SecretsInTheShade

On a gravestone we lay on a very stoned day a question I ask will you perform a minor task? will you kiss me? to keep me happy So our bodies collide, where bodies repose and in that placid necropolis our pleasure grows as my hands are exploring your tender frame and our tongues play an odd sort of game but soon our heads start to clear and we just rest and lie near

When I was a child they filled my head told me to obey God till the day I was dead we listened to the priest talk every sunday he told us we were damned to hell if we were gay we were taught to fear, we were taught to hate till I met that boy that changed my fate I found some love in an unfamiliar place strong arms and a pretty face how can something so beautiful be called a sin that's when I started questioning what I believed in now I'm just not sure but I wish I were

She sits nervously at the side of my bed my eyes appraise her virgin frame Silence of the most awkward kind She stares at me with her dark eyes frightened, she looks away I laugh and embrace her my lips dart out to meet hers our tongues are rapiers locked in swift combat as if we were fencers instead of lovers Her body Oh her body! My hands move slowly she gives approval by pressing closer to me we are one our pulses play the same steady tune I look into those dark eyes and I know I love her.

Love comes like a gentle stream or fears inside a dream slow and subtle at first until the currents get worst and the rapids beat you senseless till your life is a mess and your finally pulled under and your just left to wonder how soon will I drown in her and this cruel life become a blur Love comes like a gentle stream or your fears inside a dream creaping up into your rest and lodged between your breast and despair overcomes your every thought until your obsessed and distraught then the love turns out to fake and you scream yourself awake

What do my fingers find in the back of my throat? It sure isn't happiness because I'm not happier it isn't a better self because this is in no way better and it isn't what I wanted or is it? I WANT TO SUFFER!

I sit on the ground as it starts to rain and the ground gathers puddles like my heart gathers pain nights give into day and days give into night but most things they aren't so black and white as like most of the world they're grey and my present feelings sum up my day I feel my mind start to weigh love and sadness mix into a meloncolly bouquet and the only way I know it's cold out is because of the frost on the lawn as I walk in the gloom just before dawn

I could never cut as deep as you such scars linger on your arms for weeks and in your head for years the razor blade has become your closest friend you take him everywhere you go the people around you, the ones that know, the ones that care they ask you, why? but they could never understand the love between flesh and steel the euphoria you feel as you drag him over your skin and the steady calm that comes as the blood gently flows he loves you he would never do anything to hurt you but would they understand that? of course not talk like that earns you a week in "Disney Land" or a bottle of pills that force you to smile so you

Take me for a fool just take me for anything let me know you care let me know anything has worth There's a feeling I can't shake I think they call it hopelesness no reason to wake up no reason to go on Let's abscond from this despair let's cloud our minds with smoke or drown them in liquor and forget that we don't care forget that  were as good as dead So mother keep on going to church but religion is not my preferred opiate I'd rather just not care we all know god isn't really there he's another way to escape cloud your mind with a Bible verse or drown it in a false sense of meaning But me I'll stay sober from that bull

As I walk into the bathroom to snort more speed, I think to myself, "Am I scum?" It had never occured to me before. As I search around all over town for a dime. I think to myself, "Congratulations Macbeth, you've become that person, as a child, you swore you would never become. What moment in life did you decide to take this path so frequently traveled? How many drinks till I become that monster that mother? That is her name? Is it not? How many joints till I become you? Oh, father. Am I doomed in life to become those who gave me life? Are my children bound to contemplate these same thoughts laying

crooked vain why don’t you bleed are your scars to thick crooked vain I envy you you no longer feel what I do to you each scar has a story but they all mean the same thing pain crooked vain why are you so sad why do you cry crimson tears, am I really that bad crooked vain your so blue maybe you still feel what I do to you oh no crooked vain I'm sorry I punish you the razor's so sharp, and I'm so sad I guess this really is bad crooked vain I promise I’ll stop I’ll hold you close please stop crying crooked vain crooked vain I’m getting light headed your running out of tears and I’m running out of

Merry meet and merry part, love and peace flow from the heart. We ask the Goddess for our health, for our wisdom and our wealth. We are for the greater good, but are often misunderstood. So as we call the Goddess here, whisper your problems in my ear. Three times three it comes back me, so thank the Goddess. Mote It Be. ߣʧ§ÊÐ ßÊ †