Anonymously Yours........

Blood spatter
Brain matter
Pinwheel wind of angry deaf wailings

Floating on discrete indiscretions

Wanna fight? Wanna Play?

Come and get me... you Know where I lay
Like a thief, you would creep
Into my bedroom, while I fast asleep

Treacherous, and I with this knife
One eye open, waiting for this fight

Our reckoning
Our battle
Our dirty deeds-
Our sideshow of freaks

Washed away your anonimity
With bloody hands of Glory's Gift

So here I await..............

In the grass, your lying snake-
Come feed desire

I can't fucking wait...

Original Poetry

J. Montefusco (hows that for ya?)

Hell

The tears I shed of hurt and pain
Like being left naked in the pouring rain
Drenched, cold, soaking wet
Wondering if you’re something to regret
Seeping through my bones,making my heart ache
How much more before I break
Lips like poison, venom dripping
Further away I keep slipping
I hear the words 'I love' day an and day out
Its those three words I continue to doubt
Your actions don’t reflect the words you speak
How did I become so weak
Always falling under your spell
Engulfed in these flames of hell
---Original Poetry by Author
Melissa Buck

Bodies

Eyelids heavy, mind drifting off into space
I dream once again of your angelic face

And the touch of your hand like a gentle breeze on my skin
Like a breath of fresh air I breathe you all in

Lips as tender as the morning dew
I wrap myself up in you

Entwined like vines woven in and out
Stirring methodically all about

I watch your body move softly up and down
As I stare into those eyes the most sensual brown

I stir just a little as you graze my bare breast
The tips of your fingers, like silk on my chest

The rhythm of our bodies as they dance along
Like listening to the most beautiful love song

Kissing every inch of you making sure there’s nothing I miss
The sun peeking in catching a glimpse of nakedness

The sheets where we lie are drenched soaking wet
Etched in my mind I can’t seem to forget

I open my eyes to realize it was just a dream
Inside I’m dying and for I scream
---Original Poetry by Author
Melissa Buck

Silence

your silence echos

grey snowflakes drift down and fade

onto hollow wood

-RD

Haunted

I've been haunted.......
Haunted with a burning ghost -
Visions in my head.
I feel one thousand hands and years,
collide within my soul.

I'm plagued by their haunted voices,
memories and eyes.
Their flesh is real upon my skin,
I'm burdened by their sound.

A knowledge and a power,
Too deep for my young years.
I've been haunted like
Cold dark night and
Voices on my skin...........

---Original Poetry by Author
Kat Johnson

Kiss

Oh, your smile did deceive
the fallen and shadowed youth.
Sun and Moon both taste like wine,
Each breathes a pungent kiss......

---Original Poetry by Author
Kat Johnson

She Sees Dreams

She sees dreams
and will speak of these,
with waves and whispers
in your ear.
And she sees
when we've behaved,
and cries for fools we haven't saved
And haunts me with
these waves and whispers
Speaking in my ear.

--Original Poetry by Author
Kat Johnson

Untitled

of the nothingness
comes rain
the spider kisses his web goodbye,
breeze pricks skin
its bite bitter sting,
whips against my face

my hair is soaked
drips in my eyes
to blind me

but I reach out to touch it
Never mind the burn it gives me..........................

---Original Poetry by Author
Kat Johnson

Sepia

indecision permeates a fine line
of wavering mixes of
complicated matter.

crystal silhouettes plod without a taste
for blurs of
cloudy bulbs.

tranquility passes without the trepidation of
falling between, a slip into
a grey unseen written state of silence.

rational glows stuffed down blurred bodies
seep out misinformed delusions
that suffocate like ivy.

---Original Poetry by Author
RD

Newports

incapable to escape warm kisses
saturated in minty madness.
the sweet stench penetrates the room
invading my senses with every breath.

I taste your tender touches,
raw remembrances that envelop like salty molasses.
It weeps out my indifferent facade
until i ache for you.

---Original Poetry by Author
RD

The Fallen

Driving
It’s all encompassing Blackness
As I feel my Mistress of Disillusion come to me in Waves
Through my Fingertips grasping Handlebars

A cigarette hangs from my mouth
The embers Nipping my Face
Like her Kisses

Night air Rushing Past my Ears,
I hear Nothing but the pipes below Me
Tapping at my Heels like Razors on Ice

I See her Now-My Evil
Dancing on her stage of Seduction’s Curse
Clicking her platforms,
Sliding down the pole like a
Snake Dripping Wax Angel

Her hand Pressed against my Chest
Supporting her Heavy Heart
My Maiden of Death Devour

Her Icy eyes Rolling Back
As I Watch her Distressed Angry Lip Bites
Feening for a Release from this Hell
Of Which I am forbidden to oblige
………..
I drift back to the Curves of the road
As they Weave me Back through this Wasteland
Breaking through this Sleepy Hollow
With Demon Speed

Bloody Moon Drops
The forbidden Fruit
Hanging from the Willows Weeping
In Silent Effigy

The Ghost of Her Transparent with unspent Fury
Leading me onward through this My Endless Midnight

In this, there is No Escape
Every Night we replay this Cross Affair
But still, She Beckon me for Eternity,
As She mocks Me
Dancing upon the Graves of Fate’s less Fortunate

-- Original Poetry by Author
J. Montefusco

Deadly is the Night

Deadly is the night…
She walks into the room, a freight train of indecision.
Exploding through my presence like a wave crashing on the shores of disillusions kiss.
My one and only.
Fierce.
And I wait in slow motion, dying just to follow the sway of her hair as she floats across the floor to a determined destination.
A macabre scene.
A desert of knowing.
She turns as she glances, reading me like a cheap smut magazine.
I am exposed in the moonlight.
My eyes hidden beneath the darkness of her casted shadows.
Her stare rips right into me with a jagged rusty blade.
She is skeptical of the blood pumping through my veins.
My heart beats faster, boiling with memory and cognition of what was once ours.
It is now mine alone.
She takes a seat amongst my fiery disposition.
Like a cigarette begging to ash, it is time to take that ride.
Defying me with her eyes she agrees. Venturing into midnights passed. As this beast ventures down a highway of unknown destinations,
She throws her head back.
Her hair rushes passed catching my ear,
Finally resting on a breeze that carries whispers between two lovers

locked at the knees….

--- Oroginal Poetry by Author

J. Montefusco