Apache Kittens got Claws's blog: "Poetry"

Blood in, blood out Left or Right, truth and doubt You’re gonna bleed, No matter which road you take Blood in or out, babycakes Baby baby, do you remember? Coming to me broken in September? Repairing your shoulder and breaking your heart, She left you to me, and I played the part Five years later and I can’t take the game Blood in or out, I can’t even say your name It hurts to stay and it hurts to go It hurts to forget and it hurts to know Blood in, blood out Left or Right, truth and doubt You’re gonna bleed, No matter which road you take Blood in or out, babycakes

I no longer look at him as my lover, though he was in so many ways. I no longer look at him as my friend, though he was more than that simple phrase portrays. Let it be, as the Gods look upon me, with faith regarded, set me free. Free of the ties which bare me to the one who laced my nights in fire. Take me back to the moment when time didn’t exist and my lungs held no breath, for I fear without him all time has stopped and I shall never breathe again. Yet as I have so loved, let him so love, as I have so breathe so shall he. Be it fate or coincidence, let happiness be in his arms soon, for I know it tires in loneliness, because he is so fine that every star in the heavens has dimmed in respect for his presence. This symphonic spirit in mortal guise has so captured the essence of human perfection that every emotion is green with jealousy for the desire to play across his face in the merest of moments is too great. Oh, were I his happiness!! For to light up his eyes, rosy his cheeks, and die upon his lips in a smile would leave my hunger satiated for eternity.

Whisper into the fire, "What are your fallacies? Clutched now at your breast, your poison realities? I'll touch you with the fire, but do not hesitate to burn, Every hope, every dream, every truth you'd hoped to learn. Experience the destruction of all childhood fantasies, Emblazened in the very orange of lifelong mendacity, Surrender to the torch, to cleanse the poison from your breast. As it peels away layers, the winds of truth at your behest, Submit to the fire, shed your restrictive husk, Reality touches to burn, and burn you must!"

Should a love so deeply delivered unto my heart impart through shivers, fleshing out the feeling between my fingers, slipping down into my thighs where the feeling lingers, so deliciously fanning up through my chest, crashing in upon it's velvety crest, slipping in so deeply to illicit a response, and deeply I roll without the slightest preponderance, so entranced now my body moves of it's own will, as I submit wholly to this fabulous thrill, lost in it's enticement and carressed by it's splendor, I look forward to a morning to so sleepily remember...

I shall not leave unto others, that which I may do myself. I shall not walk one path but many, for I may understand nobody whom I have not walked with in their struggles. I will not listen to speak, but listen to hear. I will not speak to be heard, but speak to move. I will not move to be seen, but move to act. I am of everyone and no one, within time and timeless, of pain and sorrow, and happiness and joy. I do not know thee as a separate entity, but I do know thee, for I know me.

First let me state why I wrote this. I was inspired to write it by something I read. We all have our vices, be it music, food, attention, drugs, a person, etc. The beauty is, this poem can be any of them. I loathe the way my pain seems to feed you, I'm ashamed by the way my fingers seem to need you, A perfect drug? Addiction found? Loveless dependency, and another round, I should shun the very sight of you, yet I reach delight every night with you, And where does it leave me? Hopeless dependency, habit bound

Do not stumble so quietly into my heart I know not of thy presence. Rage! Rage into my soul without trepidation, without remorse, and without apology. Make thy presence known, and in so knowing, felt! Pulsing, pounding, blinding, deafening, all-consuming. For I say, nay, I scream, unto you it is not love if I do not feel it, if I do not breathe in it's arrival with ragged, pleasure-soaked gasps. Touch me to burn me! Do not whisper I love you, scream it! Make it resound through my head in a pain-seeking bliss that I might hear it always, and doubt it never. If you are to love me, do it, but do not tremble so in thy reach. Tremble, yes, heart upon heart, but not in thy resolve to lay thy heart alongside mine, for I shall surely feel your fear-soaked shudder and doubt all my eyes have witnessed through your profession. Strike swift, and strike true, for the future is only as strong as the actions which build it.

What say ye? Say thee of he? Dost thou wish to rend from his chest my heart which I have laid to rest? Is so deep my deception that thou would destroy thy pain through our perfection? Did my lie intrude upon thy solitude to awaken thee....rude, to a deceit so lewd, it's very utterance resounds as a mere platitude? I resigned myself not to fight, but to die, and be born again in my lover's eye Despite all pain I would possibly loose, the lie to me was in the ruse, so sigh did I as I did choose For no longer could I hide from where my heart now resides, and though I lied I bore it all in truth with the impetuousity of youth.... to be so briefly loved, so darkly......... soothed