janey-jayne

I am the last drop of wine in your glass The sip that quenches your thirst and leaves you parched I am the sigh between your lips The name on your tongue I am the daydream that stretches over your mind The lustful thoughts that keep you up at night I am the spider scuttling across your floor The sand on your eyes The four am regrets that make you toss and turn I am your poetry Plucking all the right cords Composing a melody Until you are crying And I am laughing And I have birthed a symphony A beauty so obscene I am your poetry

Bless me father or I have sinned, and sent souls back to where they begin. I love to laugh and love to love, but still my heart to the angels above. I am but a man with my own whims, but find it hard when the light dims. I'll trample man as he did the dove, hanging him high from branches upn above. I'll spill his life force so sanquine, and pray Bless me father or I have sinned.

On the precipice She stands at the ready The wind swirling around Her feet unsteady. She looks down It is a long way She is frightened But she cannot stay. No one can stop her She has made the decision Others cannot understand They only see derision. The wind whips her hair The way down very steep She takes a step forward To the abyss she leaps.

If I were you, I'd love me too. I'm all that you could dream. I adapt to what you crave from me, But I'm far from what I seem. If I were you, I'd call my bluff, All my words are pretty lies. My charming front is all an act, I'm just like other guys. If I were you, I wouldn't care, I'd love me all the same. It would be worth the hurt to be with me, I'd feel privileged for the pain. If I were you, I'd grow fatigued, With my insecurities and flaws. I'd tire of my pathetic need, To be worshipped and adored. If I were you, I'd help me change, Become a better me, I'd love me too much to let me go, When I've seen all I can be. If

Suicidal because I'm lonely. Drunken until it owns me, Poverty's hands hold me. Anxiety notions mold me. I'm a tiger locked in a zoo. Seems that you are too. Their telling us go to school, Considering us all fools. The pupil learns from the teacher, The teacher mimics the preacher, The preachers working for money, Some but not all, its funny. It appears that I'm going crazy. Crazier more than lately. Visions of having babies. She's twisting my arm to make me. Provoking me till it hurts, I knocked his dick in the dirt. He really shouldn't have pushed me. I guess he thought I was pussy. Pride is what makes us stand, But pri

I stand alone on our street, Where perfect strangers used to meet. Memories fall amidst the rain, With hope I'll see your face again. The mere sound of raindrop steps, Plays soundtrack to my late regrets. I pace our street, I pace the years, While raindrops mix with salty tears. And I wonder, Why couldn't I love you? And I wonder, What you might say if you knew. If it's true that only perfect strangers meet, I vow to stand forever   in the rain upon our street.

In the skies - day and night, As the sun goes down; they unite. Dashes of blue and the orange hue, Paint heaven's canvas on time's cue. Not quite day but not yet night, Into the darkness fades the light. The Earth weeps; treaded bare, The flowers wilt; their sad frames stare. The heavens tremble in our nonchalant wake, Whatever has happened is our mistake. Empty shells that once, life, held, Now, prophetic messages of doom they spelled. Falling, falling- the sun is drowned, No light in the darkness all around. Oh foolish mortals! Be aware, This is your bane, your nightmare! The dusk is upon us.