all i need is paper and a pen..

Everything is melancholy, silent and still
yet i can’t even begin to describe this thrill
a certain kind of emotion that i’ve never felt before–
something that tells me you weren’t just a whore

you are the exact opposite of what i’d imagined you to be–
you’re just a wilting flower eclipsed by a dying tree
a piece of the soil smothered by the storm
a beautiful sculpture slowly losing its form

what essence did you ever have to fit the description?
perhaps just the sympathy for 7th abomination
how could you possibly ever ever be enough
when you know in your heart it was nothing but bluff

vain, shallow, narrow-minded you
grids in collisions at whatever you do
somnambulism in parallel dimensions
dementia of self-appraisal and visions

please don’t question his apostasy
there’s someone better and you know it’s me
you and I, nuanced to the nth level
GO ON AND HIT YOUR HEAD WITH A SHOVEL!!

waves of Jupiter, fallen snow
spare me and tell the wind to blow
too bad for you, you’ve lost your tea
and now i’m drinking the best cup of coffee..!

playing innocently with su gato
with silence and softness and warmth
and the sleeping sounds of a soft bed
whilst words going through her head

drops of rain knocking on the rooftops
gently at first, then a growing fuerte
a sudden urge, a not so unfamiliar one
start possessing the butterflies of her heart

"nina feminino," a voice she heard
"come let me in.. let me in.."
a tickle in the ear, another’s presence
she let him take over…

turn off the lights
lock the doors and close the curtains
el demonio, existing unsuspectingly
close your eyes too that you may not see

gasping for freedom, she felt so helpless
aching and screaming still as the air
all thoughts and images flashing in her mind
the father that she knew, she could not find

trample with her body and slash her soul
oh papa, how could you be so cruel
the virgin curves and supple breasts
shamed like an animal, prostitute and whore

tears running down an expressionless face
the deed is done, there is nothing left
esto es para ella
un deshecho rima