Never Ending Party

I remember dancing in the streets that night. Something about that city could breathe some courage into me. Maybe it was something in that swamp air that affected me so. You looked into my eyes and I could see the lights reflecting back. That place ignited a fire in you that had burned out long ago. The city made you more dangerous. We ran down the street hoping to get a glimpse of the parade. Maybe we could catch a coin or two and get lucky. You told me to hang on to your arm so we wouldn't get separated. As if we could be torn apart. Fools and dreamers putting on a show of delights for all of us. The sweat dripping down my face tasted as bittersweet as the air smelled. I caught a pair of glistening beads and placed one around your neck. My king for the night. Or were you my knight in this shinning kingdom? You pulled me to a hidden alleyway so we could look up at the hazed sky and imagine what stars we could have seen. I saw the whole galaxy just from looking into your eyes. Sweet kisses that tasted like an eternity that I would gladly spend with you here.

One Hundred Years

I was standing in that corner waiting for a reason to be there. I mentally berated myself for deciding to venture to this place on my own. Against better judgment I decided to try it out anyway. Dark crimson and bright embers of color block my vision while billows of smoke cloud my senses. How often it is that my actions are determined by outside interference. I saw you across the floor steadily approaching me--that much I could tell. I looked away assuming you were headed toward a different path. You stood there, questioning, lazily grinning in front of me. What was it that I was supposed to do? I don't know why but you're toying with my sense of adventure right now. Step into my corner and perhaps I can better snuff you out. Words aren't important now; I was never one for small talk. Cinnamon. It's hot and sweet, and so is the embrace. I've never felt a need this great until you. I roam your valleys and fall into the comfort of your being. I let the actions do the talking and the music set the tone. I don't know who you are or why you chose me but I know that I'm not letting you go. For once I'm justified in my choice and I couldn't have felt better.

I feel you slipping away. You're detaching yourself from me and I'm detaching myself from this feeling.

Untitled Entitlement

I wear your lust like a badge
My scarlet letter to the world
Lips do walk on their own now and then
landing in places they've never been before
I hate how right the gallery was
and how my rebelling only set the path further
toward you

I regret nothing
and yet I regret that I'd do it again
Who would have thought
there was a demon in your lips
waiting to escape onto my body
I wanted your innocence to myself
but I only hurt mine in the process

How..

Can you hear me?
No one is listening anyway.
No one listens to the ramblings of the foolish
or the young.
Or the inexperienced.

Escape

Whispered voices. Bodies clasped in hopes that someone will find you. An adventure into the unknown turns into a game against time. Soon your senses will fail you and bargins will be made to some unknown force. Just go.

Update

I'm not sure how many people out here actually look at this. Sorry for not updating in awhile, it's mostly due to my laziness. I have a notebook where I write things down in and transfer them to this blog, but I have been lazy about doing that. One of my goals is to get webspace of my own at some point so I can have a website of my own so I can just put stuff like this on, but I'm not sure when I'll do that.

Battle

Creeping up from behind
my emotions have come to strangle me
while I do my best to keep them caged
(I am a being of rationality)
but emotions aren't rational
and I can only do so much
to keep them from breathing down my neck

How could something stab me in the back
when my heart is what's causing the distress
(why would you destroy yourself?)
Was it me or the adrenaline talking?
I can't take back what happened
so why can't you forget it?

Losing my balance
I'm forgetting what reality is
my feelings keep harpooning me instead
(maybe they have a point)

Where?

I am on a path to a new place. Where am I going? I haven't a clue. Nowhere sounds good. Sometimes I wish I could wander and get lost in Nowhere. Where exactly is nowhere? Somewhere, I would suppose. Here is where I am and where I usually stay. Here is terribly boring. Nowhere is nothing like that. It is a simple place with little to it. Nothing there could get to me. Maybe sometime I'll step off the path to Elsewhere and find it. Nowhere is the place to be.