Made of clay Born of sin We enter this world with a broken wing Once by dust then dos to ash, Created with flesh…”a mind of it owns” Pushing to act, “its out of control” I have fought it and wagered But mostly laid within, At times we are strangers, As I seek to win…
I Suggest….
Live when you’re alive Time is not our friend It sarcastically reminds us… in the bitter end. I imagine, a comic flashback …of the puny under-spent And all the ones used dreaming …and all the hours lent…out to possibilities Of future plans not kept…but what a silly thing it seems, To plan the “plans not…
What is Love?
On a ruled paper..I got a test, And written down …was this request, Tell me your story…Give it your best, Write it all now…leave no regret, WHAT…. IS….. LOVE? Such is the question , But simple a quest, I’ve written my answer…..Three letters no less, G O …
Luna
To look is to see…to see is to lust…the lust is desire …leading arms to a touch, She’s high above me …illustrious waves…silver streams..through my concaves, My windows I cannot shut…these images forever stroke..deep enough, Through the flesh of my beating skin. Face to face we meet tonight…silent beauty…widow of the night, The Stars…
Before It’s Real
Oh Puppy…it’s fun, I like it when we’re young, The touch of your hand, The lack of a plan The weirdest things…that we would do, Or smile whenever…I thought of you, The way you made me feel …Oh Michael, Like you singing to me…that’s Tidal But when the bug bite healed And the truth revealed…
Happy Ever After
Along came a Spider That sat down beside her So the rest of us ran away Then too came a Fox..with the funniest locks And it too went on its way So she ran screaming Like a new baby teething..for months and months and days But after a few…. I saw her at the Zoo…with…
Outside My Window
Come children …gather round See the rain high and coming down… How hard it seems to be pouring… On still dry earth. How much the soil keeps storing …from all that work. The sun must have melted or fled….. Can’t seem to see the crown of it’s head My water pans aren’t empty…since the drops…
Thawing My Thoughts Season 3
I am trapped …. I’m … trapped up in my skin…can’t seem to breath within I’m locked… in head sometimes Won’t leave my bed most times…I’ve stopped Caring for many things…and added a lot of sins So I need some luck… I built my walls so high..so not even I climb..over or up But this…
Thawing My Thoughts season 4
Blue walls with yellow stripes…Are not my forte Pink boots with polka dots….were in my “heyday” Fences and chrenches conclude my defences Black marbles on tiles..make any girl go wild But summer time with spring wine can be superbly devine Unwined , deny me no earthly pleasure or treasure What’s better than having yogurt with…
Step up…
I was watching a movie just now… and in it a guy said.. ‘pretty girls don’t have personality, the only girls that do.. are ugly girls…and the only reason they do.. is because they know they need to make up for the fact that they are super ugly’.. I was hurt by the comment..but at…
In the In-Between
A mighty cosmic dream A classic pandemonium An top the tallest trees Flying woefully high Then crashes down below “Oh the pain that hits me, the pounces come and go. Swimming in the black, the color and taste The safest space is black Its when you see the light that robs you of your sight…
Never Mine, Ever Thyn
Your like: Walking through an open bath that showers leaves around me. Its like: You hugged me, you love me? I feel: Safe enough for all my hidden flaws to be as out as all the other stuff about me. We play: The game of all the fools, then dance around like no-ones watching. And…
Sleeping Between
I dine with death every night I live alone in my dreams or so it seems. My emptiness, my happiness are clothed in sorrowed flight. I dine with death every night. My cold stiff plans, in this state are never going …to plan Into my hands are tears overflowing, What will I do? He is…
Made of Clay
May by and by my neighbors say, “Oh my dear she’s made of clay” The magician is mystical with white fire, that bakes the now molded wet lump, a shinning possibility. It tickles me and riddles me, “oh whatever will I be, This puppeteer may fancy: a vase, a cup, a dish But my only…
Something else
Let me lay on this bed, I’m seeking comfort Let me die on this bed It makes the thoughts of my mind seem calmer. Its fire and wine makes the widowed soul a mate. You are welcome to this fate. Take your oil and virgin’s blood First sons and fathers love, come into me and…
My Mistake?
I hated your father..he hurt me so young I don’t love your mother I just wanted fun And now I’m stuck with you..a daily burden My years you have stolen, my youth is long gone. The site of you kills me..if I could I would. The air of you sicks me. Always wanting more. Like…
The rule of the alphabet.
I’m not ruined..I’m hurt Cut up and off by this madness Cursed to walk the rope Slipping on soap..opera “no one would listen” so I choked..up inside but now I’ve woke..up renerve..in the deep shalom. Sapphire flames ernest..to set the old and defected, in an all consuming blaze just enough to eat the pain. Then…
Wide Eyes
Screw the world I hate it still It’s corruption apsolute There is red, there is blue, there is grey blood cells “I’m a grey, thats what poverty spells, and spells and smells”. Crooked smile, wreaked heart, lonely souls in an Arc. “Rubber skin”?, No it’s thin. Enough for shame, neglect and pain. Results from stone…
Me
Who wants to see? Who can I tell? About the journey of a crooked pen. My written works include lies,denies and stories of men. I travel with eracers and whiteout to recreate and block the lines out..that cry out my secrets.. As I only tell, what I only tell. I can draw beauty over things…
