Lesbian Art

Dancing all alone in the dim moonlight
Wishing someone was there to dance with her
Loneliness is what she fights every night
Dependant on music; all else is blurred

Regretful relationships haunting her …

If Santa were gay Christmas wouldn’t be all too different but some things would probably change.

I have lived a short life, but one that is filled to the brim with experience. Admittedly not all those experiences have created smiles or photographic snap shots of beauty. Many of my experiences ha…

Can’t you hear
The lost
Their agonizing cries
For they used to be here
If you listen…
From the ground
The deep decaying flesh
Their dryed blood
Body’s in a mess
Unmissed, Unloved
Buried in sh…

whispered lies rest on parted lips
lingering, tingling, scorching
hushed ‘i love you’s burn the tongue
silenced by a kiss

walls broken by the whispered lies
beaten on the ground by silent eye…

breaking down the behind the scenes.
And the pillowcase is drenched
By the only salt water river I’ve ever seen

i awake, forgetting, streching my hand out to feel your warmth but my hand only caresses a cold flywire screen thats still hanging off my window from when you pulled it off so you could smoke outside…

I reached my hands to the stars
But all I got were thorns of your crown
Why the simplest truths
Are so invisible to the blind
Where do I belong I don’t know now
Where do I go
What’s the purpose of that ch…

Small things explode into a million pieces,
large things are squashed into my pockets.

She loves me like a sweet Summer scent and a warm gentle breeze
She lays bear her soul before me and I in awe drop to my knees.

Today,
came through my eyelids like blinding light,
and buried itself in the damp cotton wool of my bloody brain.
Hurt,
so much,
that the words for pain no longer describe…
And all my years of envyin…

They were the not too confident,
at the fair,
new belt black leather brass buckle,
like Daddy used to wear.
I am now the listless girl,
they were more than me,
and the older men,
the ones with blue,
inked de…

this darkened hole is the place for creatures such as I,
as the Devil creeps behind me… hoping I will die.

Such a breath of fresh air
A connection of fate
Something good, finally fair
No more lonely waiting

Waves to my ocean
Clouds to my sky
Erasing bad emotions
With a glance in your eyes

Pillow to my sleep
Sock…

The dew in the morning
The wind in your hair…

If you ask me what I am.. I may have some trouble telling you.

I’ll probably answer with something lame like “I’m flesh and blood”, “I’m stardust”, “I&…

I swear we live in a magical world.
I swear it on my own certain grave.

I wonder about the boundaries and untapped potentials, synchronicity and philosophy, time and the movement through it…
wh…

i loved the way it felt falling over my tongue and out of my mouth my lips, the last part of me to be attached to those words, tingled from its pleasure and drew up into a knowing smile