Well, well, well

Word has reached my ear that some people have read this - people that I know. I suppose I had it coming, what with the internet being publicly accessible.... I would simply ask that if you have been disturbed by any of this that you take note of the dates. What once were bloody cuts are now only scars, in Shane I have found peace, joy, insanity, etc. If you enjoyed any of my juvenalia as far as the poetry (poor deluded Rose) please check out some of my better work here: http://www.fictionpress.com/~wormsofcharacter I'm still growing as a poet and as a person. If indeed there are people reading this, I shall try to come out of my bitchy shell and post the occassional random hilarity. Cheers.

Indiana Jones!!

Indiana Jones You scored 72% outgoingness, 68% intelligence, and 54% goodness!

Charming and intelligent, you are Indiana Jones. You talk the talk and you walk the walk.

Love's Mother

Okay, Mandy gets all credit for the last line of this poem (cause I know she'll demand it if I don't give it to her, lol).



Intellectual intercourse cannot penetrate
Our black and red existence;
Every dictated error a murder not committed

Until hearts understand the semantics of the spirit
And the schematics of the soul,
Making two schisms three.

Pieces of torn souls,
Broken spirits
And cracked hearts

Are a poisonous potion –
Bottled rage is potent but painful,
So don’t forget to make me cry.

Repentance grants no redemption,
But basking in your anger
Is painless penance,

Discovering perspective
And soaring towards salvation
In a euthanasia state of mind.

The Green Heart

I have decided to blog once more. You will notice, I have deleted a lot of crap, and it is my pleasure to annouce that this little bloggie will now be a celebration of my growth as a poet. I was quite tempted to delete all the "poetry" I'd written on this thing, but I have left it to emphasize that I am gettin a little better (I hope!) I also certainly hope that this doesn't count as publishing, because I am trying to get some of my stuff published.... anyway, this is my latest, written for a dear friend....

The Green Heart

The green heart is young,
Her innocence bruised
By denim miniskirts
That don't hide frilly scarlet,

And the man in the moon
Is singing tonight
Of sweetness without sugar
Like a naked wedding cake.

The green heart is jealous
Of white hearts and black hearts
Because they know nothing
Of sex and lies,

Kisses and caresses
That she waited to reject
Until green would turn red
And love could accept.

The green heart is sick;
She stops her heart-shaped ears and eyes
But still she vomits forth streams of
Unwanted visions

Of naked bodies
Whose tits and cunts are licked and squeezed
By the mouth that lulled her
And the hand that held her.

The green heart is alive
And beating with new strength,
For she is loved by hearts
That don't harden in other breasts,

And because she never took in
The impatient hand,
The green heart will not wander
In love's guiltiest land.

Beautiful Laceration

Your inner beauty arches above me,
A vast, starless expanse
Created in agony and ecstasy.

The sweet in bittersweet -
The bitter in bittersweet;
Pain's beguiling mistress.

You are Venus' lost relic,
But dead skin fills your grooves
And disguises your texture.

How can I restore you?
My heart hurts for you, but
Your heart bleeds for you.

Crimson streams flow below
Your once seamless surface,
Longing to burst into fame, and

When the dark skies part
to reveal your sighing spirit
And struggling soul,

The red rain paints pretty pictures.
Don't you see that you are already art
Displayed on a pedestal in my heart?

Storming My Fortress

Writhing within this borrowed nest -
Struggling against the thought of love;
Cupid holds a knife to my throat, and
I stare at the lack of stars above.

My heart is covered with winter -
Tightly closed, hinges rusted, frozen shut;
The road to my love is slippery and
Blocked with drifting, snowy guilt.

There's a power outage in my soul,
Leaving the legions of love lost and alone.
Darkness pushes you away, the
Fuses of my spirit have been blown.

I stand in the eye of the storm,
Protected by my raging revenge,
Watching you try to rescue me -
Watching you take the fatal plunge.


You idiot.

Help, I'm Drowning!

In creative writing we wrote limericks. I wrote this:

There was a teenager in pain
She might not have even been sane
So she took out a knife
Tried to cut out her strife
Her efforts were mostly in vain.

And you know what else?? I kissed my best freinds boyfriend! Only the scum of the universe would do something like that. Arg.