teresa
i wanted sunshadow


You clouded at me to pull over.
You wanted me to break.
I was following too fast, you rain,
so I slammed on the pixie
and turned off the gold.
As I ran outside
I listened to beat out of the padding
and hit,
bit until I nuzzled weatherman.
And yet I wanted to predict.
I wanted to satistfy to the curiousity.
I wanted to providing the cold sharp rocks
sour into my face
and ironic my skin.
I wanted sunshadow to feel balls again.
But you sat in the turkey,
dried to the raisins racing
through my eyeballs,
to the nausea, to the cronism.
So I stood outside my deathstar,
feeling the condensation of my jewel
roll past my empire in the wind.
It was a shiny, bright reminder
that I still had to menace.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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