tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60344932024-02-27T22:26:20.748-08:00ViolatrixA dormant place for the inner wicked lady...the devil with the blue dress on.Violatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-69555863873299941252014-05-02T15:57:00.000-07:002014-05-02T15:57:23.468-07:00Why is everyone crazy?
The River Phoenix doppelgänger nodding along to music on his Nokia touch screen.
The skinny bearded Asian boys, stylish and menacing. Straight out of a high speed chase movie screen.
In Jersey City, the old movie theater without air conditioning but with an animated, twirling organ. On Fridays. With friends. And $1 popcorn. Don't tell about the beers.
A Hurricane. AViolatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-55451227693380088192013-08-06T13:20:00.001-07:002013-08-06T13:20:38.404-07:00I'm finally happy here
A sedated monster
But not too far from you
I can still find you
And see you
The time may never come
When I peel back the thick skin
Uncovering my innocent feelings for you
And tell you that I meant it
When I cried into the blowing moon
Fastening the seat belts in cold and lonely parking lots
Wondering why I never had the strength
To fight the pleasure of experience
How Violatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-89931510892872114552011-03-30T12:28:00.000-07:002011-03-30T12:37:54.372-07:00I want to be happierLike those open barsCameras smilingLook at our brand new jeansDesigned to deceiveMocking the poorPlastic colored sunglassesDead of dayWe're over paidGive me a chance to tell youAll about EveI hope I'll kill youSomeone rescue meand throw me intoA vegan sweet shopOn a lonely hillSelf poweredIn a snow stormI want to breathe in the pinesMake my own coloring booksFrom natural causesViolatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-64189415188982941272011-01-29T20:15:00.000-08:002011-01-29T20:27:40.678-08:00I scream in my head1 ticket to hellSynthetic stalkingMy eyes are burningCriminalAnd it's allowedThe paying man has a budget to planAnd it's okay, I just got paidTime to buy another roundOf my favorite brewThe one I sawRight next to the picture of youThe one I loveThe one I want to holdLicking my lipsBegging for moreIt's alright because you're hereLooking at me with my beerI have you in my Violatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-28047753067700613412011-01-13T19:16:00.001-08:002011-01-13T19:16:55.219-08:00<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Violatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-18046866888044676742010-12-19T00:54:00.000-08:002010-12-19T01:06:29.037-08:00The heart drops with every loadA surcharge of no impactIt's cautious and timid and veryreflexiveI wait for you on the lineAre you calling?I'm still hereBut I'm callingand I'm still hereIn this madnessSurreal madnessI've given everything to you And my truths are telling Come watch as I dangleLike fruits on the tableSo savorBut please comeMy web host of lustingThis severance is what countsMy Violatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-20632868407994015852010-12-16T20:57:00.000-08:002010-12-16T21:05:19.131-08:00Tonight I come clean and write out a listBecause you both know my nameWe are both the same and we are bothkidding ourselvesWe are a picture book and we are bothto blameI want nothing more than to be myselfI want nothing more than to resetIf time is a living beast we must fall in love withWe must be bitterly disappointedAnd surprisingly joyousAnd obliviousFor something so sweet, tangy and trueI'm Violatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-67080875580536544812010-12-10T07:51:00.000-08:002010-12-10T08:01:06.335-08:00My flesh is currency for the cerebral battleI feel them fightingPunching and kicking my headAll I need is your touch insteadAll I need is your touch instead* * *My superego died when I was a kidAnd now the egoAnd now the egoHa haIs deadI'm coming overI'm coming overI'm coming overViolatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-68958896798811076632010-12-09T12:16:00.000-08:002010-12-09T12:30:16.323-08:00I've been infected by a welcomed pestAnd I persist destructivelyTo something I only know how to do quite naturallyMuscle memory is hungryLove doesn't come often enoughSilly and confusing is my offered trustWill I grow through another mend?Or will I go back to my bed?Serenade me back to the moonlit canalDragonflies and croaking lullabiesCan you erase me?Or replace me?I'll take you back to my Violatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-11798688682295675822010-10-04T21:33:00.000-07:002010-10-05T11:57:54.126-07:00<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Violatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-24064842033484056012010-05-06T12:23:00.000-07:002010-07-23T09:15:08.929-07:00I'm closing in on my fateStepping on the stonesRemembering what it's like to waveThe bruise on my bank shinesI still look down sometimesBut I can see the harmonyI can feel the flameAt night I dream and it's not of youThe things that I need cannot be calmedAnymoreSuper energy is stirringSuper energy is wakingSuper energy is taking overSuper energy is within meIt always wasIrish boys surprise me Violatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-64421673282794981212009-08-02T20:44:00.000-07:002009-08-02T20:48:55.032-07:00Little fly, go away.Why do you stay so?Little fly, I mean it. I do care for you.Well, hello. You are funny. Tedious, but cute.I want you to go away.I'll carry you and love you to the safest place I know.And when I leave you, I will miss you, think of you, and wait.When are you coming home?Violatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-88490043028514248122009-04-24T20:05:00.000-07:002009-11-04T15:49:22.104-08:00Into the wide open sky with no answersI dream of dying and reunitingTo an origin I have never travelled toA place of comfort and orange skiesForever westbound against the seaI want to swim into the mouth of sinI hear La Llorana sing about comfortingWhile my best friend and I enjoy our teaAway from the thunderstormsBeyond the tallest challengesA return to a place called homeI will meet you thereViolatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-19433550344706869102008-12-04T19:09:00.000-08:002008-12-04T19:16:54.325-08:00I feel like I'm losing.To the boozeto the mento the triumph I had in my headto the Christmas wish from 1992And a sealed card resting in a suffocated boxLilacs are dead and snow doesn't fallIt's me. Can I be on T.V.?To the hair that is dead and to the paved streetsI've so longed to dance onYou, go to sleep and let me do the talkingI'll go and update your prescriptionsI'll remember everythingTo Violatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034493.post-1127771092143413342005-09-26T14:44:00.000-07:002005-09-26T14:44:52.150-07:00http://www.livejournal.com/users/violatrix/Violatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583137936862349747noreply@blogger.com