Tattoo

needles and ink,

they made pictures and frescos

across dark melanin skin.

A couple,

hearts knotted into one,

through veins and arteries.

they were inseparable,

fluttering kisses,

making love like rough tsunamis

across rocky cliff sides,

like volcanoes erupting from

hot lava,

breaking surfaces and crust.

their tattoos made love to

dark melanin skin.

they were in love, ink and needle,

meant to forever make bloody masterpieces

for broken and healing hearts.

P.O.W.

I am a prisoner of women,
in a prison of cold case loves.
I choose my poisons, wisely.
A prisoner of the female anatomy.
trapped to suffer from
words as sweet as the soliloquies
whispered in the ears of
infatuated girls boy lovesick boys.
smart as blades, sharpened
jut enough to slide through
the skin of their victims.
I am a prisoner of weapons.
not afraid to say that
this is a prison I could spend
the rest of my life in,
for in this prison, I choose
my poisons wisely.
Whether it be a woman,
lips laced in lethal lies
as tart as kiwi seeds,
or a dominatrix,
cat o' nine whips
engulfed in flames of lust and desire,
for in this prison of
words, weapons, and cold case loves,
every man who's touched these walls can
say a dominating woman
is the only pleasure you feel.
It just depends on which kind of poison you choose,
and women on top
are of the best ilk.

THE FORGOTTEN

We believed them,
we saw them exult happiness
and euphoria in every
flutter of their wings.
They gave us dreams,
and saved us from nightmares,
and then they were gone.
forgotten by the same minds
that created them.
they'll never be relinquished
as the ones we thanked
for blessing our imaginations.
we'll leave them,
like young children forgetting homework,
just like they left us,
when we needed them most,
they'll hide and we'll find them,
and remember that at one time,
they were nothing more than
figments of our imagination.

BUTTERFLY KISSES [ODE TO SOMEONE...]

We wait,
steadily concentrating on
the pros and cons of what could happen.
My lips on the verge
of touching the round,
smooth, silky lining of yours.
My mouth got tense
I pulled back for a second.
That long long agonizing second
felt like years.
years of regretting this,
the chance to enjoy something
so vicious,
so adventurous.
I searched for something,
in the periphery of your eyes,
A sign that you were ready,
In your eyes,
I saw butterflies,
and in my reflection,
the same.Before I could even speak,
A blast of courage hit my lips.
and I loved it.
every tongue twist,
every sound and bite,
it felt like fire in our mouths,
like butterflies escaping
from our throats
just to flutter against
each other's wings.
you let my lips go, and with them,
you released my fears, my worries,
our butterflies into the atmosphere.

WINTER

Snowflakes,
Aurora cried for summer's death.
The sun didn't come anymore.
All we had was the cold,
the frozen lakes,
the clouds,
and snowflakes.
At one time,
we watched stars shimmer,
in summer night skies.
We shared ripe peaches on river banks.
sweeter than sugar
were the orange, fuzzy peels
that sat wet and loose
hanging from your lips.
My tongue would tingle,
tingle at the feel of kissing it away.
We watched Helios carry
the sun across the Indian summer skies,
time passed us and our love right by,
and then it happened.
Warm breezes came no more,
hot summer nights became nothing but a memory,
and just like Phaeton's death,
our warm sun fell to our earth,
and set our trust,
our loyalty,
our lives,
our love,
on fire...
all that was left were the broken promises,
fake hellos,
shed tears,
unwritten love songs,
and us.
All we have as proof of the summer love we had,
are burnt photos,
unspoken words,
the cold,
the clouds,
and snowflakes.
All rotating, falling, and nipping
at the winter wonderland that became my heart.
lies gave us our painful winter,
and I hate that I love it so...

Jigsaw Falling Into Place

"Words are blunt instruments, Words are a sawed-off shotgun" -Radiohead

Someone asked me what this song meant one time, and I really couldn't answer at first. I thought up something really interesting though, and I really liked it I guess. Sooooo, just to elaborate on it a little more, I believe the song is about love. It's about the moments before everything gets sloppy, and when things are just perfect in anticipation of events to come with a new potential lover. A night someone has never experienced yet can sometimes be the night they never forget. Where it says "before" this and "before" that. To me, it plays on how we appreciate the game so much, and how the catch is a lot more fun than actually maintaining what you've received. For example, the discrepancy between hooking up and getting married.
Also, i would like to amend some of the lyrics. it's not "you've got a cheshire cat grin" it's "WE'VE got a cheshire cat grin" hence the "all blurring into one" line afterwards. I used a piece of software called "roni slow-me-down" for winamp to listen to the song at a slower pace and it is DEFINITELY "we've" and not "you've". To me, this dramatically changes the emphasis of the situation present. Somebody please listen to the new studio version and try to figure out if it's We've or You've because it's been driving me nuts. Also, the line "Before you start unravelling" is not in the studio version either, it is replaced with "Before you're lost between the notes" and the next line is "just as you take the mic". The rest of the song is ok. but i feel like i've listened to it enough times now as it is my favorite song, but everyone seems to get that one lyric backwards about the cheshire cat grin.

Broken Dolls

You're like a doll made of stone,
I cant scratch through your surface.
You're like a puppet,
You do what you're told,
You're like a mannequin,
Your expression is dull and useless.
I endure hours of pain,
constantly trying to fix a broken doll,
I can't cry to you the way I want,
You sit there and say no words.
I reach my arms out to you,
and constantly it backfires.
Time after time,
I walk away with splinters.
My heart bleeds more than
An emo child's wrist,
Because your careless attitude
is like a razorblade to my veins.
You're a broken doll,
and yet I still find a way to love you.
As much as it hurts me to say,
You have no motivation.
No reason to move,
Like robot legs without a motor.
I try so hard to let you know
That all I want is for you to love me
As much as I love you.
For you to hold me like I'm worth something.
For you to love me.
But, I guess there's a time where we all realize,
Things change.
Metal into rust,
Paint into dust,
And just like a lightbulb,
We all need a replacement.