FuzzyHoser

Tales of tangled limbs and broken moans- how she rocks the bed on the down and low -those strangled hymns, bespoken bones, the headboard talks and now he knows that the picket fence has been telling lies and laughing between painted white teeth. The daisies in the window were another disguise for the suburban underbelly beneath.

Mysteriously, She's apathetic and enigmatic. Those who dare approach her shall be ensnared in the coldest ice. Her sweetest smile betrays the weak and foolish. To admire her lissome-blessed form... ...will summon the Reaper. Red silk. Black locks. Crimson lips. Frozen heart. Then suddenly... a hero emerges and catches the ice queen by surprise! When their eyes meet, an unexpected scintilla illuminates their very lives. The hero, handsome and dashing as he is, asks her for her name. She delivers it to him; oh, how mellifluous it is... on the surface of deception. Every time she parts ways from him, he always runs after her, too stubbo

Sift through my mind of grit and salt Until the pleasure comes of fault Weigh the conscience of your tale Measure me up until you fail You will find nothing here worth a thing What is found will be only what you bring I offer nothing forward and do not return So here there is nothing for you to learn But return, you will, to this empty place To find something that's nothing, something erased Reassure, I will, of this void that exists I promise there's nothing of worth to reminisce

fingers grasped in shadowed halls passions raging in illicit touches step by step towards anonymous sanctuary behind closed doors where no eyes pry her name is not important, she has no place becoming as faded as the antique wallpaper brown hues, drab, dimly lit by cheap bulbs softening the lines that litter her face like scars and still they come, to ascend the drab steps finding solace in the arms of an empty angel hiding her wings from unbelieving eyes while the world outside hers continues on empty dreams echo around the walls haunting melodies of passion and dread sleeping hopes lost to a life of filth beneath the shadows

For the end that came but is gone For our destiny that had been drawn For the night that never dawned I beg for an ending For the firefly I could never catch And the wind as cool and untamed For the end that never really came You are the same, just the same For this end that came and went and was never This dream I dreamed forever For us, to be apart, not together I want it all erased I want you to be who you were That person that I never knew You, with your mislaid mirror Things could never have been clearer I am the problem as well as the design

Before she may travel her own path She will guide others along until grey Before her happiness is upon her Her dear will receive better day And until the sun rises and falls On everyone else but she She'll stand high, chin up, for us all So the rest of us may simply just be From you, she will never ask a thing And gives all of her being until wit's end She is our light, our saviour in our dark Our friend, our mother hen Bending over backwards, always, without a fuss This angel truly deserves better than us.

My telltale heart amplifies the silence. quiet, absolutely.               heartstrong, so strong               I am the lie. the rythmic beat rattles my bones. a curse.

The doubtful river flows down a winding trail of uncertainty as i try to keep my sanity the beaten path of misfortune leads me on a tireless journey trying to get back to the city streets and sidewalks of towering souls and endless talks yet i cant seem to meet with the fork in the road aimlessly, sleeplessy my link to civilization with answers to questions only found in a nation the world of which i will never know. the soul wanders in forest fog and behind willows of regret, they are not so easy to forget. never to touch that of another, until the city of roots should be demolished, under the iron fist of history.

Not everything is meant to be, and not all answers are found so easily. There's too many changes, too many sunsets. There aren't enough words to explain this coming and going, kind of fleeting feeling that's trying to climb its way back; grasping to the edge of the cliffs it will inevitably plummet down from... Wishing upon all manner of deity and luck that its demise won't come to pass. There is no hope, only now, then and later. Every minute is a different story, a different reason and rhyme;  never knowing the way it'll be five minutes from now.   Never really knowing exactly what you want. Its just too bad th

she is a snowflake-skinned sigh floating on the winds of Eurus, playing tic-tac-toe on her skin. she always comes out the loser standing on the road between two worlds, she wonders when she started to read the map wrong,      because this isn’t the      second star from the right. she can burn the pictures, but she can’t burn her memories.                and damn it, her wanderlust is trying to pull her up, up, and away but the desolation is keeping its slimy tentacle wrapped around her ankle and it       won’t                       let                                 go.

  Pale horses in a field of sun-burnt grass, legs buckling Falling, grace, succumbing; un-becoming We stood in the harsh August sun, naked and maddened Red wet flesh glistening, thirst, baked, dreamless Hallelujah and amen, in the distance a choir sings Lightning cracks sky; hope, wait, plunder Crisp brains search for old dreams of starlit night   When we were young, and not so mad The first drops fall, and we are redeemed; we live Drinking rain from cupped hands; delight When the storm passes it is night; a billion stars twinkle We remember why we’re here; deliverance Now we can see the lights of home shining, welcome Spiri