silverkyte

Sitting in the lonely darkness on the edge of my bed I see them sitting in their lounge room. He lays his head on her well cushioned belly as she strokes his dark hair. They laugh a full belly laugh in unison at something funny on the telly. The adverts can be heard from my silent bedroom and I watch him make his way to the kitchen. His hairy belly spills over his red jocks. He adjusts his balls disappears and then returns a tub of ice cream and silver spoon. With precision he scoops out a generous amount and places it in her mouth. He tentatively watchers her suck and lick at the spoon until he slowly takes it out of her mouth. He kisses

Fate sent me an angel today, He dropped out of the sky. He came from heaven high above, and I drowned in his eyes. His heart speaks of kindness, in ways I can't describe. He's an angel that was sent to me And I'm keeping him.

There is not enough time to talk about indiscretions There isn't enough time to talk about a future There isn't enough time to talk about death There isn't enough time to talk about trust There isn't enough time to talk about hope There isn't enough time to talk about love There isn't enough time to talk about us There is only time to leave the past behind because I've got to run

You whispered she was beautiful; So she made love to you under the stars. You dug your fingers in her hair, as she took you in her mouth. You made promises of tomorrow; So she opened up and let you in. You told her she was special; As she let your fingers slip in. You felt something shift inside you; yet not enough to make you stay. You tore open her fleshy white stomach, Gutting her with goodbye.

I'm mesmerised at the way the morning sunlight dances on your skin and those lines on your face show me your story and don't bother me as much as they do you. Your dysmorphic existence blurs your vision and you see beauty in those who surround, yet never your own. Your Scattered shattered displaced soul leaves your body detached from your rational mind. I know you can't break free because your bought their bullshit.

I sit in the dark, alone on the edge of my bed. I look out my window and watch them sitting in their well lit lounge room. He nestles into her laying his head on her well cushioned belly. She strokes his dark hair and places potato chips in his mouth with her free hand. They laugh a full belly laugh in unison at something amusing on their television. The adverts can be heard from my silent bedroom and I watch him get up from the couch. His hairy belly spills over his red jocks. He adjusts his balls as he makes his way into the kitchen. He returns with a tub of ice cream and silver spoon. With precision he scoops out a generous amount an

Sour Skin Swallowed time Burnt within Guzzled wine Haunted eyes Empty soul Secret demise No control Toxic mind Familiar scent Solemn decline Sacred torment Egocentric love Shovelled shit Disposed of Defeat to admit Hyper manic moonlight Pharmacological aid Gluttonous bite Sharpened blade

Warm sand filled the gaps between her toes. Plump grey clouds covered the blue sky and the rumble of thunder hit the pit of her stomach. A cool breeze tickled her face. She shut her eyes deeply inhaling the smell of rain on its way. The squawk of the White cockatoo's pinched at her anxiety. Streak lightning instinctively forced her eyes open and she raced back to the beach hut to close the shutters. Snuggled on the day bed she listened to the rain smash loudly on the tin roof while she sipped warm coffee held gently between her freckled hands. Thunder roared around the tiny beach hut and she wished the storm would linger longer as she whispe

She sat alone in the silent dark, stared out the motel window and watched the city lights twinkle in the distance. Basking in her own company she sipped on mineral water and thanked god the thick glass window protected her from the world for now. She nestled into the corner of the couch, bought her legs up and hugged them close to her chest. Loneliness gutted her and she reassured herself that nothing lasts forever; that this uncomfortable pain would be short lived. All the broken hearts and failed relationships she'd endured didn't compare to the pain she was left with now. Her mobile ring tone filled the room breaking the silence like g