamy lips
Instead I choose transgressions
From those whose sanity slips

Those nightmarish ghouls dazzle me so,
Beautiful chaos in my demented world
Tortured and longing for show
Of love in the twisted netherworld

Sweet words from dreams come easy
But warmth from nightmares is rare
Simple and sweet, not satisfyingly queasy
As loving a nightmare's scare

Take my breath away, dear nightmare,
Even if I must scream for it to be
Our forbidden love just despair,
Or passion in the first degree?