A Bending

Ever denied the truth
until you believed
the lie was real?

The truth
was like
gum: you took it out
twisted it into fantastical
shapes, blew it up until
it POPPED.

How many times
can I say I'm sorry
for crimes I never
committed evil
I never accomplished?

How long can you scream
bending reality to your
own designs forcing
life to take the shape
of the lie.

It comes in waves
nausea and truth
once you think
you're settled
it storms your
gates, chokes
you with it's
insistance.

The punchline
comes when
the truth no
longer matters:
lost and crazed
cold and dazed
the lie is real
and you are
undone.

On A Dare

Sweet soft succubus
calling crawling
coming into me.

forever into never
I despair of permanancy
and oblivion
knows
my
name.

(This was written as part of writing contest between a cute boy and myself. I won but I'm not particularly proud of this piece. It lacks polish and meaning. But I still won which is what counts.)

Stain

Come forth gods of
death and deceit
lust and fear
evil that lives in
small spaces.

I have lost my reason
and therefore become
unreasonable.

I am
the immaculate
conception of pain
bright and shiny
flowing swift as
liquid steel.

Trapped by pain
we are slaves.
When have we ever
been free?

Double Edged Sword

How far would you go
to get your point across?

Men have killed and died
to make a point: This is wrong,
This is right
Because I said so.

I have often envisioned
what I could become
to make a point.

A deadly queen
sharp and cruel
willing to slaughter
thousands in the
name of justice and
peace.

Swift and silent
the transformation
from idealist
to cynic
to despot
to God.

Our points
are so fragile
and demanding.
They can be
demolished
by anyone with
wit but they
are strong enough
to drink the blood
of an entire nation.

How far would you
go to prove your point?