Writing, Quoting, Missing
Previous - this entry written on January 28, 2002 at 4:19 pm - Next


One of the latest untitled poems in my drugbook - the black-velvet-covered blank book with black pages, crimson dragons drawn on them, in which I write only when I am not-entirely-sober - that seems quite appropriate to post just now.

I've emailed you... and I'll be online for a while.

I just got back from the doctor... I DO have a sinus infection, and I have a couple vicodin for after the... procedure... although Mana, if your offer still stands... PLEASE...

Anyway. The poem.

--- confusion ---

misplaced daydreams
the scent of leather
and the memory of tears
he has yet to shed
my heart races
my mind lost
in a tangle of sweat
and drughaze
and his voice, begging
he makes me hungry
he sets my soul aflame
still I am patient
sharp knives
cold words
and my heart, my love,
unlocked
to see him bound
is to be healed, happy,
free

Previous - Next
Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven -
- Do Not Feed The Moose -




Human Pets!

Latest
Older
First

Profile
Cast
Disclaimer

Links
Pants
Porn
Addiction
Blowjobs

Notes
Guestbook

Art
Writings
Bad
Poetry
Collection
The Girls

Old-time
Radio
Techno
VideoSift
The Boxes
#submission

Hosted
at D-land