Poems on Love and Loss.
Are you for real, if I touch you will you break?
Can you promise you aren't fake.
Want touch your prefect skin.
You remind me of a barbie doll.
Watch the striper dance around her pole.
Are you real or are you fake?
If I touch you will you break?
Can't believe this is real, what this is your making me feel
Larax
That beautiful face, that beautiful smile.
You have control, your driving me wild.
Want to touch your perfect skin.
Run my finger down your cheek.
Looking into your distance eyes.
I see a lost child, hiding behind a mans eyes.
I watch as you stands in the rain, your eyeliner running like little black tears.
You long to be free and dance in the moon light,
Just like me
Larax
Lost and Lonely

A girl crys in the corner of his room
She can't talk or scream
Shes lost and alone in his room
She can't run away or stop him

Lost and lonely in his world
But shes not the only one
He has many souls trapped in his world
No-one knows their there

No-ones knows his name
All you hear is the crys of the many trapped souls
Unable to excape his world
Lost and lonely

He feeds on those who feel lost and lonely
He keeps them chained
Not letting them excape or move
Who does he take life from
The innocent and unhappy

Blue moon
I look, I listen.
But yet I still kept hearing nothing.
Loneliness, Emptiness!
I'm left alone, I hear everything.
But the truth always hides.
Emptiness and Lies!
The truth hides, it hurts.
The lies are my only comfort.
Comfort and Truth.
I'm left alone, I hear everything.
The voices never angry, alway whipering.
Quiet and Calm!
*Dark Soul*






I am a whore
you made me this way
when you broke me apart
they stuck me back together with glue stick
im ripping apart
ill soon be just another torn rag dolly
So while I can still put my make up
to cover my bruises
My faery wings to cover my scars
I take FAKE love like FAKE glue
to keep me together
Then you come back...

I once knew this girl who sat down one day, alone and quiet, and carved a
deep cross into her thigh to bring the pain she was feeling on the inside to
her outside.
As she lay in bed with her boyfriend the next day he gently traced the cross
with his finger and looked up at her imploringly.
She turned away saying, "you should never touch someone else's scars."
Then they left one another out of fear...
And in a fit of wanton despair she flung herself against the wall and
shattered into a hundred pieces like a white porcelain plate.
In the end her family swept her under the rug, because that's all she said
she was worth.

Jules 2002