Locked in the Moment
We drink,
We talk
With no link
With no “how?”
To past or future
There is only
‘Now’

DeathjobDeathjobDeathjob by ~3pic
My Wrists cut,
life force flows from me
my eyes... shut
I can't see, only hear
a scream! Love, are you near?
Look, if you can, im all wet!
I shiver, shock, cover myself... Red.
In death, I can't see. No longer hear,
why is it all so clear?
Don't cry! Or are you laughing now?
In hysteria those sound so alike! But not in death.
How?
In death, it is all clear
Death.
Quiet.
All hearing.
Peacefully cruel, forgiving.
Ever... lasting...
...Love
In death, truly yours.

Writing what I can'tWriting what I can'tWriting what I can't by ~3pic
I created this personal prison,
expected it to be hard…
It was a limitation from the start.
I could have done it normally,
but to truly express
what I feel within me,
I have to make a mess.
Follow my own laws
and let the words flow.
Create the pictures my mind draws
And I know…
…The words might not yet rhyme
But I know they will
In time
And then my hands lay still.

Happiness ManifestHappiness ManifestHappiness Manifest by ~3pic
Not allowing yourself happiness,
as a protection of being hurt,
is to deny yourself emotional growth
and the joy of living fully.
Accepting emotional pain and hardships
Into spiritual oneness as a result of natural flow of emotion,
will grand you the experience of realising happiness manifest within you…

As the glory fades ...As the glory fades ...As the glory fades ... by ~zurak
He quietly slips from under the sheets.
Change jingles as he buttons on his pants,
An obnoxious metallic clash sounds from his belt buckle,
And his partner stirs, then stills again.
He gathers his belongings; wallet, shoes, jacket,
Then sneaks hurriedly out the door,
Rushes down the long hall,
Anxious to be away.
Another night, another bar,
Another party, another girl,
Another shot, another touch,
Another glance, another kiss,
His seduction complete,
Another apartment room.
For just another night,
With just another girl.