Christela's Profile              Writers             News              Guestbook                Forum                Links


Featured Poet: Christela

 

13°F

Observe how passion screams 
Suffering above glorious pain 
Open like a fiery smoke 
Too bold for your ways 
The concrete shimmers like skin 
Sinking in sin; aglow in the dark-- 
Bouncing off the cold hard floors 
Where dead shadows are stuck 
They move me too, but still 
Blues and greys now look alike 
Impressing the skies with hues 
So lovely, they cried 
Snow falls softly, ever soft 
And only like it could 
The way to find sadness 
Is knowing where to look 

 

Drive-Her

You left her there... 
Snowflakes and colored tears 
What only remains 
Means nothing to you 

It can never be physical 
Powder and reckless speed 
A mind wanders in and out 
Of the freeway that is you 

You ache, you say? 
Shrapnel and flying glass 
She crashed and ever since 
It has left her numb, dead. 


*Mood taken from Deftones' -"Passenger"- 
feat. Maynard Keenan of A Perfect Circle/Tool

 

Blue Stars 
- on a sleep-deprivation daze - 


I cannot believe my eyes
A million stars curse upon me
In the light of day
They won't falter at my wishes
And alas! They say
That I shall never dream again
So the nights left me forever
Here, I start to grieve
In the light of day
Weeping for the morrows
That will never come
That will never come my way

 

On A Sudden (aka Last Day)

But you're leaning towards....? 
I don't have patience for marketing, Bebe 

It's like pitch-black outside, she says 
I hear her talk to Luke, but she's ignorant 
Of the magnificent sunset cavorting 
along the idyllic early winter horizon 
She doesn't see me but she becomes aware 
Of the temperature drop around here 

Shuffle-shuffle go the papers to be passed 
to the uncaring professors and T.A.'s 
Why do we have to do this anyway? he moans 
I will be making big bucks soon anyways 
And years from now, with or without this 
All the nonsense is making me pissed 

Good luck with the finals... bye! 
I'll see you around -- but I never will 
A thousand faces out there, why you? 
Because... because I care about you still 

 

Bleed My Blood

Violated
I have transcended memories
Of bitter confusion staking claim
Upon the shadows of my childhood
And its secret
Too dark and murky
Like the blood that ignites this fury

I call upon the days
Where the sun shone upon my shoulders
Brown and smooth
Supple to your touch, to your resistance

They leave me now, the thunders of my soul
All quiet with the passage of time
Healing

Without sin, 
Purity still has evaded me
Lost underneath the folds of my skirt
The blood eager to denounce itself
Lurking behind mirrors 
Reflecting your face
It casts a different light
Until today

To thyself
Of hardened heart, veins and lies
I hope you burn in hell

 

Deluxe

I cannot write anymore 
My words will say goodbye to you 
Days from now you will be nothing 
But an experience of the past 

You will be locked deep inside 
For you who have brought pain 
Will not be allowed to touch me anymore 
Another caress can kill 
Another smile means death twice 

You will remain one of them now 
The rare keepers of my sorrow 
The eternal knives of my life 
The few who shall never be named 

My words will say goodbye now 
And my eyes won't look back at yours 
Knowing if they do, they will stay looking at you, 
To die all over again 

Seeing your face in every shadow 
Every street corner and moving form 
My eyes will grieve again for you 
So I shall say goodbye 

 

 

Abandonada

 

I waited for you but you wouldn't come

Strange, the house seems too empty when you're gone

Someting so intangible but concrete

A lifeline, that is what you are, my sweet

I sigh for days and grieve the loss of you

A force has me dealing with sick demons

Who know what a fool I have been for you

Living on a borrowed time.....suddenly

They took you away and without warning

What blues crashed internet providers bring!

 

Bones from the Graveyard ™© J.R. Perez 2000

All works contained herein are the sole properties of their respective authors