Peter Writes

Mistress

2006-08-18T10:03:00.001-07:00

The night touches my heart in a slinder of coldness.
Body shakes like the winter breeze just pierced my skin.
Feeling fragile and barely moving on my death bed.
These were the thoughts that cames to mind.
A purified soul once held me and guide me through the shadows.
Enlighten my heart with great satisfaction.
Everything has changed................

The touch of vagueness,
The voice of distress,
The look of nothing.

Traveling far for that affection,
Which eats a man's being.
"Paddle back home cause there is no love here my son!"
Which I may recall the voice with the only sense of familiarity.
Made me to have a curious look descending at this musky surface, Soon I will drown it.
Still I could see her refection among the ugly caliginous sea.

So I write my first entry in a year.
Hoping she to understand, what a great deal she means to me.
And not just another pretty face.
The war for love.

Mistress

2006-08-18T10:03:00.000-07:00

Angelic Eye

2005-09-01T13:46:00.000-07:00

Beauty is within the eyes of loss

The butterfly

2005-09-01T10:19:00.000-07:00

I breath in from the deep ports of my hopes
Craving for a treat of lustful and radiant like itself
Melting a great despair right within these skin of curiosity
I do admire this fraternized stranger

Seeing my heart sign with no regrets
Through the dark abyss tonight I bend my ways through,
I'll taste the wealth of these skin
Murder the difference that is made
I confined my only face
Can't see you lock in the hands of my defeater

Lets imagine.......

he fucks you with the warmth of my filth
Sucking on your tits
Eating you in
The ache of salt rubs over your fragile pussy

Are you enjoying it now?

My butterfly

Choice of cancer

2005-08-15T15:22:00.000-07:00

I tie myself to a chair and blind fold my decency
I know I won't have it,
The torch red headed doll with those moral eyes
Fit in such a slander package

The cigarette butt lightly tuck in my lips
I breath in the smoke of desire
Wanting it but I just can not reach

She is my choice of cancer

I listen to what she have to say
But she only spoken in deft
I pass the convocation
Page after page
I write what I want to get from this

Silence Silence Silence
Silence Silence Silence
Silence Silence Silence
Silence Silence Silence
Silence Silence Silence
Silence Silence Silence
Silence Silence Silence
Silence Silence Silence

The taste of dust

2005-08-03T11:10:00.000-07:00

This is what living like this does to us
The feeling of admitting something that is not
Any other possible ways to undo all our mistakes

I confess my ugliness
The side only myself could see
seek me with your prayer my dear
Neal so we can both suffer
I'll light myself so you can notice my love
A flame that burns as the mouth speaks
And my hand rain in ashes with priceless gifts

I adore you my dear
Too much I must say

The gatekeeper that locks up those doors
Is the only one that knows the toll I have to pay
Before my madness could enter

death

2005-07-30T22:56:00.000-07:00

Tonight I drink with my reflection
Its so cute as I watch my personality takes its shape
A vivid beam of burning gunfire
I risk my addiction
The lust of pondering death, I speak to it, I want it, I can feel it
What I need was loose on a knot tied to a sinking ship
I watch it descend hand and hand to the bottom of a dark bed
Gone my only need
Spray it with red
Or dread it if you must
Nothing can fix me in this ball of angry fire
My skin season with ash and my eyes pined with a vision
The man i used to be had died
I rot with pornographic thoughts
I rise from the underground to find my love

The coffee girl

2005-05-17T15:02:00.000-07:00

I sat pondering the eyes of my dignity
Watching the projection of my dull face,
Within the musky surface of this coffee
I take my first sip and ponder some more.
I stop and notice something so alluring
It was this woman, this waitress working at the casher
At this insensible place which I may recall
I lift my cup of what morning is defined and took my second sip
Realizing the stain the coffee makes on this tedious remark
Like the stain of a virgin makes in bed

I began to fell for this woman,
Dying to know her unknown name
This curiosity will be the murder of this body

I let out a silence that reach to a point I could only hear my heart speak

As the waitress walks over and ask for a refill
With the pleasantest voice she could find
I started to notice her face like an artist does with its paints
The greed I felt wanting something this staggering
Only gets me close this second cup of coffee

Nothing more

wired...............

2005-04-17T22:23:00.000-07:00

The moon slayered the light of the sun
Darken its back and luminates its utterly murky lid
I cried upon the torches of these stars
They were the knights of the night
Fighting the battle with the moon
In the darkhours of our luck
I always wonder if the clock's living too long
I crave for her pity as I start to think
Working my brooding thoughts
What a bloody mess!
A massacre it would be

the sound of thoughts to my ears are only a compilation of stories
Senseless and vague
Just like the ideology of GOD

I dream to sleep with ending thoughts
Bloom with glory and love as the entree
And a beauty next to this china plate

EYE

2005-04-10T22:40:00.000-07:00

I dream

I bleed

I weep

I feed

I neglect
My seeings

I fuck
My own world of need

The pianist

2005-03-28T12:38:00.000-08:00

I listen close as people talk about the woman in the woods
She slept as she was swimming through the trail of tranquilized streams
Her voice uttered with a melody as new life blooms in the crisp morning sun
A beautiful round face she had on that please a man's wondrous eyes

I let out a big sigh
As I please the wound of sound

I lay down to listen close
Please play those songs again?
My heart soften as her miraculous like hands presses down on each vivid white piano keys
"She sings! She sings!" I yelled like a madman with great gratification

My tongue could taste her lyrics as the words joggled with the melody
As Morning roar the absents of my woman friend
My sweet one
My dream

White

2005-03-17T12:33:00.000-08:00

I need a place that would fulfill my courage throughout these entire week
A nice limitation that I could visualize within our amity

So I cheers to that
My sweet hunger fright

Smoking the same old cartons
Drinking the same old beer
Sleeping with the same old woman
Writing the same old shit

I make my choices clearly........

RED

2005-03-15T13:47:00.000-08:00

I trail back to the day of my little mess
Like a wounded dove so vulnerable on the street

A fair day that was……

Like the redness in those dreads
Speaks to me like thousand wounded men
Holding the trigger in each broken limbs
With a painful kiss,
I inhale the offer

I feel the gentle moving tongue that salivate my heart beat
With a new unfamiliar noise
That was too hard to recall going Thump, Thump, Thump…

The night we drink
Turn me in to a neglected sex whore from hell
Each minute she lit a smoke
I feel too secure,
Wanting to slender close to the bottom of her lip piecing
To see what was in hiding that beautiful smile of total lust

The seed

2005-03-01T13:58:00.000-08:00

This admiration for a bitter sweet monolithic sunsets
Has got me on a one way train to my own curious feedings
The lust of finding will be a treat
My deepest moods in this hole will be fantasized
So please be the one that ponders me with your waver torch of affinity