KeikoMagari

I want to be someone else. I do not know how to say it elsewise To tell of this thought, this notion, inside me, But I long to be someone else. I imagine what it would be like If I were not myself But a different person altogether Genderless, ageless, who would I be If I were not me? If I could cut away from myself, Saw at my persona like carving meat from bone And hold up the raw, reeking flesh to place somewhere else Where would that place be? I examine the bones, the empty, defined bones. What are they exactly? The structure I once knew, freed from the familiarity. To rid of what would be my support, my foundation, I will

A vile hiss rolled like venomous thunder through inky, suffocating blackness, peeling like pelts of lightning into his aural presence, the sudden response a screech of pain and terror that whistled through tightened teeth, entire body taut, muscles pulled like threaded ropes underneath the clammy, pale skin like a thick layer of snow. His form lunged up and forward from the seat reflexively, narrow, wooden legs skittering after his retreating, mortified action like scattering pegs. His heart leapt madly against his chest with such intensity he could taste the very blood flow, seeming to echo throughout his whole being, heavy through constrict

I want to be someone else. I do not know how to say it elsewise To tell of this thought, this notion, inside me, But I long to be someone else. I imagine what it would be like If I were not myself But a different person altogether Genderless, ageless, who would I be If I were not me? If I could cut away from myself, Saw at my persona like carving meat from bone And hold up the raw, reeking flesh to place somewhere else Where would that place be? I examine the bones, the empty, defined bones. What are they exactly? The structure I once knew, freed from the familiarity. To rid of what would be my support, my foundation, I will

There is a gentle petal of a rose In the snow white palm. I shall close my eyes and Let my imagination soar to the clouds Like a kite free from the hands So high and free, without care It reaches and wavers not in its Divine flight through vivid blue and Soft paleness, a dragon with its lengthy rainbow tail And its glowing eyes, wings extended. There is a glittering golden star In the heart of the young girl With her long curls furled behind Such a lovely, happy face, She clutches two hands to the breast, His hands cover hers And the star grows in its bright shine, Her eyes like diamonds, Diamonds from the earth. There is a

Sparkling champagne bubbles likes stars in heaven In heaven I'll be with the sugar-sweet kisses suckling on my lips Golden and beautiful like pearls in the glow of the candles Streamers hang and swing like dancers in the rainbow haze Kiss me please, with your soft touch of blistering flowers Petals that grope my skin and reach all over I cannot fight your power, nor do I want to Such pleasure swells inside my bubbling breast Tie me with the rainbow streamers, party favors that hold me back To the alcohol tables with their star glitter falling on my brow and Leaving their pretty markers on my eyes, new meaning to Star-struck . In t

 Two || нυgѕ ιη тнє ¢σℓ∂ Immortal. Timeless. Bright lights and the feel of the damp grass, cold like the icy fondle of snowy winds, yet rich and desirable like the scent of pine and the fresh woods, wet, alive, vivid. And then, like a falling star, cast like sliver glitter above the raven brown eyes, warmth descends around, blocking the wintry air, shielding the arctic winds. Your arms envelope me, nestled like squirrels in their tree-top hideaway, protected and safe. Comfort. Like the moon's leering crest, your lips split into the most beautiful s

One|| ρєαяℓѕ Gleaming in the amber light, like frosted honey, the pearls smile with their blue and pink grins, so pretty like the rosy cheeks of the lovely dancing women, so seductive around the pinkish skin, resting on the puckered breast, bobbing with each little gesture, so full of grace, so delicate. They shine, divine, like little moons, rotating 'round the radiant sun, rising, falling on into oblivion, seen no more until their journey's end. The tiny pearls, like glittering teeth, peer from lace, peeking curiously with flashing eyes at the beauty that surrounds them, shimmering

Soft angel kisses from The dark haired seraph of Love and sweet divinity. Nice, warm caresses from the Beautiful, kind lover with the Long, brown hair and Intense brown eyes, Dark like almond nut, Hard like the crisp shell, Yet they melt into passion like Sweet, ginger chocolate Over the deliciously roasting Fire. Rough, sweltering kisses where Our tongues dance like the Spanish women In their colorful blossom skirts that Twirl like tropical flowers under the Bright, glowing sun, So warm like the lusty Touch of another that Comes from the icy rain in Comforting shelter. Tall and lean like the Firm oak tree with h

I am a girl Walking through a Beautiful Dream. Conjoined at the hand I am strolling through a Vivid, Infinite Rose garden, Filled with towers of Lovely pink and red. I am a girl Visiting an Everlasting Fantasy. Leaning against his side I am sauntering with a Perk To my step, a Smile On my face, matched by the Leering rose buds. I do not wish to Wake From such a glorious Dream. I do not wish to Be shown the Cold Cruel Reality that I know awaits At the end Of this Elating Tunnel. I cling to him with Tight, narrow arms. I cling, with a grin and a laugh. Because I wish to hide my Internal Pain.

Confession. I have a Confession To make. There is an Unrelenting darkness Bubbling like tar Inside my mind Chest Throat Body Soul Voices are like Piano strikes Words Incomprehensible Slurred Senseless There is a touching Grievance Here inside this mechanism A gaping Hole Is eating away at me Making me Mad Insane Hurt Like acid flowing Into my heart Rising to my Throat Burning through tears Consuming my eyes Sight useless Knowledge meek Where is my Sensible Mind at? Can I not think for Myself Any longer? I am drowning Please. I am drowning In a pit of shadows The gaping mouth to Engulf me

 Dear beloved, It seems time has left me over the years. I stand at the gates of life, staring out at a vast, lovely field of bountiful divinity, and sigh. It seems I am no longer apart of this world. Just an apparition, segregated from those I want to cling to, those I want to cherish. I feel deathly, unattached to this hollow shell of a body. Am I truly within this heavy corpse? Am I honestly the master of this mechanism? I control the strings, but the strings are coming loose. I don't suppose I can make it any longer… Golden rays of pure, glorious sunlight kiss my cheeks, warm the dull senses. I can hardly feel anything anymore. Not

                          Poison ivy, poison ivy, spreading through the land                       The place where all your sins are laid are burning on the sand                           Dirty little secrets and those never-well kept lies.