She said, "You make me feel like I'm in the wrong skin."
And as he sat there in contemplation of this newest revelation
She told him about Thursday
And how he'd kissed her that way
And how it made her feel whole
As if they were one being meant to be
Joined at the mouth,
But had snapped apart and were together
She told him about the way her heart
Raced with anxiety
And her fingers shook every day
But when he kissed her everything went numb
And her brain thought slowly
And the world kept turning
And she wasn't afraid it would stop anymore
Finally, she told him about the skin
She told him that being away from him
Made her snap back to reality
But she had finally tasted happiness
And her old reality felt all wrong
She felt all wrong without him
She asked him if he loved her
She couldn't bear to leave him
He didn't hear a word
"But your skin is so beautiful."
And he leaned in and kissed her.
My head is a sea
It smells strongly
of travel and
it smells slightly
like the breath I was able to take
when dad got out of the car.
Fill 'er up.
on this clock
is a match
hovering over me
a plume of fume
rising up to hug the flame
and ignite my life
turning to a simple scheme
of color and strife.
Then, I'm a pile of rubble
because this machine sea blew.
Where will I sleep now?
I often wonder if our voices are actually heard.
If people read our every word!
Or is it like life where you skim through it to get to the end
Never realizing that you might lose a friend.
We don’t stop to see and admire the picture as a whole
And “ that beauty” will never unfold.
You know ! I also wonder !
That GOD could have made this world, humanity
And the entire universe in a split second, yet he chose
To do it in six days
To enjoy all the beauties that he created.
Then why do we rush in our lives?
When he has given us time to enjoy his creations
Without all the devastations.
If we work eight hours, sleep eight hours
Then the other eight hours are for us to set our goals
And pursue our dreams and take care of our to do lists
And to smell the flowers – ‘HE has given us enough hours!”
“THAT BEING SAID” let’s move ahead!
The words you put down in black and white
Are your joys and your struggles in this life?
It is a path to your heart and soul, and a story that must be told.
Your hidden thoughts and dreams can now be seen
Your wants, your needs, your hopes, your dreams, your desires
All of this created that burning fire.
If every living creature can communicate with each other
Then why can’t we? My sisters and brothers!
(C) L .RAMS
The words are stretched
Over a long, nasal pitch.
Eyes swimming in tears
At the ready to stream down.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme...
But it is not given
And the flood is unleashed
The mouth stretches wide
To release another cry
And it is again pondered
When sleep will be gotten this night
But it is not
Not that it matters
As the snot has already begun to flow
Just as profusely as the tears
Why a toddler?
What was I thinking?
It seems she'll never
Ever stop whining
All things get better
In the end,
If it's not better,
It's not the end.
This is a new year
A new beginning
Things will change
And friends leave,
Life doesn't stop for
You're not just
You're going to have to
Make a choice.
You have to decide
What kind of man
You want to
Grow up to be.
Whoever that man is,
Good character or
It's going to
You either die a hero
Or live long enough
To see yourself become the
Leap tall buildings
With an outstretched hand;
They didn't wear
Boots and capes.
They bled, and they
Bruised, and their
Were as simple as
Who knew that
Even if their own lives
Were impossibly knotted,
They could untangle
And maybe that
One act could
Lead someone to
Perks of being a wallflower
Man of Steel
The Dark Knight
Death will find us
in our fear
so stop your worrying
and save me dear
I've never seen someone so complex, so curious;
I've never met someone who hadn't been furious
With me at some point, I expect it
Maybe this morning, or even last night
You continued to point out every sigh,
Assume something was wrong
So I'd be mad.
Truthfully, and this is it honestly,
I don't remember the last time
I wanted someone so vast in my life.
Your mind is so broad, I want to explore it
But for now I'll deal without throwing a fit.
Your body is nice enough for me,
I like the way it pushes, pulls and pleads.
I like the way you bite my lip until it bleeds.
And we're pushing, pulling, pleading
Screaming in moments of such extremity
Its hard to calm it down
It's hard to stop, technically we're done
But removing one from the other isn't fun.
I smell your winterfresh gum, taste it in my mouth
I feel your hand, your tongue, the exasperation of your breath against my breast.
I feel my heart pounding out of my chest
And I feel the explosion which makes us rest
I want this more often, no I need this
This quick relief, this feeling is the best
I just enjoy, you and me
I very much like your company
and if you'll stay, through the night
I promise I won't give up the fight.
Happy as I appear to be,
I wish someone could just read through me.
And get to know the real me.
No one really knows what’s hurting me.
I wish they could see through me.
I know a heart break was the first thing that popped in your mind,
a feeling so unkind.
Sadly, it’s not,
but a feeling that hurts more than you thought.
I m tired of this feeling,
with no signs of healing.
I’m tired of waking up every day,
to bear the same pain,
with no one to explain.
All this has caused darkness which blanked my mind,
leaving me undefined.
But what can I do?
When I can’t break through?
I feel more than broken.
I wish I was outspoken.
I am afraid I’m no longer the girl I used to be.
All the happiness is quickly leaving me.
This feeling is killing me slowly,
and tears can’t stop falling.
Until when will I give a pretentious smile?
If only people could just realize the sorrows in my life.
I wish I could just speak out the truth.
Unluckily it will do more harm than good.
I don't believe in God.
I believe in dark skinned girls
That scream Leviticus at the two
Teenagers on my second bus home.
I believe in my mother heaving
Her woes while my father
Tells me to change the channel and
Stop being so bad at life, as though
Theres a syllabus I never studied which
Teaches you that the expensive apples
Are the sweetest and the 60c ones
Will leave a bitter taste in your mouth.
I believe that you can be bad at math
But good at physics because you know
That a stone thrown from x will weigh c
And therefore get to y within k amount
Y being you and c being me, naturally.
I believe that chewing on foil is bad
For your mouth but is a stress reliever
For all the times that your work has
Been ripped up and then thrown
Back at your face, as if symbolising
Your entire eduction.
I believe that there is a light at the
End of this tunnel but you've got to
Hold my hand while we feel the walls
For a switch.
Rippling outward till the waves stop.
Dropped from a 5ft 10" skyscraper with a *plop.
Perfect circles in precession,
stretching into regression
The placidity is eerie
as it returns with no sign of it's companion
The next one cast did a flip flop
across the liquid table top.
Those ripples again.
As if this lake had a brain,
it feigns space to detain
the stone and share knowledge arcane.
The last one I decided to swap
I traded the lake's ripples for ones in my pocket.
Its a reason to return to the lake
The reason behind the pebble's wake
Scientifically, I know the make.
How is done, now why is at the stake.