Bare Your Soul #1

When I looked into her crystal, glassy, brown eyes, I saw every onuce of pain. I was looking into her soul. I don’t know what, how, when or why, but I saw everything. She’s vulnerable-she keeps stitching herself close, but they snap open every time. How she crosses her arms, how she looks else-where, shunning your eyes, how she hesitates to speak-that’s her hiding in her shell. Yet here she is now, climbing out of her shell, shedding off the exterior skin, glassy eyes and all, bare naked. I think she’s inviting me into her soul. I think she wants me to explore every aching bone and heal them. I think she wants me to paint that gorgeous rosy-pink color onto her canvas-cheeks.

She needs me.

She’s scared that I’ll hurt her. I hate knowing that she thinks that. I could love her. Love her like no other. Make her smile, laugh and appreciate life once again. She’s scared I’m just like the others. Lord knows, I’m not. Ever since I saw her-bronze, sun-kissed skin, plump, cherry lips, brown-sugar eyes, a smile that could bring world peace and flowing, black, glistening hair, I knew I could love her-I would love her. And she knew that when I saw her. And now she knows she could love me.

Only When It's Midnight.

I can feel the silk,
'Can taste your cotton candy lips,
See the candles glimmer throughout the room,
'Can smell the musk and roses,
Hear the faint music of our favorite band,
It just hit midnight-our favorite time,
It's a brand new day to start it all again,
My baby angel,
My cutthroat diamond,
I'm your baby-doll,
Cuddle with me,
I'll give you sweet dreams.

You feel my skin,
Can taste the cigarettes,
See the scars stretched upon my body,
You can smell the musk and roses,
Hear our favorite band,
It's midnight,
Lets start all over,
Baby angel,
Cutthroat diamond,
Come grab your baby-doll,
Cuddle with her,
She'll give you sweet dreams.

Wondering, Wishing, Wanting…

Blues, pinks, scarlets and emeralds glimmer above my head
In the darkness that envelopes the emptiness of the four, taunting walls I can’t seem to elude from,
I lay on the fresh lavender and lilies taking in the scent,
Parsing the smell savoring it bit by bit,
I look up into the lights thinking there’s a no better sight,
For I haven’t gotten the oppurinty to explore anything beyond the place I call home,
I strech my head to the crystal glass,
The moon as high as the most graceful bird can fly,
Wondering, wishing and wanting to look at the view from another region where thrills,
Beauty and enthused turmoil occur,
Wondering, wishing, wanting…

Fuck You, Fear.

Warm, fresh tears engulf my eyes,
I sit here without a cause,
Without a purpose,
My fear has become reality,
I am nothing.

What I had made me feel acknowledged and sincerely desired,
I remember feeling the fear creeping up on me,
Knowing it was hiding in my shadows,
Lurking beneath me,
Stalking my inner sanity an soon enough,
The fear captured me,
The fear had intruded my mind, soul and heart,
It crawled through my veins and dragged itself upon my skin,

And now?
Well, the fear has won.

It had spread,
Not only invading myself,
But to the one thing that made my world worth living in,
That made myself feel ignited and as powerful and passionate as a raging fire,
The fear got to the one thing I genuinely cherished and treasured and it sickened their insides,
Invading them as it invaded me.

And now?
They're gone.

Now i'm sitting in my deserted, bleak world letting the tears escape my eyes,
Trailing down my bitter skin,
Mending with the bleak ground,
I am infinitely nothing,
All thanks to fear.

Nicotine.

You’re my nicotine.

I crave you every minute of the awakening day,

I dream of you in the darkest of nights,

I want to swallow you whole, inhale every bit of you,

Infecting my lungs, you kill me little by little,

But you make me feel so free and content, buzzed and at ease,

You taste so good, I don’t want to exhale one bit of you,

You taste so good, but you’re so horrible for me.

You’re my nicotine.

It Just Feels Right.

...And in the begining,
Everything is brand new,
Fresh, eciting, polished and shiny,
Everything said and done feels right,
Like it's the way things should be,
Ecstatic, carefree, stable and smitten.

Then there comes a point where you become aburtlry terrifed,
Thoughts looming in your mind, taunting you,
"One day, this will all fade."
Like a fire cut from it's oxygen source,
Nothing to ignite off of, no fuel,
No passion, no thrill, no excite,

And once the fire fades out complteyly,
All you have is debris of it all,
The passion, the thrill, the excitiment, that rush of intense ecsaty,
It's all burnt crisp,
Too much damage done to restore it back to life, to its rightful health.

Nothing is infinite,
All good things must come to an end,
But where you stand now is so...nice, calming, freeing and anticipating,
You want to stand in that spot forever,
Holding there hand,
Under the sun,
Even when it's cloudy,
In the rain,
Even when it's storming,
Through the snow,
Even when it's piercing cold,
Cause holding there hand is all you need and is what you always come back at the end of the day through all the chaos.

It's one of those things in life that just feels right,
Like the way things should be.

Lovers With A Reason.

Light up the cigarette,

Inhale the nicotine,

Let the ashes fall onto the moist pavement of the city streets,

Let the soothing, blissful, toxicating smoke buzz into your mind,

Traveling throughout your bloodstream,

Pumping its way into your heart.

Lets walk around the city,

Look up at the starless sky the city light blinds,

Lets walk around the city,

Not rebels without a cause,

But lovers with a reason,

Your hand in mine,

I can feel your pluse pumping faster and harder into my hand,

I grip back harder in pesponse.

Flick the cigarette,

Exhale the nicotine,

Stomp and smash it into thr pavement of the city streets,

Lean your head close to mines,

So close to where what air you breathe out I breathe in,

Your chocolate brown eyes shimmering from the city lights,

Your anxious hands still wrapped up all in mine,

Let our lips touch,

Tasting the menthol and nicotine from our cigarettes.

Let your emotions linger from your heart to mine,

Let them connect,

Lets feel them together as one,

We’re not rebels without a cause,

But lovers with a reason.