

Words I read your words aloud.Words by ~darksouldream
Panting phrases through moistened lips.
My tongue curling around syllables,
as you draw me in.
Jealous
of the glistening patterns;
The twisted Psychosis
in blood drenched fingertips
spilling out forgiveness.
Alive
in the ecstasy of simple
colors splashed against
gray matter matte.
I glimpse you.
Your soul in beautiful bits
of breathless hesitation.
Words flow out
a shimmering dream.
The muted song of life.
Thank-You


Dancing Alone On a floor of quiet despairDancing Alone by ~darksouldream
With red rimmed eyes
She danced alone
to a broken melody-
-whispered
"I Love You".
A simple caress from lips of deceit.
Played in a rhythm of tears
Hiding her thoughts with a casual smile
she sways. in quiet misgiving;
All the time wondering
"Am I Alone"?
"Does anyone love me"?
and fearing the answer is no


shattered Beware the howling moon,shattered by ~darksouldream
it's straight jacket lust
played out in shadows
of brittle minded madness.
The reality of a plaid jumpsuit;
and blood soaked sheets
glistening in the night
to mingle pain and despair
with spent dark desire.
All that is left,
Self loathing stained with grief
in twisted memories of lace.
Echoed raw emotion,
haunting red rimmed eyes
in a slow motion dance
of shattered dreams.


Cannibal Cafe Rocks Town Cannibal Café Rocks TownCannibal Cafe Rocks Town by `WineWriter
The poet, Stanislaw Lec said, "Is it progress if a cannibal uses a fork?" According to a serene town in the South-west, the answer is yes, and sometimes a spoon for the soup special (roast-toe stew is a favorite.) Not every town can say they're the first to host a completely original eatery, but the cannibal café may soon be known as the first American, ethnic-food based restaurant.
Most towns can boast a bakery, a convenience store, and almost always, Americas favorite fast food restaurant, McDonalds. However, in this isolated sanctuary, where a main street of stores branch off into five streets of