Syndrome prelude

Tonight, I won't tell anyone...

The nightmares had been a plague. Coming and going for weeks, they were uncalled for. There was no traumatic event that would have caused such horrid things to appear. And still, every night, the nightmares were the same. His face, above her, in that same twisted smile. Every night. The voice she could barely recognize, so hoarse, so rough. The torment was so real, she could almost feel his hot breath on her face, telling her that it was okay to give in, nobody would think anything less of her....

Then she would awaken, same as always. Heart in her throat, the heavy pounding making it hard to breathe. She would struggle to return to reality. Her voice wouldn't return for a minute or so, and when it did, she wouldn't be able to hold back the screams. The terror, fear, sadness, all echoed into the empty room, all around her, engulfing her once again. And then it would all be over. The fog would clear, and she would be home.

It would take about an hour for her breathing to regulate itself. The room would begin to lighten as morning slowly crept its way into her room, the walls turning a pale shade of blue. Finally, the adrenaline quit pumping, and her heartbeat would slow. Turning on her side, she stared at the picture on her bed stand, her last shreds of sanity left. A sudden calm swept her, and she lulled herself back to sleep. Into a dark, dreamless sleep.

Intro pt. 1

   His words were still echoing in my skull, telling me every little thing I wanted to hear, coupled with everything I didn't. It was hard to focus on the road ahead of me. It was a bit as though he was whispering the words into my ears. The Engrish accent sent chills down my spine. I knew what he had asked for wouldn't last just one night. It was a taste of what we both wanted, but could not have. Just how far could I really let this go?
   That was a question that I had been asking myself since he talked me into this. An act that was so.. Normal, on most levels. Forbidden on this one. Why on Earth would you bother, with your best friend? I felt as though my feelings wore torn. My heart said yes, this is what I wanted. My brain told me that this was the biggest mistake I would ever make. But why? You only live once. You can only screw up so many times. So why not make the best of it while you still can?
   A simple question with no answer. So I would keep bugging myself, keep driving myself crazy. All over simple questions that I couldn't answer.

Unfinished Odd Story?

Upon the breaking dawn of day,
A church there happened to be in my way.
Not quite literally, I dare submit.
Yet there I saw, off the path was it.
Needing the rest, I decided I’d go,
Though it seemed to hold secrets I shouldn’t know.
The doors didn’t open at first, but after a shove,
It flew open as if willed by the power from above.
Dark inside, save the light from the door,
Wonderment asked exactly if it was odd, or more.
A priest or pastor, I couldn’t tell which,
Knelt at the alter, praying like one stuck in a ditch.
I thought he was mad; praying so hard was he,
That when I approached him, what he saw I hoped to see.
Upon the sounds of my step, he turned on tail,
And my! That man was surely pale.
A wicked grin set upon his face,
Uncomforted I felt, standing in place.
He came forward and grasped my shirt,
The words he spoke so filled with hurt.
“As a simple preacher, I’ll tell you this,
That girl’s got a soul like a black abyss.”
Up over his shoulder, I saw her move.
Something wicked, like a tricky dance groove.

The Perfect Sin

Your taste is on my tongue,
And I know my nightmare has just begun.
The feel of you against my skin,
Every part of you is the perfect sin.

Your scent still clings to me,
Though you are far gone.
A blind euphoria I wish I could see,
A thing I'll crave all night long.

In my ear, I hear your voice say my name,
Ending the hope that this isn't just a game.
With torturous eyes out comes your call,
A plea to catch before you fall.

To give myself freely I wish I could do,
Deceit line your words so fine.
But I'm not sure if I could to you,
I find myself on the thin red line.

If I could take it back I just might,
Saving myself from this horrid fright.
Still I long for the feel of your lips,
Wherever you feel to let them dip.

The plea from your eyes is where I drown,
And should you ask, things for you I'd gladly drop.
I find myself dragged further down,
This picture we try so desperately to crop.

And so I tempted the laws of fate,
Happily taking what was set as bait.
Thus this will bring 'bout my demise,
Ripping apart my compromise.

The longing for the feel of your lips upon my skin,
The thoughts of such things are relative.
You simply are the perfect sin,
And to you I find myself vindictive.

poetic justice

alone, sitting in the corner,
she doesn't make a sound.
you'd think that you'd be closer,
than the circles in which she's sent you 'round.
nothing ever seems to break her,
though you honestly don't seem to try.
and when the time comes for the glass to shatter,
you'll never see her cry.
for it isn't hurt that she harbors inside,
not even fear or self-loathing.
it's hate, pure and true,
a hate left for the taking.
and though you'll continue running those circles 'round,
it's in her hate that you'll finally drown.

what a poetic way to die...

Sadistic Love Poetry!

I crave and I desire,
a true passion, to the element of fire.
What has been lost cannot be found,
yet shall forever stay spiritually bound.
Emotion to which I dare not show,
for I am ashamed for all to know.
This lust has will to overpower,
even during every waking, working hour.
Power like this I cannot negate,
no matter how much of me this may take.
Should I get what I so want,
happiness will not take place throughout.
For I desire in a way that cannot be,
thus I am unable to be free.
Pain when I cannot get,
but I know it is not time yet.
All else will end around,
and this desire shall so be found.

An Introduction

The point of this blog is just to have my poetry stored all in one place, rather than all over the internet because I'm lazy. I'll probably post in clusters until I finally get unlazy. Yay! :D