Pink Lining

Driving home,
A head cluttered with thoughts,
Tank on E
Blank stare,
Broken
By the pink lining
In the
Sky.

Art

Bare skin,
Never perfect.
Eyes stare into the distance -
Love lost within the night,
A figment or a pleading flight?

Is all of this, real or fake?
An illusion- delusionary state?
Lost in sessions of imperfections and my moderate mistakes.

This bed-
It's empty  but full of stories to tell.
Listen carefully,
These stories are painted for only those who admire,
The art of
Seduction.

I Wonder.

Silence,
I am captivated by the silence and stillness that surrounds me.
Serene is the world that encompasses me,
And somehow I find peace in this idea of eternal bliss,
Eternal stillness,
Eternal slumber.
I wonder:
'Do others feel so peaceful, so unafraid, so clear minded before doing what we view as selfish acts?'
I wonder.

I am not scared,
I am alone-
But that is nothing new.
I am calm,
My breathing is shallow, and evenly flowing in and out of my tired lungs.
This can't be it.
Life on Earth-
There has got to be something better,
Something bigger,
Something more exciting that comes next.
I am anxious to find out.

Inside Out

Guilt,
Eats me from the inside out,
Just wishing it would eat the calories I've consumed.
Indulgence,
A weakness of mine.
I look in the mirror and see imperfections,
Nasty, obvious, and growing imperfections...
Crawling out of my skin,
Into my reflection,
Tearing her apart.
Words creep into my tattered mind.
They wound,
They scar,
Even more than before.
Will these demons ever stop
Tearing me apart?
Piece by piece?
Inside out?

Through My Eyes

Suffocating with more than enough fresh air to breathe
Drowning in my own demise.
Stuck in a cycle, that I know to well-
I only remember solace in your eyes.

A simple touch,
Would be more than nice.
A warm embrace through just one night-
But instead I am drowning,
Suffocating in this fresh Spring air.

Take me there,
I hate it here.
I have the numbness that encompasses me-
I hate who I've become, and who I might be...
I drown in sorrows bittersweet.
But once again, You're far from me.

You turn my angst,
Into your pain,
Instead of listening - it becomes a game,
Of who has it worse,
It's always you...

Why for once, can't you see it through...
My crying eyes?

Goodnight

"Goodnight" I whisper as my eyes grow heavy...

Clarity in The Shadows

Let her light create shadows,
and her shadows create clarity.
Her gaze cast to the skies,
She wonders "Is there Heaven and Hell?"

Sky drenched in fire,
She smiles.
Her breath is shallow, but just enough to keep her heart beating.
Not much makes her heart beat anymore nowadays...
But sometimes when her heart stops it is more exciting than the pounding of its beat.

She decides to make today a productive one,
In her own way,
That many would argue is far from productive.

Caressing her face,
Her hair dances with the slight breeze.
She fabricates the next story she will write,
A hopeful fiction,
Laced with lust and love under pale moonlight.