Woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill.
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun,
It seemed his very trilling,
Brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed,
Then gently lowered the window
And crushed his fucking head....
I'm not a morning person, get the picture
Monday, May 12, 2003
Today Beyond
Today beyond others you share one gift that others do not understand. You can take the breath that was given to you at birth, you can breath in and yet you have the choose to destroy yourself with one small action you do not treasure
~PkS
2002©
~PkS
2002©
Matter of Time
Matter of time:
It’s been the longest time since you were around
You’re always still on my mind
You have not escaped me, no, not in deed
You are still the kind loving person that I will always need
You knew me from my shell
You watched me grow
You watched me share all my feelings and thoughts
Even my wonders and ponders of the universe
You sat back and listened
You listened so well
You were always there, maybe not in body, but defiantly in soul
I have not forgotten your sweet, lavish touch
I always remembered how kind it was
Your silky palm touching my golden blonde hair
Your fingers so soft, always gently brushing the rim of my face
With all the care in the world, you did it with such grace
You always knew the perfect thing to say
You never liked that old stupid word game
You said it with meaning
You let everyone know
You never lead me down the slippery non-understanding road
The simplest words, the fact that you meant them, was the most I loved
The freedom of your discussion is what I admired most
And the fact that you always thought of me first
I miss you as you can see
What happened to our strange wonderful thing
Where did the time pass
I wonder if you still see me as you walk down the street
I wonder if you can still smell the sweetness of my breath
I wonder if you still think of me as each day has flown
I ponder if you still want to feel me, caress me, or even so lightly just kiss me
I can only say that this is what I want
It’s just a wish, a dream, a little selfish fetish
But the only thing I know for certain
Is if it’s possible, even so slightly
It’s just a matter…
… A matter of time
~PkS
2002 ©
It’s been the longest time since you were around
You’re always still on my mind
You have not escaped me, no, not in deed
You are still the kind loving person that I will always need
You knew me from my shell
You watched me grow
You watched me share all my feelings and thoughts
Even my wonders and ponders of the universe
You sat back and listened
You listened so well
You were always there, maybe not in body, but defiantly in soul
I have not forgotten your sweet, lavish touch
I always remembered how kind it was
Your silky palm touching my golden blonde hair
Your fingers so soft, always gently brushing the rim of my face
With all the care in the world, you did it with such grace
You always knew the perfect thing to say
You never liked that old stupid word game
You said it with meaning
You let everyone know
You never lead me down the slippery non-understanding road
The simplest words, the fact that you meant them, was the most I loved
The freedom of your discussion is what I admired most
And the fact that you always thought of me first
I miss you as you can see
What happened to our strange wonderful thing
Where did the time pass
I wonder if you still see me as you walk down the street
I wonder if you can still smell the sweetness of my breath
I wonder if you still think of me as each day has flown
I ponder if you still want to feel me, caress me, or even so lightly just kiss me
I can only say that this is what I want
It’s just a wish, a dream, a little selfish fetish
But the only thing I know for certain
Is if it’s possible, even so slightly
It’s just a matter…
… A matter of time
~PkS
2002 ©
Flinch
~Flinch~
What, it’s been over a decade since we meet.... It still feels like it was yesterday..... we only knew what was going on between each other.... we only bruised each other but the pain still is floating around in each of us.... you made me run and hide.... you made me retreat to a hidden place in my head.... you bite, you slapped, you fought with your fists, you kicked, you always made sure that the marks were not seen except by you.... proud of your art work, you took so much pride in it..... Bragging to your buddies on what a great man you were.... how long can a girl be tortured by you..... How long can a girl be haunted by you..... How long does it take before all the pain goes away.....you thought by just dropping in every once in a while that all would be forgiven..... You thought that going away as I asked would only make me want you again.... but you were sadly mistaken..... you didn't see it coming...... you didn't see that I learned to shut myself off to you.....even when you still held me down, you could not get close enough to make a difference.....you thought that if you stopped my heart may return, but you were sadly mistaken once again.... you threaten and stalked, you even decided to make good on a promise..... but after all that you did, broke as I am, you still can not get what you want out of me.....the acceptance that you desire, the love that you require, the trust and emotions that you think you need..... you took what should have been memories and turned them all into hate, devastation, boredom, and confusion......I always wanted for you want you wanted for yourself.... but we both knew from the start that neither one of us should be in the place we ended up..... Now the final chapter is closed, but yet the pain still lingers around..... Afraid of stepping out, without looking behind me, not trusting anyone because of what actions my lay ahead..... yes, thank you for breaking me down, for all your wonderful work you have done.... you have left me broken, but you still lost the battle, you still lost the war, you never gained what you always wanted, you never could get into my heart.... and yes thank you for your marks you left, I added a few of my own, but they are there just for me to remember what path not to follow again.....And even though we I sat for months and vacillated, I just took it all in, let you continue and still you are the one you has lost everything.....
~PkS
2002 ©
What, it’s been over a decade since we meet.... It still feels like it was yesterday..... we only knew what was going on between each other.... we only bruised each other but the pain still is floating around in each of us.... you made me run and hide.... you made me retreat to a hidden place in my head.... you bite, you slapped, you fought with your fists, you kicked, you always made sure that the marks were not seen except by you.... proud of your art work, you took so much pride in it..... Bragging to your buddies on what a great man you were.... how long can a girl be tortured by you..... How long can a girl be haunted by you..... How long does it take before all the pain goes away.....you thought by just dropping in every once in a while that all would be forgiven..... You thought that going away as I asked would only make me want you again.... but you were sadly mistaken..... you didn't see it coming...... you didn't see that I learned to shut myself off to you.....even when you still held me down, you could not get close enough to make a difference.....you thought that if you stopped my heart may return, but you were sadly mistaken once again.... you threaten and stalked, you even decided to make good on a promise..... but after all that you did, broke as I am, you still can not get what you want out of me.....the acceptance that you desire, the love that you require, the trust and emotions that you think you need..... you took what should have been memories and turned them all into hate, devastation, boredom, and confusion......I always wanted for you want you wanted for yourself.... but we both knew from the start that neither one of us should be in the place we ended up..... Now the final chapter is closed, but yet the pain still lingers around..... Afraid of stepping out, without looking behind me, not trusting anyone because of what actions my lay ahead..... yes, thank you for breaking me down, for all your wonderful work you have done.... you have left me broken, but you still lost the battle, you still lost the war, you never gained what you always wanted, you never could get into my heart.... and yes thank you for your marks you left, I added a few of my own, but they are there just for me to remember what path not to follow again.....And even though we I sat for months and vacillated, I just took it all in, let you continue and still you are the one you has lost everything.....
~PkS
2002 ©
Each Path
Each path I lay before myself, the decision is mine and mine alone. Determination and Will walk along with me as I make those decisions. If I should dismiss one or the other, then I have lost my way. But neither has dismissed me nor has forgotten to remind me that each decision I may make will later be a reflection, such as a mirror, into my soul.
~PkS
2002©
~PkS
2002©
Your Life is Closed Off
Your life is closed off, your touch is unreal, you feel nothing, you accept the impossible as truth, you care for nothing living, and you feed off of destruction and pain. You are my nightmare. Wake before the whispers of ones lost soul take the advantage of seeing you not in your true form, but as a master of savors…
~PkS
2002 ©
~PkS
2002 ©
Touch Me
Touch me as you once did. Take me now and show me pleasure mixed with the anger that you so gratified me with. Move the direction of your this rugged touch closer to me for a better look at the face of destruction in my mind. This will be your last touch, the last breath, and your last hour before I divide your simplest views and shut you out of my life…
~PkS
2002 ©
~PkS
2002 ©
Follow me to the Underworld
Follow me to the underworld; for I see what deep forgotten hearts you have tramped on. You will be taken not for your bold persistence, but for your knowledge of spearing hearts of young lives within ones soul…
~PkS
2002 ©
~PkS
2002 ©
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