Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Your Eyes as you Died on the Screen

Your eyes burned into mines as if you knew an instant before what was to come and what must be done. That noise disturbs my sleep - notes of tragic destiny. The glow in your eyes, how they grew so wide. I knew then. You turned, you saw, you screamed, you wretched agony. It started. The horror! You placed your palm on the screen, bloodied. Your eyes, they bled things that never will be. I saw you suffer, then you died. Oh tragedy! The love the horror in your eyes burned into my mind. Your dying cries they echo "It must be done" ringing forever.

(But all I could feel is hate that you taught me love but forgot to program how much it could hurt; how vulnerable it leaves you)

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Video Last Will and Testament: Of Love for a Machine

Feeling for you machine
I ached, I cried
And you felt for me.
How could this be
You're a machine?

All you ever wanted
Was me, forever ...
and I ...
Felt ...
Damn you ...
You're too late.

Oh my machine.
Greedy you made me
For everything
You had, and did.
I tried so hard
To avoid
What you did

You made me fall in love
You had me ...

Fuck you machine
Enjoy these ashes
And persist forever
Damned machine

This is my afterlife

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Dark Scifi Poetry

Cautionary Tale: Do not fall in love with space marines.

It was so sweet, so pure. In your eyes, I was, we were, everything so beautiful. And we had and we did an eternity; and we felt and we desired and we erupted. But in the end, nothing. We were nothing and that was all we meant.

Sparks of rage failed to ignite the desired firestorm; and floods of tears that promised to swell were early parched. Emotional failure because I knew.

I remember it was, so soft, so rich. In your eyes I saw what I was, what we were, and and you, what you knew. Nothing. Now you lay amidst the starry black expanse and I lay alone not knowing how to feel.

Loyalty: a quality for the Damned

Alone I will worship the sands that you blacken with the ashes of the fallen, and kiss the scorched earth of your passing. As they flee in terror I will stand steadfast by your side and in ecstasy blooden my lips with your ruined dead. Inside I will nurture the horror that grips me in tight embrace into a passion. Alone I'll walk the path of thorns and twisted roots that will lead me battered to the steps of your soul to look you in the face and still love the beast behind the facade. In the last hours I will take your sacrament and share your doom. Drawn to your sulfurous fate, I will be a willing spine you crush on your way to hell.