The Monster in my Home

I HAD A DREAM I LET YOU GO,
OUTSIDE MY HOME.
YOU WANTED ME
DESPITE MY CONFESSION.

SO I WENT HOME ALONE,
AND INSIDE WAS A MONSTER,
MY OWN FEARS.
FEAR WON IN MY DREAM….

Hiding Place

somewhere to run to
I’ve lost
Why can’t I hold
myself back
I never learn
this is how I get hurt
setting up for failure
reveal yourself
but you’ll end up alone
like always
I need my secrets
but I’m too honest
I always show them where
it hurts most
where to throw their stones
trusting little lamb

Dream Tiger

Because of the words you wrote

I can never be sad.
It’s still hard
Not having you here.
I can’t show you my pain
Anymore.
It’s not fair.
Now that you’ve told me you’re here.
But somehow it’s not enough.
I know your not playing any games.
But old wounds
Make me afraid.
I can’t erase my past
Never thinking I’m good enough.
This is so hard.
I can’t tell you who I am.
I don’t deserve something so sweet.
I don’t deserve you.
Your perfect in my eyes,
It makes me ache with desire
To love you and protect you.
I didn’t plan for this.
It can look insincere from the outside,
But I swear my love is real.
Your stare,
A shock through me.
Your voice,
Makes me tremble.
Up all night,
Your words
Running round in my head.
I mean it when I said,
“I’d wait all eternity for your kiss”,
And I’d still love you
Even if you hated me.

I must be going crazy…

Superflat Mendacious Art

Can they speak for themselves
Or do they have wires on their mouths?
These are my scary little thoughts
Rolling around my head.
I don’t mean to offend.
I’m so in love
It makes me sick.
Hurt, hurt,
Nauseating hurt.
The machine devours human hearts,
expels commodities
for thoughtless masses.
The male genius
a fucking hypocrite.
Superflat affectation.
The woman artist
Perpetually
THE OTHER.
Our voice,
What fucking Voice?

Moral: “When Art  becomes a mass produced nonentity, It’s the end for all creative cognition amongst humanity”

DisEnchanted

You little pest
Hold your breath
please be my guest
I’m sick of your tests
I just want to be at rest
I’ll continue my quest
At your jests
I’m unimpressed
without you I’m blessed
my passion awakes in my breast
Of your charm I’m dispossessed
rip up my princess dress
Fly free from your nest
Of ghoulish depressed
deprived of their best
I am self-possessed
No longer obsessed

Dark Reflections

“Think she’ll kill herself today?
Shall we watch?
That girl is a train wreck!”
You bring me here, out of myself
I dive into the surroundings
And bring forth
Words cut by silence.
This distance protects our egos.
Play games to avoid intimacy.
Lies and more lies.
A wandering stranger with a familiar scent.
I’ll light the black candles,
and banish this darkness.

A STRANGER IN A PLASTIC LAND

You can be a rebel as long as you don’t rebel,
Stay quite,
Squint your eyes and try to destroy me, huh?
Artists recognized and crushed, shaved and eaten whole
Analyzed, broken into science, a formula to teach
And cut open to remove the heart.
Put on display, exhibited in museums,
Sold on buttons,
Repeat their words, actions
And the vampires are released to suck OUT your soul.
WELL I’M NOT GOING TO ASK YOU TO EXCUSE MY EYELINER
I’M NOT GOING TO BE YOU
BURN YOUR BARBIE DOLLS, YOU PLASTIC FREAK
I’M AN ALIEN, A STRANGER IN A PLASTIC LAND
Nevermind, Put my lipstick on display and giggle
Nevermind, you make me immortal for those who seek me
Never ever mind you

Dying Fish Tv Love

I saw a dying fish on a parking lot pavement
The little thing was struggling to breath
I thought how horrible that would be
So I picked it up and
having no water, put in my soda pop
to my surprise the fish
could breath in my soda pop
So I took the little fish home
and watched some TV
The show I watched had
colorful sets and costumes
this was the last episode of the season
So they had a contest for the fans,
to win all sorts of glittery personalized goodies
handmade by the stars
I thought, “that’s nice of them”
So I turned off the tellie
and went to the shops
It was christmas time
and all the shops were full of toys
I walked down one isle and
there were discarded boxes
with the a high school class’s
graffiti painted on them
I thought, I will buy these
and keep them empty
cause this is the year
my favorite tv show ended

Tired Wrinkled Vegas Show

on with the horns
and off with the show
make up melting in the rain
times up, game over
ugly cracked painted façade
unmasked, revealed, now a joke
punchlines so fun
hit me in the gut
memories lie wasted

Elusive Joy

Some people have no clue how
To get high
Without drugs or alcohol.
Its called joy.
And you can’t buy it in any store.
You can’t steal it out of spite.
You have to earn it.
Through following your heart.
If you have one that is.
If you haven’t destroyed it
With cruel selfish acts
And all your left with
Is a black empty shell.
cause its hip,
So hip and cool,
To be an alcoholic,
To get inebriated.
So go be fly,
With your sad pathetic self.
I’ll be over here
Enjoying myself.
Don’t try to bring me down
With your jealous words,
I see who you are!!