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flawedm
August 9th, 2008, 3:01 PM
---[patron]
And suddenly her arms were there
Wrap't 'round me once more;
for such a time there were none,
but now I am safe, with her once more.
---[departure]
Timid as those green eyes darting--
A soft hand caressing me.
Touching where hot aches lay
giving what only she could,
then retreating once again, away
---[orchestral]
Hot tongues of ice whipping at my feet.
That chaotic orchestra playing our theme,
madness within chaos;
ever louder until it breaks
---[touch]
Yet he could love her
and be whole within her
warmth and caress.
---[breakable]
So precious beneath me.
A fragile monster of broken beauty.
My porcelain ballerina smeared with scarlet.
---[disloyal]
Lovely her skin against
the palm of my hand.
Gypsy of my dream and
married to him.
---[orientation]
His arms feel so foreign
And his dominance makes me burn
So different from a woman
But yet I never yearn
---[missing]
Storming sea breeze eyes
A buzz cut and no clue
His bullets tell no lies
Crashed in the fighter jet he flew
---[halves]
Calloused, lean, a fighter
He is my man
Soft, delicate, a butterfly
She is my other half
---[wrong]
A hasty retreat to her bed
Father, an intruder to our happiness, walks past
She back to me, no words said
We kiss and cuddle and hope this lasts
---[distorted]
She is a fallen woman, one who is the night
But I find myself entranced by her sickly sight
This story of a lady humbled to the earth
Urges me to build her self worth
And so, the decision made, I open my door
To this beautiful one time gutter whore
---[violate]
Warm lips on my neck
Heavy breathing from my mouth
A gloved hand roaming
A revolver somewhere else
---[regret]
That stinging pain she loves
My sweet scent confusing her
I want gentle hands, soft eyes
She wants the whip again
…Flowers and masochism
---[over]
Gazing back into the time before
When his hands weren’t scarlet
And his eyes weren’t cold
When he would love me
Before this angry war
---[growth]
Love is the subtle cherry scent
Coming from her neck
Love is the rocking bed
Making sleepless sounds
Love is this being in my hands
Waiting to call me daddy
---[slave]
Another washed out day of nothing
And a night of I can’t sleep
My pimp says hit the corner
One more wasted day
---[junkie]
Loose change dancing in her pocket
She demeaned herself for 90 cents
But for another rail of Coc
She’d kill another man
---[infatuated]
Blithe is the person beside me
Unaware of my heart that burns
Broken as it lies beneath me
Frightened when the knife turns
---[fate]
Cold and distilled autumn winds
A nostalgic yearning in my gut
His hand no longer over mine
As I lock his coffin shut
---[censorship]
In this world of twisted beauty
And of falsely smiling liars
There is no middle ground
No downtime in a war
And a drop of true real love
Face it as it is
And anchor to our cold existence
Or be dead men for not

mystletainn
August 9th, 2008, 6:20 PM
Belongs in the Poetry subforum.

*moves*