joshwa

The red paint reflects
A secret~
The tigers bite mark,
A lie.

And on these streets
I used to drive,

Because i was too afraid to walk,
I felt so alive.

The big, silver streetlamp gleam.
The rain caressing these little bits
Of secret skin.

Lips shimmer in the starlight.


My arms wrapped tight
Around myself, and

How id sneak back
Through those holy stares.


I, so very far from holy.

And all i could do
Was smile,
Because i didnt know what

To say,
Or even what i should say,
Or if i should be saying

Anything.



Silence
Pick up stick stacked
Between, amongst,
Laughter,
Smirks and dirty eyes.
Silence
Painted in dark coloured oils
Over Munchs and this rooms
Screams.


Little
I love yous,
I hate this,
I want to breathe you,
Taste you,
Fuck you,
Scars

Etched into skin
Id never let her touch.


Miniscule pieces
Of no one
Like anyone, but me

Left in the ashes
On little grey pebbles

Where i would sit,
Waiting for the cold
Night air to come,

Swallow my fever, and
Crumble the shell
Of this

Last phoenix egg.