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Radiator Beetles_
Radiator Beetles_ ___ ______________________________ was depraved ... innocence burned in smoke long before evereaching out to mother Armed with graphite she wrote nightmares into reality fallinto a rabbit hole dreamt of Alice affected allways. she ran across escape He was blond, English accent she survived with her only sister packing everything they owned into a bag fit for their shoulders Once, felt "the woman" would come and remind Alice of how she burnt down her building crumbling like ashes, She crept into the staircase Fossilized from eyes wanting to shatther bones penetrate these doors, sunlight doesnt boil like the distanceating for starvation Eventually, with her other ... theyd run across damns, down waterfalls stomaching only thin slices of air & having this loss of pigment to share they crept over, dug under, destroyed fences to keep him from ever reaching their face Streets imagined, come together with alleys condensed in s**t - and the pale blue sky extends into night Once cold rang inside like the footsteps trailing them into insomnia crept along the paths of lumber they fractured to flee she remembered of how he spoke.. "Radiator Beetles heat up like a furnace when they expel their waste walk with them, seduce their taste" Warmth is how starvation holds invisible And time is what we all wish to kill ____________ ___ oXXXo
Posted: 3/20/2008 at 19:50	Read 78 times \| 0 comments \| Leave Comment

assault of ejaculation
assault of ejaculation ~~~~regurgitate~~~~~ red dots breaking away at the green pattern circles around my mind in constant format trailing the cycle of confusion Delusions of lust with inverted emotions Commotion that makes me scream from sickness I am your witness that you are no longer with us I am your voice that will enter you through the beginning and rise with the end Mend me in the open wound and scab me into your pours W***e to the world with a virgin entrance and the assault that fills my mouth Will somehow save me... Author notes Written January 10th, 2002
Posted: 3/17/2008 at 15:03	Read 76 times \| 0 comments \| Leave Comment

...Unspeakable Artistry...
...Unspeakable Artistry... ... Unspeakable Artistry ... Look at me with your delicate eyes Why are they bleeding ...? Softly pleading ... Feeling you needing ... Wondrous in your disguise Somberly enchanting ... Deathly descanting ... Seductively implanting ... My thoughts of your voice Into this dying song ... And you knew all along ... That this is where you belong ... I never had a choice But to feed you my soul ... Served raven as coal ... Kept in this lacerated hole ... Of my failing morality ... Sinking misery Can it escape from me ...? … Unspeakable Artistry … I've been so lost in my agony ... I will never be able to see The way that you died for me ... Author notes one rib that holds the rest of me in place every moment bringshape~ even the ones already gone oXXXo
Posted: 3/17/2008 at 15:02	Read 73 times \| 0 comments \| Leave Comment

ReSTop Junction
ReSTop Junction : :penicillin shots to your brain as they scrape your wisdom off the back off the city bus going a little past down town into the subway station of our epileptic lining tear ducts throw away the plastic key made for emergencies jump in front of the tracks downing two inch needle presses while the barred windows hear thieves fight till death and still only come up a dollar short: :
Posted: 3/17/2008 at 15:00	Read 26 times \| 0 comments \| Leave Comment

F a m is h e d

F a m is h e d

From the sea of obsidian ... I arose and sliced through the air with volcanic glass ...
to hear the earth weep in pain spilled blood from my eyes ... forbidden pleasure ...

Cascade through sacred territory ... the puddles of unheard voices of the murdered children ...
over and again they sing to me ...

The only thing that I could do now is become the ground from which the dirt I am so familiar with ...
so we sing as it rocks me to sleep ... asleep while I'm sleeping ... and dream while I'm leaping ...

The murdered children would whisper on how they couldn't wait to be on this earth to be looked upon like feces of filth and have pain inflicted on them by the hand that never fed them ... they couldn't wait to be exposed to diseases and all the drugs that would save them for eternity ...

I looked upon their trashbag suffocated bodies and broken limbs with my bleeding eyes ... and caressed them in a motherly voice ripping apart their dreams that we just spoke of ... reminding them that they were never to have the chance ...

and I moved on ... without them ... and they dissolved into the forgotten memories of the never existence

I appear in the corner of the room ... out of no where again it seems
banging machines ... pounding against each other ... bits of metal attach to my skin

They want to feel me ... they want to watch my face cringe in the sight of my
torturing unconscious ... but I laugh and they are left to sink alone ...

No longer where I began ... now it seems I'm where I want to be ... surrounded in blankets of crosses on the mud ... crosses of lonely hope ...

Can't see my hands ... Can't hear my dreams ... Can't bare to scream now ... remaining as an inner collision from famished disillusions XXX