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When
envloped in hope
Dreams wishes and love
Are like mists
The fingers of their embrace
Fleeting at my touch
When will the fingers of my dreams
become tangable feeling
The arms of a lover
the sweet scnet of flesh
Infautation that
fades into
sweet love and
Peace
When
The time has come
the fruits of my labor
harbor all my dreams
let them drop now
to my awaiting palms
my eager mouth
to finally taste the juices of truth and
happiness
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Don't know where it came from
Rythm is the base to the dance of the fire
I envy it's shamless
Life
Burning away with no care
Only passion and love
I envy the flame
I wish I could dance without wanton
I wish I could smile like the sun
And be free
I wish my touch would leave
that lasting scare
A burn even from afar
Those who dare
Dance
With
Death
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6 Sides
They enclose me
My everything is here
But Six sheilds don't
Six sheilds hardly yeild
Freedom from this box
It's my box
Not created by the hands
Now to this box, many come
To see the wonders
Their eyes are blind to the reality
of my box
Seeing is not believeing
Or do they not see?
My box won't let me see it's self
but let's others
hurt, tear, rape, scare
Then leave
It's the same cycle
Never Freed
but always unslaved
Never Trapped
but always wrapped up
Countless have broken in
Tryied to save
but the box folls them
turned them
rapes me
Box you are of my own
To portect?
to smother
Owe God!
You've locked me in this box
won't someone steal the key
For me?
Set me free
Or... renslave
If only the box was stronger
but like me it's bruised
ever yeilding
Somehow always sheilding
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Childhood
I've been through some ole things
Saw my life really ins't all that bad
Hasn't ever been
Don't think It ever will
Just seems that way
I can't really know what goes on
In others lives
Can't know how much pain they face If I help...
It's just the goody brat
What does she know?
Then I go cry
Cause it's tur
I know NOTHING
I only see
Please let me help
I can bring comfort with a smile
And a warm home
An open heart
a true love
My heart knows
If that is all it knows
I don't want to get mixed into the crowd
Let me be the one to heal with love....You childhood
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Coke Bottle (this ones for you)
Wet But cold it drips
for lusty lips
tight fingers wrap and rack my frame
only to caress and leave
my beckon silent
I hear you CLICK CLICK CLICK
I see your dry lips
"let me wet them" I call
I hear your light grunt
To pause on the edge and let
my wild wetness
caress your parched throat
And sooth that firey hunger
take me all in , swallow it all
down... down... down...
You've been a bad boy
Let mommy spank your taste buds
rotte your tetth
and fuck your thrist
Finally the moment
holy lift
Sweet release
Obeying your desire
You drain me
The coke bottle ..........
(heh)
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The Box
11:09
I lay awake.
'Cause the world I can't shake
From my fat shoulders
It must be the weight.
The problems of the world.
Well the world I surround myself with,
IT all keeps crushing down on me
"She's fat" they say
Now I say it too
"If she can carry her weight"
"Let her carry this too!"
And upon me they stack
All their problems they rack
Now when I look in the mirror
I only see red
On my face, from the anger and fear
red on my face
From the pain and the tears
I want to be thinner
To look like a woman
With curves from hips, not from fat rolls
My friends are all thin
Thinner then me
Lost weight over the summer
But fatty fat me
That's all they I see
So I toss and I turn
The world rocking like the sea
From my weight
Yeah I'm fat
So lay it on me....
11:17
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