Poems: Wet

When the words you've
passionately bestowed upon me
make tears flow from my eyes
The elaborate stories
of what we could be
And those tears
are what make my pussy wet.

Poems: Pink Lemonade

There's a melody
and it sounds like summer
Her voice is like pink lemonade
She sings to me
like she knows my life
My tears fall onto pages
that she writes
She's swaying
She's praying
Her voice is like pink lemonade
Flower petals float
all around our lives
She knows the taste
of violence
She's saying
She's playing
Her voice is like pink lemonade
My mother told me
she sings just for me
Among the irises
on a hot wet day
She's dancing
She's romancing
That melody reminding me
who I really can be
Her voice is like pink lemonade
Let's go to the cemetery
and open a stand
All souls
Come on, baby
Let's drink that pink lemonade

Poems: LA

Palm trees 
Ocean beaches 
Boys on their skateboards 
Venice at sunset 
When the sand hits my feet 
Run forever
Never look back
Into neverending summer
Where the night's hot
Neon lights shine bright
Concrete parking lots
Corner stores
Slushies + vodka
This is the kingdom
Where I belong
Short dresses
High heels
A surrounding echo of laughter
Where we will stay
forever young
Into neverending summer
Tattooed kings
with motor thrones
Just ride along
This is home
Perfect makeup
Always ready
Dirty feet
Living high
Crashing waves
the sound of my heart
I am a daemon
in the city of Angels
Unlikely lovers
Eternal freedom
in the bonds of our love
Heavy tears
when we're apart
Won't let me forget
where I left my heart

- Madelina Horn

Poems: No Blood

Death is even more seductive

with it having taken you

I want to walk into the darkness

to see your light

And every night I beg

for you to visit my dreams

but they're empty

I would take every ounce of your death

mainline into myself

Let it flow through my veins

just to watch you from the astral planes

I still feel you crystal tears

on my shoulder

That pain we share

being stuck in an earth body

We could never bleed

Everlasting romantic death

and I will see you soon 

Poems: The Portrait

With my wrist bound
in rope
you paint a picture 
of my heart
hang it on the wall
will it brighten 
will it bloom like a flower
as you grip my hair
and bring me to my knees
at your knees
where my soul finds salvation
dance with my synapses
find the balance
take the whole of me
my body is yours
you will destroy me 
and I will love you
as the marks begin to show
as the tears fall onto pale cheeks
as you bring me to my knees
there you will love me
and the painting of my heart
will bleed all over the room of our lives

-Madelina Horn