Writing is my love.
Hope you like it.
It's relaxing to me.


PriestYou tell me I'm a sinner Does that make you the saint? You want to preach but the truth is You have murder brewing in back of your mind. Lie down in the snow until your lips turn blue Try to speak but your being held at the throat Clutch your weapons and make your move You see images of caskets and white tombstones. Drop to your knees to prayPriest
Instead you're biting the cement. Only God knows your heart is frozen And he'll watch you lie through gritted teeth While you balance ideas on your pedestal. They don't know you're just an actor Because your scripts are


RapeHer eyes are skeptical His are beautiful and mysterious But shallow Her skirt is cut to short His hand moves touching her thigh. Tracing lines and making it burn She tries to push away second thoughts. Regret. His lip are cold and plastic They taste bitter when he kisses her Like swallowing cigarette ashes. He kisses her neck “No” is ignored. Opened mouth His teeth leave bruises That remind her of shame. “Stop” “Doesn’t that feel good baby?” Her hand on his chest pushing him away. He reaches in his pocket A latex piece of noRape


IANThere’s us, the smiling faces. Hand in hand it’s a breath of fresh air. I’m not Juliet, but I’ll take the dagger To be yours for as long as this earth will keep us. Lying in arms until the sun rests it’s head Behind the mountains glazed in snow. Shout out words about destiny Speak softly of forever while looking in my eyes. Never look away or I’ll be too weak to keep back tears. I’d part the sea and let it go while I’m halfway through. Just to let you walk atop it and be alive. I’m landing in beds of roses inhaling a fragrance Which is no comparison to the beauty of you.IAN


Delusion Like AddictionJust like an apple from the tree You only see it when you're starving Hands shaking, reaching out. Hallucination fades. Still hungry My door stays open for you to come and go. Though you're lacking visits lately I can't seem to shut my door All that are coming in are the flies Who are never much company. Hoping you'll be the next guest Maybe this time you'll stay. Maybe this time I won't be so naive You only come when most convenient for you. We're just a delusion.Delusion Like Addiction
-trin
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A little fear will control the minds of the common people.
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A little fear will control the minds of the common people.
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