Pretty

Maybe tomorrow I'll be pretty.

or Tuesday.

Sometimes,

I'll be pink for a day

just to say I was pretty.

But other days I feel so..

blue.

But then, the beauty takes me away -

to some other shade of orange...

Something like a sunset;

One you'd never thought to see,

hazed in pretty purple pieces of me.

Self-worth

Only given worth to myself;

I am empty upon the shelf.

Told by word of mouth,

breathed to mean it,

but couldn't shout --

It is me.

When I greet the setting sky,

jet the blackness in my eyes,

crease the curse across my thighs...

It is me.

& when I eat the open 'morrow,

rest my worries,

calm my sorrow

I can live,

for it is me

that I live for.

Who You Are

One could argue 

all the day

on the way the world moves;

Captivating clouds, and sand storm grooves.

Though the only true thing

it comes right down to

is the mortal you choose to be,

and how much love you'll let loose.

The Girl Who Reads Slam Poetry

I never chose to be what I am,

some woman of poetry;

a victim of slam?
& never meant I,

to take this road,

.

.

.

down.

But fate led me.

My parents wrote the diary:

Yes, they who,

laid hands...

Just to escape the world's way,

their day to day.

&

It kinda grows on you,

the way the world disapproves

of, a slammed down, me,

except in poetry...

& I never asked for this,

unenlightened sense,

of

only me.

The Girl Who Reads Slam Poetry.

A Couple

This rhombus of your love

envelops me,

laps my tears;

folding them

into worry no more.

I am reborn

to you -

One day,

I hope

you will be
unto me
too.

A Not-So-Strange Heart

You are... everything.
You are mountains I make of fragile thoughts & things.
Crammed them together with hot-glue & string.
Tied with a knot, a kiss, & a ring.
A mountain of love, for you.

Incomplete

When it comes to words, I work wonders;

until wonders fall on you.

Then my script splits as a serpents tongue

past speech, I know not what to do.

So I drown myself in the slimiest grey
hoping some genius will fall through.
But in all my mess, I still confess
my weakening is you.

Its sick and twisted, rotten and cold
addicted to a someone I never knew.

God's Broken Home

Curiously, you're wondering why I have called you here?

To take your breaths, to keep the time turning.

This place will wear your feet as well as your heart.

Making you into nothing more than what you have planned for yourself to become.

It's an ageless rumor that calls upon a purpose, alas, there not be one.
When the days drag on & you've come to lose all you've found,
that is when you will know why.
That untold being that keeps your beat hidden within their palm;
the hour will come when a life be taken,
and in all that golden love, lust, and chemically balanced brain function,
you'll lose it all as all lose you.

Beneath the half hidden truths, there is not a human that live within happiness above hope.
All beings be equal, all humans be humane, & within decency we find it.
Let go all whispers, beneath the loudest voice we find validity.
The softest beings possess the hardest tongues, and for self worth, my dear, is why I have brought you here.

Of A Library

I dreamt of you

once, today.

Crawled through the catacombs of your brain.

I drank the liquid

smelled the stain,

read through the journals

that wrote your name.

The ground, it shivered

across my skin

through the haunting white, covet,

I plummeted in.

Became something I have never been;

introducing the monstrous magnificence.

An exit, so binding,

ran from me.

Holding jealous, was the key,

unlocking worlds never seen.

I sought the moon, 

just past this door

a smile 

she held for me in lore...

Fell beneath 

the cement floor

searching an escape, gasping for; 

breaths be short.

You took the time to come, what for?

Was it worth it? 

Tell me now.

Oh, but your breaths have stopped, so how?

Hands so curious for this skull.

Speak to them, tell it no!

Oh, you can not?

Well what a pity

I suppose I will take your story home with me.

Trapping the cover of your story within me...

Mirthful Visions

Relentlessly I am dreaming.

eternally lucid,

in this falling sensation.

ever to wander.

Here I will stay;

I was waiting for you

all my life.

never knew your face;

today I have found it.

structured so nicely.

Here, I am with you.

One day, 

I may wake up. 

Yet,

Until wind burrows under my sheets

& sunlight breaks the windows sill

I stay, 

drifting away with you

in this immortal land of illusion.

Until it is Gone

I was never holding on
to any piece of dirt
so when the grass crawled between my fingers
I let go of the Earth
& I found my body floating
through lanes of later days
clasping on to the little left
blades flying through air waves

I took their beings tightly
squeezing out the green
until they were nothing but
the most untidy strings
so with their bodies falling
as so did the happy from my eyes
and in landing on pure nothing
I too kissed the saddened sky.

Sorry I have left you
although I not know why
I held you as if you were nothing
until no more of you could I find
and I want to tell you this day
that if ever you give to holy light
I will follow you to salvation
loving your flesh with all my might.

Hello

Hello.

Had you known I loved you?

Had you known, you would have said

"Hello." right back to me.

You would have turned your head up

and mocked me with a smile.

Because you knew, I loved you.

I taught it to my brain

held it in my palms

& rolled it across my tongue.

& all along,

every breath I took

every part of speech I stuttered

was all an attempt

to say

"Hello. I love you."

Relativity

How may I categorize the hatred in you

when there is so much in everyone else?

& how may I find you so evil

when I find no saint within myself?