And you blend into me

Your maker knew exactly what it would take to make me tic. Designing you; was one of the worlds better common marvels.

The intricate delicacy of your shape, conforms onto mine the way that sand cushions some of our most romantic memories.

Your pressure becomes my heat and I begin to yearn; yearn for a longing of compromising hesitation. Breathe into me your strength while pursuing heated thrusts. I am now mangled, hustled, feeling pressured to participate, but I'm intrigued and feeling flawless.

Along 7 hail Mary's, I pray for a continuation. I am now feeble and without the ability to again contort to your liking. But the world has stopped, as it did the moment you pressed your hips to mine.

Come into me like a ray of golden sun. As masculine as you can, without fear and prejudice, enable my pride, lust ruby lips and silky breasts.

I take without reason the perverted persuasion that only an animal like instinct could honor. In a new found glory I take with pride that moment when your soul, your haste, your unmanning force, and fruitful nature blended with mine.

My Christmas

Close your eyes.

Tip your head back.

Extend both arms out as far as your tips can reach.

Now fall backwards and allow the concrete to initiate contact.

And instead of opening your eyes only to watch yourself cradle

your wound, keep them closed and take note the warmth pooling from the

back of your skull.

Breath in deep this time, and keep your arms extended. Admit to yourself

that what you are feeling is utter exhaustion, debilitating trauma, and one hell of a blow.

As you are now submerging yourself in wallow and self pity, remorse.

 Ask to be granted with serenity

and pray for forgiveness.

Lay still.

Keep your eyes closed, but this time squeeze your eyelids tightly shut.

Allow for your jaw to open widely as if to scream for help,

but make not a sound.

Stop breathing as you do this.

Keep holding onto that last breath.

Exhale slowly, mouth wide open, lids tightly shut.

As your brain alerts you to breath in, now: hesitate for a moment.

Take note on how your body is in a tormented pose, your lungs are pursed for oxygen, and your heart is coming to a crawl.

And notice how you are alone.

Notice that no one stopped you from falling.

Notice how there is not one person licking your wounds.

And take note how nobody is breathing life into your lungs.

Parasite

As I inhale deeply, I begin to let go all my inhibitions. My exhaustion begins to contort within itself, mangling, wrestling, and becoming more and more unforgivable.


I allow my own awareness to surround myself in equality. I am without denial, I am without fault, but you, you are relieving me of all purity. My selfish task of annihilating your infatuation with me become hostile and I am left weak.


You wreak of soiled linens.


Your expression leaves me blank.


But most of all, you are the one at fault and have failed me.


Lord provide me with the strength to battle ten men. Grace me with the ability to again feel. Grant me without sin and leave my immortality sacred. And if you Lord, again do not wake


I will become his host no more.

From my soiled tongue.

Without enhancements I inquire a deeper threat.

Perhaps to you without intent of ones massive destruction, you purge.
Every bit of immortality from me you devour as you decompose loves lost expressions, loves lost definition, and lasting momentum of ones lost grace.

I not only envy the fact that you can freely compress innocence, but that with pride and arrogance leaves me without the ability to inhale.

Give me back my breath.

And when I stop spinning, let go gracefully and watch me inherit your ability to contend.

Stop perspiring nervous angst. Admire the cost in which you destroyed the last chemical inside of your heart that could make you sizzle.

I am your pawn.

Give me back your breath for then I will not hesitate to take away every bit of self indulgence that you've manifested.

I am naked.

Exposed.

Vulnerable.

And on the floor.

The tiles are cold and are left seemingly unstable.

My memories play out like foreign shadows that I once witnessed as schemes, portrayals, and how intense sanctuary could of been.

From my pursed lips I taste the hesitation of steam that wreaks from my soiled tongue.

Find me know dear Lord and watch me shed.

I spill before you a shade so intense that my lips mimic the intensity.

'Gun-Shy'

At most you find impulsive behavior a second nature in disguise. However impressive I no longer render, for my demons have become announced. In despare I wander forcefully to unite with ones lost lingering devotion. To you I am dynamic, extreme, ornate, and without probable cause. And if you were correct, and in only defense pursed lips seal in awe. For today I find myself undoubtidly in good faith, good humor, and at most in love.

It takes more shallow momentum to drown me. Enhancing my faith in one's faith shallow, I wake. Vulnerable and exposed I allow you to take me, to feel me, to uninhabitadly announce the passion and fame within every bit of your entirety.

It is going to take faith and perserverance to undo that 'gun-shy' exoskeleton.
But you, baby are everywhere that I want to be.

Do not fail yourself; for me.

"I don't know, it's going to take a strong man. I'm high maintenance and head strong."

"But if you love her......"



Allow a disassemble, bury me in red. Find every bit of intuition, and label it as dead. Touching lips of pursed perspire, one loves lust, is another loves desire. Force me to exceed my own credibility and take part of this, inevitability. Wit captured in shades of blue, I'm a green eyed monster; say. For true loves haste, I admit today.
Where to know, I find lost scene... because of what you've done; I begin to pheen. Inseparable moment of that one last touch, I feel loves thrust, I cringe, I clutch. Forth effort known to indulge this pain, your integrity, your loyalty, I long to gain. With me you'll take away all of life's last flaw, your heart, your heat, your figure; I'll gnaw.

Are you strong enough? Fast enough? And willing to show me your greatness?

If not....... then let me go and know you've failed yourself.

"It's cold."

"But you need to do this."

"But it's so cold."

"Same stimulation."


Press.

Harder.

Now quickly, do it.

I lay awake only to find myself hopeless and lost within the rummage sale of my mind. This of course, run purely by donation only. My fearless leader, myself, trapped and dislocated. I am my only creator, my purest destination, my tasteful revenge. And you, my salvation.

My salvation. My postmortem. All without the ability to take me for all of my entirety. For this I sin. Sin against faith and vow. My heart now undesirable in the eyes of its keeper.

Without hesitation; lack return. For it is without a beat and without apparel.
My lips have memorized every ounce of integrity that yours shared with mine. My palms freeze in admiration only to find themselves empty.

Tickets to hell have been sold out. Shame.

Taste. Remember. And now, you begin to fail. Fail to thrive.
Bring me your adolescence and I, I will devour that fortune.

Stop. Preserve. And from now on, let go of his immortality.
We create our own destiny and design our own fate.

With tact, regret, and yet so evenly designed; I'll hang.
Allow my innocence to thrust. Every ounce of his 'idea' I begin to purge.

I am not a sinner. Provide me a pardon and I will prove that the only
reason he "exists" is because you have all designed this governing
idea that we need to be torn between what we want, desire, and fear...

only to go to heaven.

This time, bring me into you.

Close 'em.

Tighter.

Breathe in slowly. Begin within your diaphragm then continue with your lungs.

Now very slowly expel every ounce of carbon dioxide from your pursed lips.

Keeping your eyes closed, you begin to tense with anxiety as I delicately thrust my abdomen onto yours.

You promised. Keep them closed.

As you exhale I begin to notice a hesitant shake, a thrill, a moment of delight, where you... my target, is begining to feel sacred.

Your lips are teased with the tip of your very own tongue, you moisten your smile only to find that my lips are trailing a road map, the type of map that begins with the nape of your neck.

You were masculine, thoughtful, and most powerful... that was until I, took every ounce of decency from you only to bring it to a startling hault.

What am I doing, you ask? The very same thing that you do to me physically, but this time.... I will be the one inside, penetrating, darkening, and saturating you; with immortality, guilt, and exhaustion.

I bring my body so much closer this time only to notice you stepping back.

Your eyes open forcefully and begin rejecting my thirst.

You have to believe in me, this will work, all without an audience.

Trust me.

As I bring myself near, I feel a presence of denile, anger, and a disingadging stutter. Forcefully I approach you. I remove all myself of abrasive behavior.

Reaching forth I notice your glare, you are unaware that you, all of you, belongs to me. And it is I that brought every piece of my exsistence before you, only to captivate you, intrigue you, and make you mine.

My finale, an aquired step that is executively counted. I postpone my last farewell, for you....

are now addicted.

Just breathe

Devouring every ounce of me leaves an unsettled, distorted, unbalanced figure. In your sweetest luxury, I find myself unhinged and cleverly disguised. I felt dramatic, juvenile, and defeated. It is, but people like you that leave me lingering for more, only to be tempted into fame, faith, an oath. A sort of oath that you would label unclean and unjust. Rid me of this virus, this addiction, this temptation. Bathe me in his matrimony and relieve me of this punishment. I yearn for you, devote myself to you, and allowed one last entry into my heart. But your vacancy diminished. And with time I awaited your visit. I would give up my immortality to be yours. And D. West would have to notice through this piece, that I had no choice, but to lay her to rest. Remove thy shield and I, I will thrust every ounce of my integrity, my well-being, my flawless remorse into you and devote all of my entirety to making you pursue every bit of your compassion. Now close your eyes and feel. Then exhale every bit of your breath. Hold it. Struggle for air, but do not allow yourself to inhale. Cover your eyes with your hands and falter. This is how I feel. I know what I want, I know what I need, but I have to struggle, for it's allowance leaves me broke.

Reshape me, inside of you.

There hasn't yet been a law to state that I am without the ability and or capability to withdraw every ounce of your masculinity. I seek refugee within you, but am left with hostility and the inability to purge. You are the one that I want to emulate myself upon, drench myself in purity, and discover intuition. Can one, even seek intuition?

I will meet my passion, when he can look directly into my soul and remind me that I am his mirrored image of ones self. Leave me without pitty, for I will not be shamed. Intise me to be yours, and I will find no fault.

Remind me kind sir to exhale, bend, and reshape again.

It's not my fault.

Forgive me.

(none)

To put forth my ever after: A poisoning feeling that you will create when you strangle a butterfly.

Part 1: The explosion was the most intriguing part of the situation. The bang. The pop. The click of the hammer. All things that I take with me. I remember most; the sizzle the steel was so determined to make while mixing with the chemicals inside of my brain. I hardly even remember the way the carbon dioxide sputtered from my lungs. But at last, and quickly.... I found out just where my destiny was to plan forth.

Part 2: At first I began to shiver. The blade was burning with anxiety as I began to drag it "down the road" and not "across the street". I had done my homework, and left all curiosities aside. I knew exactly what I was doing, but it began to leave such a mess. I doubled my dose of anticoagulants just to make damn sure this was going to be quick. My blues turned to red. Then red turned to black.

Part 3: They rattled. It was like my very own personal maraca full of this time, tranquilizers, sedatives, and opiates. The rush to find my glory's initiative was fierce, but the destiny I wanted to remain relaxed. I wanted to be compared to sleeping beauty, but this time I wanted to be poisoned permanetly, silently, and so sweetly aggressively. After, but two handfuls of mankinds most favorite dessert of toxic concoctions..... I began to fade. I remember my heart muttering as to why I was relieving it of it's most powerful strength. More shallow my breaths became. Taking with me most was the calming effect that I put upon myself as I, violently began to pass. My lips now coated in a faint taste of powder, spew, and haste.

"I won't let you down. And I won't leave you falling" -Muse

If I could tell the world exactly where to go..... I would shame myself, for my words would hardly flow. My stutter it would ramble, my shame it would expose, my rage it would perspire from my head onto my toes.

I'm appologetic, just as much as you, appear to be. The innocence of one's true love, you have lost for me. Remind me to exhale, for I forgot to balance me. My heart so over exposed, for everyone to see. I have walked a mile, within your stride, but today uncertain is a shameless pride. I leave you now, away from me..... for you won't return, the man you used to be.

"If the moment ever comes; I will love you hopelessly, I will love you endlessly." Muse.

I am now real.

Within one hint of your deception; I purge. My immortality weakens and I begin to enhance the idea that I am now real.

Every ounce of my innocence is left shameful, uncovered, exposed, and humiliated. Without you, I am alive. With you, I am at fault, afraid, and determined to break free.

"Be nice to her."

I am without balance, untrustworthy, and mistaken.

"I wish there was something I wanted as bad as he wanted to fry himself." Archy.

You were supposed to be fast enough, strong enough, and willing to show me your greatness.

Unbalanced, unclean, and unstable.

Spin. Spin again. Now this time, expand each elbow, wave each pose; and being to spin so hard that you can feel every chemical inside of your brain sizzle.

Now stop.

Breathe in slowly.

Open your eyes.

Upon yourself a reflection. A once mirrored idea that you had all control of your life, now displays one ugly ass truth.

Now reach forth.

You can't touch anything. You can not hang on. And now you are beginning to feel a bit feeble.

Stop.

Close your eyes and notice that you are beginning to feel nauseous.

Again you open your eyes only to notice that you have no direction at all. No matter how hard you try to focus: that one focal point too... seems so distant.

Someone tries to reach out to you, only to help you remain so stable, but in your blurry haze.. they too appear so unstable, unbalanced, hazed, and unclean.

So what do you do?

Just close your eyes.

And keep spinning.

Dearest D. West

You are so delicious, sexual, awakening, and unlawful for my self image.
"A professional? How can you begin to point?"
Every ounce of me is levitating within myself for I feel no sin.
You sire claim such innocence, yet it is you that left such a deep abrassion. I'll take whatever you're giving... which is never enough.

You call yourself a writer, yet you leave such pauses announced. You call yourself a poet, but your lyrics have no rhythm. If it is true that I am everything that you want to be: Forget to inhale.

Left foot first. Eyeliner smudges excused. Close your eyes, D. West... and balance, awaken, forgive, but leave a memorable impression.

"You're just like an angel, skin makes me cry.

You float like a feather in a beautiful world. I wish I was special. You're so fucking special." -Radiohead.

I need you. Not only you, but I need all of you. I need from you the strength to stand strong and willing to step forward. I need your embrace and your remarkable smile. Leave with me your tact, your immortality, your heat, and your pressure. Please Athea, wake up and come alive again.

"And well I, don't wanna fall in love. No, I., don't wanna fall in love... with you." -Chris Isaak.

Nicole, I just can't bring myself to inhale. It's like there is this painstaking pressure that is preventing one breath. And to think I even said that in the truck.

You give me one person, just one person that really knows who I am anymore. Give me that one person so I can ask them if I am worthy of such capabilities. Am I crushing under my own weakness?

If I am pulled and tugged every which way anymore.... I am going to snap.

I wake up crying. And it's not that I'm sad... I'm angry and am trying to chanel this demon a much more productive way.

So, fuck you. (D.West)

I'm breaking.

I know that if I continue with this exoskeleton... people can no longer take advantage of me. "If I cry, I show weakness, and opening for disaster."

What am I trying to really prove? What do I want? What makes me happy? How can I pose a greater threat to myself? Who is strong enough for me? Fast enough for me? Who is willing to show me their greatness?

I need you. Please for fuck sake.... take me, look me in the eyes and tell me that I need to come back. Show me, please, that I am worth every ounce of your integrity. Most of all, stop me.

And then, there was me.

Today I find myself at a standing point confused, angry, and still tormented. And the villain doing the finger pointing, is me. Refreshing it was to hear from my lips that I, Athea am really trying to channel this anger into a much more productive energy.

I told him...."I am at least recognizing this flaw and am constantly rushing a release of relaxation." And then I asked him, "Do you ever really turn off your heart? How do you stop feeling? Do you really expect someone to rebuttal within themselves and close off every portion of their entirety completely?" The impression I received was that, I need to sort of become numb to certain idea's, memories, influences, passion, and my own Delores West.

Today I admitted more truth to someone I can trust then I ever have in my life. Though it was a simple 10 minutes of constant rambling..... for that 10 minutes, I got to let go..... not really let go, but recognize that I am not without fault. I leave the analyzing up to him, and pray that he takes my open heart with refusal.

Today I realize that I have the most control of my life. Today I realize that I have the potential to kick, fight, a pursue. This time is now my own, for I am my greatest victory. Inside of my babies' eyes are a solid glimpse of gratitude. They are telling me with every kiss and hug that they need me to support them, stay strong for them, and provide for them. I can do this.

Lost in train of a deepest momenteum....

At a pace of silence I could no longer remember exactly how to feel, lust, forgive, and triumph. Within' every ounce of integrity I falter at wit when I am at most forbidden to engage. Every ounce of peace within my serenity was forgotten and I was the one forgetting.

Grant me with my sense of well-being. Admire the most influence that I enhance. I love me, every ounce of me. And you, I can not believe you forgot how to influence me, at all.

Ihres.

If you are strong enough, fast enough, and willing to show me your greatness; then remember that you will be falling in love with more than one person. But I, in time, will come around; I always do, for you. There's an ego, a threat, a sinner, and a fighter that lives within myself that finds every awakening moment to post a threat to me. She is fast, strong, immortal, and persuasive. Every bit of her entirety is intense from the taste of her lips to the piercing ring of her snarl. She is confident, controlling, and remains fearless.

Without her is a small, insecure, delicate young lady. This stature is intelligent, memorable, and kind. She remembers without compassion, then we really are nothing at all. But this feeble angel needs a saving grace.

I need a kindness, a rapid pace of heat that keeps me grounded. You have to know what to say, what to do, how to feel. You must be strong enough; strong enough to deal, survive, and reflect. You must be fast enough; get to me quickly before I fade. And for your greatness; you have to be able to maintain stability with both women.

"Now aren't you adorable! Where are your parents little girl?"

It's not that I'm angry, upset, or in fear.
I'm just hesitant, obsolete, and desire you near.
If I could shed, but a few common grounds, I'd let go of my enhancements, and mimic your sounds. I'd lose every ounce of my uninherited glory, only to find that you my darling, are, but a story.

If I fail again, inside of my mind... will you accomplish for me a sort of remarkable find?
I limit to myself a sense of immortality, a finding of ones true heart and strong willed destiny. Open each allowance when I beg your demand... limit to me the slightest touch of your hand.

I pale remark, you stutter one bliss, I'm sort of that feeling from true loves first kiss. Freewrite your will and I'll revise your dear plan... for my angel you are my biggest fan.

Exoskeleton

I am relentless, throwing punches with every strike.
I am proud, walking strides within your like.
I will not break, I will not falter, and I will not feel.
I freeze as you pause, I shout as you kneel.

Nor can I discard.

I can not fool myself; I can not deny. Nor can I discard.
To live a life without destiny, I feel is not worth living at all.
To love a life without integrity, I encourage your savior to prove.

Within all of my entirety.

Inside myself a hidden truth that lacks a sort of break.
I feel every ounce of passion, I publish him a fake.
Treasuring my warmth I embark an everyday...
this sort of tragedy, pain stakes in every way.
Without my remorse I hesitate, all your hearts integrity.
For only there, and only there.... I find a place for me.
If inside my soul you miss my presence... fight a way, intrude me.
I miss only of your excellence and dispose of your mystery.

You.

Tell me when my heart stops.... you're the only one that can take notice. And if you, are to return it broken... just allow me to fail my breathing patterns.

Taking you.... intravenously.

Without every ounce of excellence.....any inapt idea capable of suffering.. it is you, only you... that I desire, feel, remorse, understand, and leave unforgivably. So unsubtle I regain every ounce of your compassionate capability. You're unstable, in denial, and incapable of ever feeling for another human being. Lost without the truth, that unbearable creep that I, undoubtedly reveal as my favorite destiny.

Athea Armstrong-Wilson

Give me a place to stand and I will move the world.

Hate is not a powerful word for it has, but 4 letters.

I hate the way you pheen, the way that you acquire, and the way that you are so damn predetermined to exceed that when you falter... you submerge inside yourself. I feel pity for you and ashamed that your actions are, but familiar to your favorite scenario. I hate the way you leave me feeling lost, empty, unacquainted, feeble, and barely breathing. I lose every bit of dignity when I see your flesh and I forgive, but not one ounce of your credibility. Not only will you one day lose everyone ounce of your own glory, but you miss will wrinkle and fade. I hate that shadow, how it casts itself and how you prance gracefully around mortality. No my darling you will not live forever, nor will you be granted everything that you feel this world owes you. I hate the way you labeled yourself as endangered. I hate forever, your "god", and every ounce of breath that is granted to self reign.

Beautiful Disaster

It took every ounce of my being to hold tight, remember how, and determine which factor was going to weigh in the most.

Today I find myself toying with the idea that I really do need to remind myself to inhale, exhale, inhale, and exhale....... open my eyes and provide a statue of endless, remarkable, and provided strength.

How do I explain my situation to ones self. In which area of memory do I taste first. From what sort of ignorance to I reside within.

Someone please explain to my feet that they are now in dire need to support not only my structure, but my mortality, my heart, and my existence which has now become one hell of a beautiful disaster.

Intergalactic immortality.

Find me my kindness, and I will leave it feeling feeble.

Detour my liking of his own majesty, and I will falter at my own supreme being.

Include my substance for gratuity and rationality, and I will leave you speechless and without reason to fail.

Without reason... I am left enabled.

Without sin, to be without sin, I find myself unable to resist limited activity. My addiction has only began to create a more feeble Resistance against itself. I am at a loss and am featuring myself inapt. Why am I all to often left feeling immortal, without ability, and last dreamt. My turmoil is finding a necessary drive to create such an immaculate persona of myself, within his being and all of his entirety.

Inapt and unclean.

It wasn't that I was searching for the correct words to say in all of his entirety. I knew exactly what I wanted to shout, what I wanted to pronounce, and what I wanted him to feel. Something, anything, as long as he could feel a massive blow right to his steel chest. At that very moment I could feel my blood begin to thicken, my toes begin to tingle, and my breath begin to stagger. He is my drug and I am severely suffering a disgusting addiction. For once in my life I feel completely and uncontrollably unannounced, undesirable, inapt, and unclean. I lay defeated for my existence feels to worn now. Finding my stance in stability is tricky when he forces himself into my reflections. I faint at my own anxiety, I provoke every idea that I could become undeniably devoted to that one notion. The notion to keep, to embark, and to hang onto.
I leave to his benefit a bit of doubt that I can contain my hostility. I am angry, determined, compassionate, tactful, and unable to humble myself at ones own flaws. In all of my sight he needs to walk if he is not strong enough, fast enough, and able to show me his greatness.

Left feeling foreign.

And there they were, but two little feet that remained strong enough to hold this body in all of its entirety. Just 90 degrees above them, a mirror, a repetitive image that sort of resemble myself, however this time I had found myself at faints fall. Behind my eyelids I could see the smoke begin to roll out beneath itself as the chemicals inside of my brain began to boil. Now trailing Covergirl, tears.... and without them... I would hesitate his lisp.
I lost my shade of excellence, the glow, the pearl essence that determines just exactly how I am feeling, thinking, dreaming, wanting, and longing for one persuasive conversation.
I have lost myself and every ounce of integrity that used to once reside inside of me. I found myself worn out, blistered, and weary. I can only remember reaching behind the mirror for what I found was a note... reminding me to refill.... like my script, I am vacant and left feeling foreign.
Gathering every ounce of strength my shallow breaths allow, I am again face to face with myself. My semi-permanent now a smear, I inhale so soundly that beneath me I can feel the devil begin to panic. I can not surrender, I can not break, nor will I provide a doubtless amazement for their sketch. Echoing now, the sound of a great pair of high heel black patent leather mary janes. And like every Aquarius.... my steps are patiently counted.

A cluster for ideas and a home for x-ray vision.

Inside of yourself are ideas, images, thoughts, compassion, dreams, and theories. Now with each untouched individual process we must decide on how we deliver so many exuberant indulgences without creating the "yawn factor". The "yawn factor" finds it's place right there next to the "why bother turning the page" factor. And what's worse is the..."This article will look great absorbing the sweat from my ice water" factor. Extraordinary writing comes naturally and with experience. Some of the worlds most divine authors area also the most depressed, confused, and hot tempered individuals you will meet. Then there is the 5 word phrase...."writing comes from the heart". Whoever decided that this quote was going to make it as a headline needs to get back to serving deli cheese and hot wings. Now great technical writing comes with practice and experience. In my opinion "good writing" is not something to settle for" Try words like "exceptional, phenomenal, deliberate, fierce, and passionate." Writing is meant not only to inform, but to upset, emphasize, protect, and sell. I feel that writing is a lot like visual art, you can become familiar with the basics and how to, but inside of your being decides whether or not you have just what it takes to deliver a powerful blow of excellence.