

imageThe people pass by But what do they see? Can they make out the identities? Can they see me? They may see my eyes Or even my skin But can they see What’s deep within? But does it matter Just exactly what they see Will their thoughts change? What really is me? I won’t let them change What is on the inside I have no reason to fear Or run away and hide But one day What they think might matter Image is everything Try not to get fatter Let’s just prayimage
That this day doesn’t come These thoughts in one’s head Are j


My birdcage keeperYou said you’d be my birdcage keeper. Hold the key to my freedom with that smile, The twist to your lips implies overexcitement And I just can not contain myself.My birdcage keeper
But don’t you worry because I’m locked in, Barred and chained so I can do no harm. The key is hidden to spare me of my recklessness, I’m handcuffed to these antique bars and left alone.
You walk in and your beauty echoes,
It haunts my ears and eyes as I gaze on in a stupor. I just can’t escape my constant lusting, But for you it might be just an inch deeper.
Your slender legs dressed in che


Day-Glow OrangeLiving day by day in vibrant hues that provide no hints, no clues to the madness and conspiracy within, the temptation to rebel and rave in sin.Day-Glow Orange
As I paint my face a painless place I wipe my hidden tears, evaporating all trace of despair and hidden strife deep inside, that I swallow along with my tasteless pride.
The gleaming sapphire of my orbs hide the pain and hurt that they absorb, though it isn’t so terrible really, my life is a story, but no drastic tragedy.
In my day-glow orange shell of joy in my mind now I begin to toy with notion


You. Me. And a Loaded GunYou me and a loaded gun Playing spin the bottle Dancing to a Russian roulette Leaving stains on a plastic tablecloth Side spray from a long ago battle Cast off from an ill fated chance Cup rings and torn moth wingsYou. Me. And a Loaded Gun
Form a tailored scar My wound Your wound My blood And yours
Yellowing newspaper from the day you left Smoldering ashes from the day I finally did You me and your lighter fluid Threatening to start the fire Betting on who’ll get burned first Come crawling back to our old routine. Her story His story My stor
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Ok that's quite enough of that! Right think i'll just take you back with me now
Cheers
Sx
You've got some beautiful poetry there, I especially liked Precious.
Take care
Cheers, Sx
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