[janedoe223]

Writing

Preacher

Fairies

Features

Spider

The rain

Self

Words

Growing pains

Wallowing

Muse

The ghost

A dog

Puppy love

The beach

Legacy

Sugar

Gibson girl

Garden

Intangible

Rewrite

Stupid boy

Obituary

Bunny

Savannah

Labyrinth

Insight

Far off land

Soft summer nights

The trees

Pedestal

Pyre

Fertilizer

Cavity

Lover man run

[janedoe223]

Watch me with him I know you ache

To come over and fill the space

Strong arms folded, hands on your face

Eyes desperately searching for some hidden place

Inside of us to lick and touch

To grab and feel,

And fill the air with lust

Something more than a friendship

A complicated web

Of denial, and desire to get into our bed

[janedoe223]

In restless sleep, invoked a deity unknown to me

Every world garbled uncertainty

presenting a present of undeniable absurdity.

The pleasure of waking up no longer empty

To no longer be lost, drifting off at sea

To rearrange my organs till they fit nicely

But how long till they break the bonds that I make

Till enough isn’t enough, and they all must take

Pleasure in guiltless niceties, face plastic and fake

Words run through the bodies, a cold endless lake

[janedoe223]

The walls breathe deep as they shelter me from the wind

Muscles and bricks trembling with weight pinned

Shuddering over the corpses that lay dead

Beneath the skin of the floor that I tread

So quiet as I’m tied up with thread

The needles don’t poke too far into my skin

And as I unravel I spin, and I spin

[janedoe223]

Petal lips pulled back against sharp teeth

Piercing skin as they meet flesh, pearls of blood

Bloom and flood

My senses awry as it hits me, sweet and metallic

Words slipping right through me, bold and emphatic

Immune to your cold biting winds, no matter the current

Push through the tornado, it won’t be recurrent

[janedoe223]

The wind chatters in my ears, tickling the nape of my neck

The sun plays upon my skin, the silence nothing but a fleck

In the expanse of time running through my hands

I try to catch it, but nothing lands

Flying between the dirt and the sky, not so much as a whispered goodbye

No kiss goodnight, just a hollow bed for me to lie

To make as I wake, to find it lost to the night

To grasp clumsily, nails digging into the palms of my hand

Elusive and fleeting, I’ll write my psalms in the sand

Washed away as they are read,

My eyes withered and dead

Longingly looking past to all the time in the past

But no longer can I yearn for something that can’t last

So I digress from my mourning this morning, and bathe in the sun

Today I’ll be happy, today I won’t run

[janedoe223]

The sweat on my upper lip is not as sweet as I hoped it would be.

I wipe your saliva from my lips and wash my face

I sit back down in my place.

I can feel the hunger gnawing inside me

The hunger for something real

I can’t douse the shame, I broke the seal.

I live life through a looking glass,

Trudging through slowly, I know it’ll pass

But my face isn’t mine, it looks weird today

Skewed and distorted, rotting with decay

[janedoe223]

The clamp tightens on my heart

The longer we’re apart

Not a word or a sigh

No longer can I deny

This growing warmth in my chest

But for you I only want the best

My heart a place for you to rest

I’ll hold you close to my breast

Can you hear the beating in my chest?

Knocking on my ribs, flowers pressed

Who would have ever guessed

That you would have been my final test

[janedoe223]

The waves lap at the shore and the wind whispers to me, blowing my hair out of my face, caressing my body softly. My feet sink into the sand the grains flowing around my steps.

The sun harsh on my skin, a sweltering heat that grows within. Beaded sweat dripping down my side, slowly down my breasts they glide. My body glistening as the waves wash over me, it cools the heat momentarily. The salt in my hair, on my skin and tongue, the sand wiped from my body, as the water runs, down my spine and across my legs,

It leaves me absolutely sopping wet.

[janedoe223]

When did you grow this bold

Your words writhe with mold

Now that I’ve grown colder

My mind has been soldered

Trapped away from your lies.

Aware of your demise,

I’ve ripped away your disguise

Body crawling beneath the skin

Muscles twitching and withering

The child lost to the man

Your life is over before it began

The whispers you hear and act upon

Your life a scam, you fraud and con

I’m glad I was wary

And sad I was wrong

[janedoe223]

Intoxicating smile

Remember that memory, put it in a file

In the back of your heart

Till we depart

Play that song for me

You know I can be

Just the way I am

Just you and me

[janedoe223]

Can you taste my need

When I watch you bleed

Now I’ve finally been freed

Consumed no longer by greed

You’re my favorite book to read

Guilt claws at my sides

in a place it no longer resides

Would you leave me alive?

I don’t need to thrive,

Just let me drive

Away

[janedoe223]

My hands drift across his back

Lover;

But I write for another

His eyes devour,

you cower.

Man

Unafraid, unabated

Untainted, covered in my blood

Dissipated as I come undone

Pixelated under the sun

Run

[janedoe223]

What good does happiness bring

If I can only ever sing

When I miss you

[janedoe223]

An ugly girl sits trapped in my ribcage

She grasps at my bones and pulls with depravity

There she resides, body curled to fit the cavity

Tell me, if I don’t eat, will I shrink the space,

Knock her out of place and be happy with my face,

Will she be gone without a trace?

Could I finally be happy, adorned with lace

Will I finally be beautiful, and worthy of grace

[aquietjoy-deactivated20140608]

Sometimes I feel

beautiful, brilliant, artistic,

full of love, and life.

Other times,

I am

sober. 

[definegodliness]

Formaldehyde

Wherein Might I settle, now My very skin Has become A foreign sack Of toxins?

Wherein Might I nestle, then, Since the human touch became A damp warmth, Accelerating fungal growth, Spreading throughout the soft Tissues,

Till all, within, Is an accumulation Of palest filaments; A fuzz,

Nauseating?

These days,

I dream of cold liquid; formaldehyde And a plain mason jar For my brain — and, if I get to Keep my eyes,

That could be

Me.

I could be happy Set upon the top shelf Of a home

Library.

--- 19-1-2026, M.A. Tempels ©