Intoxyc8me's blog: "Do Not Disturb"

Holding my breath by LateNiteFantasy© life can be death. what good is breath released without reason, except to put one foot in front of the other covering ground to return to a home devoid of sound or soul to greet you there, where only letters, clothing and scents are left forming a phantom of past pleasures, treasures tarnished by dreams corroded through calamity. no cause for food to mouth, when memories of past meals shared together side by side, turns stomach to tidal pool of gastric acid churning, bitter, burning bile. instead consuming myself has become my meal of choice as the voice which once gave purpose becomes an age old song I know I have heard before.

Pouring a glass of Poetry~ by LateNiteFantasy© Vineyard balcony casting cross legged smiles watching grapes swell lost in time Yesterday's clouds still linger in the blue 'pop' a cork a bottle of '1972' Recollections of a 'Lady' sweetly soured grapes a breeze across the balcony dances with the drapes Raising the bottle and raising a glass into this day pours the past the aroma reminds me of a scented lady's breeze a bouquet of emotions pouring a glass of poetry

Waiting by LateNiteFantasy© Without sleeping, I see the clarity arrising. It's the morning light coming, trying to welcome the eyes of people, to the world, again. But in my case She failed. I'm still embraced in the darkness of last night's events.. Sad enough to grasp me tight, with no desire of carrying on. I wait for a spark of enlightment, of these sad unfortunate events, that shadow my head. What happened? What did I do? Why did it happen? Oh God, Why? ... I wait for that never coming answer... Still inside my chamber door's. Aside from the world, In the solitude Of my being. Locked away in my thoughts, I wait. Wait for that Last refund Answer. The answer that never comes... Why? I just want to know why.... I keep myself waiting, for something I know it will never happen.... But still, here I am. Waiting. Grasped in another day's tomb, In another day's shadow, In another day's black heart... In another day's death

The Last Kiss by LateNiteFantasy© Your crosshairs tickle my neck, as I prepare for the impact. My ears scream for a clue, but I will be dead before I hear you. I feel the heat from your muzzle, smell the acrid smoke of your fragrance. And I wonder which thought will be my last as the bullet explodes into my brain. The screaming sound: liquid consciousness splatters the wall as your lips leave mine.

Onliners Club by LateNiteFantasy© welcome to the club of lonely souls where there should be hearts we just have holes we're always crowded but there's always room sour drinks with friends true despair in bloom here's a nice guy unattached as yet always looking for a woman that he's never met a shy young lass peeks from in her shell too afraid to leave her personal hell that lusty fellow sipping bitter tea longs for women like those on his PC this fetching mom most men would cherish watched her children thrive as her love perished time and circumstance wore us down, it seems we've lost our hopes but not our dreams true, its a dour mob but don't yet grieve once you're completely numb then its time to leave