Kill Or Be Killed

It’s kill or be killed
And I think I may need a bigger knife
Before it’s too late,
Before I’m seen
Because every spotlight…spots
And adrenaline is my passing regret
While acceleration becomes exhilaration
Stretching out my hand
I begin to understand
As my thighs clench
The thin line
Between love and hate

That Kiss-Met

That kiss when we first met

Our bodies, chest to chest

Do you remember my hands grasped your neck?

I held you so tight

My sweet sacrificial dream…

An english bag ready to dunk

Into a teacup filled with nothing but hot-steam

Burning while still alive was the sensation

And you felt it too…

Didn’t you my love?

But what could we do?

Blood was always gonna be thicker

Than the ocean of water between us

Less of a face/More of a disgrace

Can you look at how it feels?

Take a peek beneath…

Godless and graceless

A confirming wink

Down it breaks

Before the breakdown

The disorder of the mind

The tsunami of thought droppings

Snapping in half my toothpick cocktail umbrella

Like the opposite of a made bed

I’ve become less of a face

More of a disgrace

Faceless

via Daily Prompt: Faceless

I want to let our love fly

I long to Simplify

And shed my skin

I want what’s real…

What’s inside

Not what’s outside

Life has scratched my surface

But you are the only one

That’s penetrated

Someday the world will see me as I really am

The me that you see

When I free myself, when I Simplify

When I let our love fly

via Daily Prompt: Simplify

Recoiled

Recoiled barbs still cut the same

Fly by night? …or flying in the night?

I sting like a butterfly!

I float….like a bee!

I’m not who you see at all

And it fills my soul with shame

You’re holding onto the string of my kite

But, you’re looking at the ground…not at the sky

I’m stuck in the wire, can you see me?

In the calm…before the squall

Timing The Moment

Out of the blue

Into the black

My skin peels

That IS the way it feels

Promises are vows

Splintering, snapping, cracking in half

How much longer can I lie here…

With my hands tied behind my back?

The pills keep getting bigger and bigger to swallow

Me, myself, and I are the only ones left to wallow…

Tonight, I will try it again…

Timing the moment

I’ll come face to face with my God

I’ve so much to be forgiven for

Down here on my knees

Down here on my floor

Truth Be Lies

I need you, my high…

Never to wave goodbye

It’s me…I asSailed myself

I unrolled the masking-tape

Stuck myself to the should’s and why’s

Now my fingers death-grip the topshelf

And I hang like a decoration-only drape

Looked upon, yet not used…my real-truth belies

via Daily Prompt: Sail