More of My Bad Poetry;*

1.

I lay my head on the white sheeted pillow,
it turns into shadows.
I sit in a car with friends and
in all confusion watch the smoke and fire so thick
with its flames licking the sky.

Then, there is no more confusion but
Small bright flashes widen our eyes and sink our hearts
Into the truth.
Filthy clouds rise up from the earth and
Thunder booms before lightning shoots up to the sky.
My heart bursts and
drowning in the internal bleeding is my family,
my lover, and friends.

My brain jumps out and back into skull and
I am shaking, cold, and crying.
I grasp my pillow hard into my chest and wonder
was it really all just a dream,
or did I just fall asleep?


On a sexier note...



2.
There you are,
my scanticlad lover.
My dark purple, black
lined eyes have
been waiting.
Hypnotically my
Match strikes your fancy,
I am just for you,
Your blood red lipped
French maiden.