Justin's Poetry Corner

Monday, December 1, 2003

When You

When you knocked on the door,
my pulse stopped,
I heard the infinite silence
and then a breath,
telling me I was still alive.
It seemed to step out of a dream...
or a bad movie,
You...just you...

How am I supposed to feel?
you left so long ago
without a word,
no call,
no note,
no recognition of
everything that I did for you.

You were slowly killing yourself,
drowning in your pool
of viscous hate and despair.

Suddenly you appear
thinking that I'll do it again,
thinking that everything
will just be the same?

FUCK YOU!

go follow your groupie dreams,
go suck some rock stars dick
so that you can get fed for the night,

When you look at me that way,
I just want to...

Kiss you...
Kill you...
Ravage you...
But most of all,
I just want to...

Hate you.

Eternity

As the knife slips deeper my vision blurs,
Becomes red. The drops of crimson blood trickle
Through my hands and begin to pool on the
Floor. Pain, oh, the blinding pain.

Something seems to grasp at me with its icy fingers,
Tearing the flesh from my bones.
I felt his coming, heard his scythe scraping along
The floor. He came for me.

Pain and suffering shrouded in black,
A bone chilling touch and eternity held in his eyes.
To look upon this eternity means certain death,
Something I’ve done all to often.

He releases the blade of eternity from my quivering breast.
It falls from the hand of justice to the balance of the scales,
Beginning to swim in ruby pool of my guilt.
I am my executioner

Bony cold fingers close around my arm,
Dragging me under into eternity.
An eternity of hell,
An eternity I created.

Smooth and Tight

You know you want it
like a slow burn,
inch by inch,
slowly and deliberate,
while I pull your hair
to keep you in line.
Don't think I won't
take out the cuffs
and put your four poster
to good use.
The canopy rocking,
headboard slapping,
cracking the whip,
skin slowly burning
to cherry red,
You like that don't you?
You want every pulsating
inch inside you,
turning you into my
luscious love slave.
I'll take your curves
like a race car,
smooth and tight.

Sunday, November 30, 2003

Going Against the Grain

Tendons decimated with steel anger,
Her options she has already weighed,
She's going against the grain,
She's taking her life in vain.

So young and vibrant,
yet her life is fading away,
She's going against the grain,
She's taking her life away.

Her eyes slip further back,
and she slowly goes insane,
She's going against the grain,
She's going to die today.

The pain is all she sees,
blowing her mind away;
She's going against the grain,
She's about to fly away.

Swirling lights and crowded screams,
tonight she's played the game,
the bullet is lodged in her brain,
her skin has faded to grey.

She's gone against the grain,
She has said goodbye to the pain.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

Just Erotic

Bodies entwined
with sheets sweaty
from lovely poisonous,
deadly delightful,
sliding and grinding.
screaming and squealing,
rough hair pulling,
keeping each other in line
with passionate scratches
on skin so sticky,
seeing stars because of
beautifully hot
flashes of pain
caused by tugs and rug-burn,
leaving each other
limp and lifeless
only to return to
destroy the Kama sutra,
creating the
ferotic,
exotic,
quixotic,
new wave groove,
leaving history to define
the lines of pensive
orgasmic,
static,
love,
left shivering,
quivering,
wondering,
how did that happen,
let's do it again.