Rapture & Debauchery

The stories of four lives never separated.

Deception & Compassion
Lust & Bliss




Alphabet of Me

Alone
Blustered
Catalystic
Dropped
Empty
Forgotten
Grieving
Hopefull
Inner-Turmoil
Just Friends
Killed
Lost
Manipulated
Neglected
Ostracized
Pretty Please?
Quickly Used
Remorseful
Sorrow
Trapped
Unwanted
Vexed
Wronged
X-rated
Yesterdays Goods
Z…

I’ll never be complete…

Niche

Flustered with emotions,
Confused in the world.
How do I fit in?
Where is my place?

I try,
& try,
& try again.

To find the niche in which I belong,
People will forget me,
Not even worth a memory.
My being of no place,
In a persons consciousness.

Please remember,
Cherish,
and never forget.

Everything we have done,
Created,
Built,
Destroyed.

Will I be even a thought,
When I am around no more?
Will a flicker of remembrance,
Even grace a lovely soul?

Please,
Don’t,
Let me,
Go.

A Heart.

Dangerous brains brought together.
Interesting plans thought as one.
An amazing human being.
Never going to be a bore.
Always going to be on my mind.
People will never understand.
Any other will never compare.
Not just a pretty face.
Too amazing for me.
Only wanting to be hers.
Just going to keep trying.
And tell her how I really feel.

Racing.

Your smile,
Your voice,
You very presence.

Everytime we talk,
Everytime we speak,
Each and every word.

When I look,
Into your eyes.
And hear,
Your lovely voice.

I feel my,
Heart race,
Butterflies flutter,
Thoughts jumble.

I keep trying,
To tell you,
How I feel,

But something,
Prevents me.

Desperation.

The need,
The want.
The desire,
To tell you all.

My heart jumps,
The butterflies stir.
The words want to break free.

It’s on the tip,
Of my tongue.
It’s trying,
To break free.

The fear of indifference.
The fear of rejection.
The want to,
Make these words free.

Why.
Can’t.
I.
Say.
It.

Beauty.

I’ve been told,
Many many times.

You’re too skinny.
You’re too weird.
You’re too lazy.

You’re ugly.

Once upon a time,
Those words would of,
Hurt me,
Damaged me,
Destroyed me.

I have learned,
What true beauty is.

Beauty,
Is not what you see.
But rather,
What you are.

Cruel Words,
Are the ugly,
Trying to pretend,
They are truly beautiful.

Remember,
You are as beautiful,
As you act.
Not as,
You look.

No Control.

Mistakes.
Miscalculations.
Errors.

A struggle to keep control,
A fight to keep a hold.
I find myself damaging,
Everyone I hold dear.

Regret.
Pain.
Feelings that plauge,
My very well being.

Moments.
Memories.
Times which I want again.

Stress and anxiety.
No control of who I am.
I need someone,
To care for all of me.

Blind.

Two years
I’ve been blind

Cleverly constructed veils,
A fake person in place of the real.
Heart break, tears,
Discovery of the real.

Days go by,
I wish for the fake.
A person I met,
The one I don’t hate.

Curly, Red Hair,
It traps your very being.
Twisted, enticing words,
Keeping you interested.

I miss the old,
Wish away the new.
Once a partner,
Now something I rue.

Unsatisfied.

Loud shouts,
Quiet whispers.

A war in his head.

Unsatisfaction,
Leads to destruction.

Hurt friends,
Damaged relationships.

Compassion always left,
to clean up the mess.

Lust and Deception,
Typically the perpetrators.

Never a dull moment,
When any of The Four is,
Unsatisfied.

A Room.

In this room,
A round table exsists,
Four chairs around that table.

Each chair is home,
to the seat of,
One of four.

Lust.
The deviant of them all.
His craving’s bring any person to insanity.

Deception.
The trickster.
His kind words are just smoke to his real intentions.

Bliss.
The fun child.
He can make any situation a party on demand.

Compassion.
The caring one.
His words and understanding can make a situation easier to bare.