My breath is powdered with regret;
coated in the sugar I never said.
Though it was never spoken,
you could sense.
Imagine what vocal upset!
Imagine what we could have been!
Now we separate,
our passion empty and dead.
My tongue still tempting
that unworded perfect.

Time ties the free;
            constricted in the hours, seconds
Stuck in limitations;
            our vulnerability to the clock's dictating!

Oh, timely impossibilities!

Forever frozen;
never chosen.
Stuck in his reject;
a steady disintegration of a woman's content.
Did he mean to break,

our smiles for destruction's sake?

everything that I say,
is like a grenade,
      created in my defensive state.
we're at war.
and you have reason to be afraid

Your world is about to blow.

Freedom;
Independence;
Stem from choice-
but I don’t want to choose.
I just wanna walk around your earth,
being a slave to you.
God, I choose to live life as your daughter,
not as my own person.
A wife, a mother,
have chosen noble paths,
but a daughter follows the trail farther.
I’d rather be bound by chains of gratitude,
that limit me,
than leave others, bound in chains of metal,
to suffer.

You’re part of me;
and I’m part of you.
But you dream about her lips staining
your cheek -
as I dream about you.
What type of girl wouldn’t want to fall into your arms?
Who wouldn’t want to feel safe from harm?
I cross the world sometimes,
but I always see you on the other side.

This love;
the innocent coo of a sweet dove.
This moment;
the arrow of a cupid battlefield.
You;
my warrior,
and I;
your forever.

Dear God;
Can you see the flaw in me?
Harnessed in my immortality?
This velvet heart and its scarred reality;
the evidence of my morality.
This damaged skin,
caves my soul within.
Oh, God!
Please save me from my living sin!

Yellow colored words, innocent white smile, disguise the black and red behind.
How dare I do this to me?
I breathe heavily,
weighing the importance of everyday I spend living.
How dare I feel this way?
How dare I live as though I am drunk on sin?
I am everything I never wanted to be.
My white intent is blood drenched,
I slit myself on my purpose.
Now I ask for help,
the only way I know.
I look inside myself,
and reach for my hope.
Now there’s
…nothing.

Smiles and speech are the clouds of heaven and fires of hell;
what mortals see, and judge.
We never see above the flames,
or past the clouds,
yet we think we know.
Mortals’ lacking wisdom is believing before seeing.
I have never dreamt a dream so imaginary as what most humans do in their wake.

Our confinements, our limitations, are set within “character!”
I sway, I bend, I move with the breeze.
“Character!” cannot define me.
Everything I am can vanish-
Everything I am can change.
But what am I always?
I am beautiful.
That is what defines me-
the sheer beauty of whoever I decide to be-
no matter who is looking.
I have no character;
but that is how to characterize me.

The fire licks the edges of my ribcage;
and I scream with delight.
But then I see you look over,
and tell me with your eyes to be quiet.
My thoughts stream across a line invisible to you;
but nevertheless,
you try to cut it down,
so that my world is gray and blue.
My drum beats to a rhythm; out of tune;
I hear your screeching instrument stop,
so that you may take my music away.
And yet every night, I get down on my knees,
not to bow down to your power
but to pray.

My heart scolds my bleating mouth,
please kill the words that I shout.
My tongue dances to words I do not think.
My heart is so unconnected,
to the words I’m expected
to speak.
How can I expect someone to love,
that mouth there is no soul behind?
Like an endless river,
without a starting point.
Like a drugged up relationship,
and my words are the joint.
My heart never meant those things-
can you hear the innocence my chest rings?
So unusual, this beat.
Keeping rhythm, not in time.
Steady, locked, into this pace.
Broken like a dying flame.

Scarlet leaks across my palm;
like water in the sand.
God, I hope you heal this pain in my heart,
before I put more pain into my hand.
The whistle of the knife-
is like a sweet lullaby.
It’s the personal reflection for which I strive;
it’s the scars that I hide.
Above my knee, on my arm,
across my lips,
a kiss of harm.