Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!

Thursday, April 13, 2006

dangerous game

I know a lovely girl
my porcelin doll
she plays a dangerous game
much is required

she plays a monster
she likes her power
she manipulates it
It disaggregates hurt

shes been here before
shes knows it well
he watches her enter
loser pays hell

she can't win this game
she has him to blame
things won't be the same
she can't win this game


damning the rules
she wagers her heart
the game doesn't care
it rips her apart

bruised and bleeding
she stumbles away
she knew the outcome
but she loves to play

my porcelin doll
sirens call her name
the wagers be damned
she will play again

she can't win this game
she has herself to blame
things won't be the same
she can't win this game

3 comments:

Cocaine Jesus said...

you should post more poetry.
good.

velvetgunther said...

Play on, girl!

Inkblot said...

she never wanted to. just wanted to play...enjoyed it.