[EroticDreamer's Blog]
Dream a little dreamInspiration
2007-03-25
You ask me if I love you,Then you suck the lips off my face
And chew on the delicacy of their maroon creases.
'Body shop' lipstick, no. 12;
The taste of compact slabs of cherry.
This cheap adolescent disguise has guided me through all
my realizations.
I left it on the edge of plastic vodka glasses and blood smeared mirrors,
On the foreskins of Greek men,
And finally, on all your cliched perfume soaked letters.
Now it is in your mouth, your throat, your stomach.
You have swallowed my teens and all those fermented mistakes.
The ones I danced into blind,
Fumbling for an urgent exit
In whitewashed jeans and tobacco coated pockets.
All the words that flew out and assaulted
Steve, Damien, Kieren, Gary, Ben
(and all the others my high tech brain has crashed out and deleted),
Have left open wounds in my voice box,
gauged by their barbed wire font.
But as you savor the many varied tastes of my existence,
I can feel my insides frantically stitching and nursing
my pubescent cuts and bruises. Healing in seconds.
Now I am your fetus and everything is warm.
You feed me with a mother's strength and make me reborn,
Without all these zits and misadventures.
My new born 'Halleaugh' scream, realized from sterilized lungs
will be pristine, no lipstick stains in sight.
The answer to your question is
"Yes, Yes, Yes! "
Yes, I love you.
YOUR PURPLE MECHANICAL PALMS,
THAT AT NIGHT SOFTEN LIKE CHOCOLATE IN THE SUNLIGHT
AND MELT INTO MY THIGHS.
YOUR HEAVY TORTURED EYES, YOUR LAUGHTER
AND THE WAY YOU INHALE YOUR MARLBORO.
Yes, Yes, Yes.
I swirl out of your anesthetic
With a bacon rind for a belly button
And that's my first word,
A singular syllable.
I can turn the lens until my eyes are in focus,
And you, my surgeon, become my mother.
"Your adolescence has been successfully removed.
The operation was beautiful, wonderful,
Just fine. "
My log in word is 'You'.
That is all I remember.
I am a blank canvas, a cut- price jotter pad, an overflowing biro.
Write all over me.
Scrawl your name in my razor sharp armpits,
In my louse- free hair, my eyelashes bulging with years of mascara.
Practice your joined up handwriting on
My Mound of Venus and the folds of my labia;
Magenta pink and bald.
I am your Frankenstein,
but I promise not to fail.
I will get top marks in my oral stage, my anal stage
And all the others I don't remember,
Because we hit the doodle stage in class.
With you, I will grow old and withered
And our tree roots will be dangerously entwined with time.
We will become soil once again and make love amongst the worms.
'Yes' will be always be my answer, my mantra.
You will always be my host, my vessel;
A place to store my happiness and tears.
In Dreams
2007-03-25
At night I dream of you,Coming to be by my side.
I see your silhouette at first;
I watch your calm, quick glide.
Vivid images;
Pictures in my mind.
My night's love, my passion;
All in you I shall find.
Once again, you'll whisper to me,
"Hello, my dear. "
Your touch eases me,
Removing any fear.
Your gaze meets mine;
The warm look in your eyes,
It melts my heart. From now on
Nothing but blue skies!
Tonight you romance me;
Our bodies entwine.
You enter; I gasp!
Our souls combine.
A touch here, a tickle there,
It enthralls me; I am captivated.
Our bodies move, the motion constant;
My body's completely activated.
Throughout the night
Our passion flows,
Coming together,
My emotion grows.
For you, in dreams,
Oh, how I care.
But when morning comes,
I am left in despair.
Anther night gone and passed.
I awake in ecstasy all alone.
For you visit at night; In dreams you come.
And I dread the coming of a new dawn.
Haunted
2007-03-25
Sitting, eyes skimming across pages covered with words. A little boy reaches to the surface,peeks out from eyes of an adult. Here he sits, perched behing the blue eyes; watching the words fly past. Timidly he tries them out to suit his thoughts, feeling for their meaning.Then, like a frightened rabbit, he darts back away to a place whre he'll stay, until again he gets the courage to come perch behind the eyes of the man he haunts.Frozen in Time
2007-03-25
Animals all frozen in time. A whitetail deer munching on bluegrass; a lone wolf howling at the moon. Are the animals telling me these things, or is it just a girl's imagination running wild? Animals all frozen in time. ( I wrote this when I was 12 sitting in a taxidermy shop watching a family friend as he worked.)Death
2007-03-25
The shadow of Death comes and places a hand on my shoulder. I do not wish go for I do not know what my journey into death will hold. My tears mix with the rains from Heaven. Then I am gone.Anger
2007-03-25
A mad rush, a fevered wave of heat flowing throughout. Eyes dilated and glazed. Breath coming fast and true.The wildness in the red of the blood; throbbing, breaking through all its chains. Boiling to the surface, it sits like a panther waiting for its chance to attack. Like a panther, it is patient, yet the longer it waits, the hungrier it gets for its release. The yellowish green eyes dart around, watching every slight movement as the cool breeze comes and ruffles its smooth fur. Then the time comes for release; yet the wild cat finds itself caught still by a single chain. Again it is defeated, but one day this wildness will break that chain, destroying the outer being while giving its life sustanance to live forever. ANGER.Inside out
2007-03-25
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Here I sit, inside out and upside down. Here I stand, tall as the sky and low as the ground. My mind takes a trip to the edge of the world, yet stays here with me. Looking in, seeing out.
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Days roll by unnoticed; running into one another, bumping, pushing each other on. I sit and watch them pass me by, though they all beckon me to follow. Stuck in the past, taunted by the future. Where will I be tomorrow? I'll be here in today. Only today and no more.
Life or death
2007-03-25
As I sit here with my thoughts,the wheels of time continue on their constant journey. To the hands of the great TIME I am little more than an ant is to me. It can keep me close to its heart, which is LIFE, or it can hurl me into an endless darkness, which is DEATH. Time and fate, the two who decide our lives, confer often. They give us a set of choices as for how we will live our lives and it is from these that we must choose. They tailor these choices to our very souls and they never change. It is up to our very foolishness and fancy as to how our lives will happen...... and end. Our end is also planned; just as our beginning is planned. At the end of life, the beginning is also present. We rule our lives as far as our set of roads let us, for each choice we make is a road.Where our roads cross are many different experiences, many chances to take a different road. Once in a life, I'll meet someone who travels along the same road that I do. It is up to me whether or not I shall continue down this path or leave; just as it is their choice to stay with me or choose another path. Which road to take? Which path is right? Will we ever know?Pieces
2007-03-23
I feel like someone set off a bomb inside me.. The shell is intact but the inside is blown to bits..kinda like those chocolate bunnies you get at easter with the pretty wrapper all intact and then you open it up to find lilttle pieces of chocolate instead of the cute bunny you expected...F*** me
2007-03-23
"Fuck me..Fill me up...Break open the door of release..."Closing my eyes,I hope,wishing,this time will be the one..this time I will be released from my prison..
You tried. I do not cry. Your battering ram penis could not beat open the locked door, your kisses and whispered sweet nothings could not hypnotize the lock and make it turn..Your love is no match for the cold, hard door that holds back my release,my pleasure as well as the pain; the memories of a child's torture. One day release will come..one day I will experience untold pleasure for few seconds before my mind; my heart splinters as the old terrors find their release as well...One day I die...whole.
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