Just Sayin'

Just sayin'

you're alright

just saying

so that we won't fight.

Just sayin'

when the morning comes

because baby

sometimes it feels like it

won't.

Just sayin'

when it's tough to bear

that hard look when

we're

in dispair.

Just sayin'

I will not stop,

not

until you say

it's just...

sayin'...

Yea...

Yea,

 you caught me,

in the

lime light.

Yea,

 you took me,

from the wrong

night.

Yea,

you found me

in between

then,

when,

all others

turned

a-

way...

I just wanted

someone to,

under-

stand

before it turned...

You got me

when it was

alright

in the haze before

it changed.

I got you

when you didn't know -

then you turned

and told me

so.

Now I look

when you sleep

and nothing holds me

away from you.

Yea you told me

then one night

a kiss

a thrill

a one stand-fight.

...

We

are

meant

to

be.

Your Poisen

In almost a fit of fury, Iva grabs hold of the candle stick.

It was the closest object next to her before she could even bat an eye lid.

It was only moments earlier when tears where draining her face in liquid oil spills, when a sound of something unusual came lurking outside her apartment, distracting her. Iva froze. She thought she could hear moans. Gurgling.

The odd noises were soon followed by heightened screams and then a stampede of tumbling feet, bashing down the stairs, spilling into the corridors.

With the candle stick firmly in her right hand, its metal digging into her palm, Iva heads over to the curtains, as she follows the noise of tripping heals crash into the court yard. Gently pulling the curtain aside, leaving enough room for the apple of her eye to gauge what was happening, Ive spies neighbors rolling over one another, heading for the front door of the main building.

They were running from something.

But from what.

From whom.

Everyone was almost outside.

Everyone but one man.

He's left behind.

Iva pulls the curtains closer to her face, sealing out any possible light coming into the court yard.

The person left behind lies motionless.

The a wiggle.

Then a kneeling.

Then a stand up.

Fully erect.

He turns

and stares at her.

His face is soaked in blood.

As he walks towards her window, Iva notices his step is limp.

He doesn't make a sound.

Only the sullen drag of pebbles on the ground is heard, echoing, as he heaves his body towards Iva's window.

And as he closes in, Iva notices his face.

The man is her neighbor. Living above her.

A friendly gentlemen.

John is his name, divorced with two children, just past his fifties, a writer, and with intensely ice blue eyes.

Eyes that Iva recognizes instantly.

With her free hand, Iva fiddles for the light switch.

The room is dark.

She looks outside.

Darkness fills every shadow.

She no longer sees John.

Maybe now he doesn't see her.

Maybe now she is safe.

In the dark.

Green Girl

You make me feel like

a Queen.

Even when the dark comes rolling in

like ten legged spiders

ready to consume my dire

flesh.

A Queen you made

by sending kisses

in envelopes

unopened.

I am your Queen.

Who else would I be.

Your Queen.

Forever your

Queen.

Bedroom Sessions (series I)

No Human Be

I don't want to be a human.

I don't want to be.

I don't want to be a human.

I don't want to be.


I don't want a human.

I don't want to be me.

I don't want a human.

I don't want to be me.


I am no human.

Don't try to be.

I am no human.

Won't try to be.

Bad Dream

It's been

four days now,

and it's been the same

dream.

Repeating itself.

Like a bad cycle

of life.

You're in it,

and so am I,

and we seem

to be

far apart.

The sense of

betrayal hangs

from my skin.

I then wake up,

you still here,

just a dream.

Just a dream.