Rain.

It's a little wet

and

a little cold

out side my window

the gray skies,

painting streaks of green

on wet leaves

Zeus on a rampage.

It's a little wet,

and

a little cold

and 

I am

a little alone

it's been a while

rain outside

and

in.

I use to.

I use to feel that way about you.

A while back.

I use to.

Feel

like human.

a while back.

I use to

feel

love,

pain,

,

,

,

.....................................,

i use to feel.

now

my eyes are shut.

the fire extinguished.

only empty space remains.

i feel not

that way about you

anymore

my.

love.

Picture of ME!

Excuse me,

I’m sorry, but I would have to stop you there!

I was willing to hand you information on my entire life history,

But NO

I will not hand you a picture of me!

For you to choose

To commit for the entirety of your life.

How can you decide

Just by taking a look

At

But a moment of

Frozen History

Just enough light

Exposure

A lot of make-up

AND

A fake smile!

NO sir, 

I am not a hotel room

You spend your vacation in!

And yes, you may certainly leave 

if you like to!

Please close the door behind you, as you leave.

I Medusa.

some people are scarred

beyond the point of starting new

the point of loving someone

EVER again

some people are scarred

from their childhood

from their actions & choices

from the people they love

people they hate

ALL people are scarred

I  know you can not love me.
No one can.
That I know by now.

Not because of your scars,
but because of mine.

So, just tell the truth,
when I ask your heart.

Simply tell me that you feel like spewing,
when you see my scales,
the snakes of anger hanging around me.
Tell me you despise me
for being deflowered.


Tell me, with honesty you'd rather
be stoned
than love me!

I'm not a fool!
I know, scars are scars, after all;
they are just marks.
Left alone, scars don't hurt. 

You were born to love,me.

You were born to love me.

70,000 years
Of practice
Just
To love me.

To love the warmth of my skin,
The feel of my hair.
To love the scent of my wildness.
Simply to see through the bone
& gore
& be one with my heart.

Remember
Dear
dear
companion!

That you were BORN to love me!


How you can leave your ways
I know not...
How you can not be pulled by my warmth,my scent ......
I know not!

The day will come
when you answer
To the call of my heart
Once again.

Look in to my eyes
And feel me!

Feel.
That
You
were
Bron
to
Love
Me!

She can not be loved...

she is the dry earth
cracked & baked
under those who passed her by
those who still pass
just another place on their way
never
to come by again.

eons has she longed for
the day when the rains came.

the day when she could flourish with the colours of life.

the day she could shake the skin she has grown in to
a day to breath
to finally
live!
Just a single day would suffice.

she waits!

holding her sorrow in her bosom
deep deep down her baked self.

she waits!

she hopes,
despite her erudition
she JUST can not be loved!

yesterday
today
or
tomorrow.