Brightly colored, cellophane covered boxes
Hold a “fix” and one less breath of being.
Their contents are tidy.
Hidden under a soft silver foil
They lay fresh and new, virgin.
An exotic beauty with coy eyes
And ink black hair plays a siren song,
Inviting you to hold her glass body to your lips.
She is amber golden seas,
And the rich spiced flavor Of unknown lands.
A timeless pungent aroma
Grabs subtly at the threads of reality,
Slowly pulling them apart and reweaving them.
A sharper image and warmth Emerge through the thick air left behind.
These are small treats and vices,
An ounce or breath of self reward,
In a daze of expectations…
Don’t let them!!!
Don’t let them tear you down just because you are brown,
Don’t let them make you cry or make you want to die,
Don’t you dare hold your head down for that they would see they had brung you down.
Keep your head up child.
Don’t let them be the reason why you go home and cut yourself.
For that I would say,
Get out make it your day and love yourself!
Void of Sadism
The pain of the Heart
Is the worst for it brings
With it untold amounts of
There is no relief from
The unanswered longing
For things you cannot know
Your love goes unanswered,
Your pain here and gone
And here again.
Tears of despair,
And see how I am deaf
To your screams.
And you will…
AND CRY OUT IN PAIN
NO ONE will answer
Your pleas for release
From this awful agony;
No one can hear you
NO ONE IS LISTENING;
WE are ALL deaf to you.
WE ARE ALL DEAD TO YOU;
And there is nothing
You can do;
Except succumb to the merciless void