As soon as I primmed this Hard-Composed Verse
Of Thanking her for her Un-Condition
I saw the Door locked; My Key in disperse
For Reasons whose Respect I Rendition
After all, Random be my Identity
For Some who chose those Caves after the Park
Why not? They're there, hoarding in Sanctity
Cry for Silence from this Friendly Remark
Which makes me Wonder - What Error I commit
Save my Recurring Frequency to Love
Such, attitude bid, much Energy admit
Waste the Good Lord's Tears healing from Above.
All, I defer, pry what should not be mine
Interpret, by sudden, your Patience in thine.
Hello, my name is,
a girl who doesn't know what to do.
I have teared eyes,
I have stained clothes.
Bloodied wrists,
and tangled thoughts.
Hello, my name is,
a girl who will love you too soon.
Everyone leaves me,
yet I will hang onto you,
with pleading eyes and broken hands.
Hello, my name is,
a girl who keeps silent.
No one listens to my thoughts,
so I don't speak them.
Hello, my name is,
a girl with a million secrets.
I'll curve my lips into a false smile,
I'll pull down my sleeves and wipe away the tears.
I'll keep my love for you hidden away in a locked jar,
with the key a million miles far.
Hello, my name is,
me.
I may be broken,
I may be sad.
But pull up my sleeves,
look into my eyes,
tell me you love me,
and give me love.
Pick up the pieces,
glue them together,
fix me once,
fix me forever.
Our scars remind us that the past is real,
Our tears remind us that we're not made of steel.
Our flaws remind us that we're not perfect,
Why wont society accept us?
Through mists and trees
This path leads
This path well chosen
Through fog and haze
Winding on for days and days
This path was well chosen
Winding on and on forever
Whether alone or together
This path is well chosen
'Til all at once it ends
We've with tears reached the end
Of the path well chosen
~Marian~
The heron spreads his wings and preys.
His stony stand a beachhead sloughing
The salt sea, a sepulchered wading.
Leaven the broken bred, unshell
The teeming waters, a fisher of mermen
Unlordly low this lying father,
His wings are palms,
His rock a mount, his wings a bay,
And deafness, tears in the outer shores
And exaulted seas the forgiven waves,
Swells the briny blood and kelp.
Vains are streaming to the fisher king,
Lordy he lands the lying father
His wings are psalms.
A tiny flood that arcs the sky
Marks lord in miniature, a King
Fisher flies, His wings are
The waters calmed.
The otters bask and preen, mermen
Jostle in the laddered rays of the sun
They mark their surf, insouciant play,
Wavering the fisher of men, he sways,
Simply they circle in song singing hours,
Dancing as do the murmuring waves,
Their strokes are psalms.
I cannot forget
the indent your arms made
around me
and the shade of your eyes
a gleaming ocean
I spilled my tears
onto your jacket
and they spun themselves down
fleeting on brown leather
I held you tightly
and you responded the same
you were a rock
to grasp onto
so thank you
for helping me survive
I want you to fail. I want you to fail so badly
from the very second you arrive. I want you to moan and beg and plead, and then as you develop your voice, as your eyes solidify into little awakened jewels, I want your mad-hatter talk, for your older sisters to be annoyed with you.
I want you to fail, for your poems to start out as absolutely naive pieces of garbage. I want you to plow through it all like I did. First, the head. Then, the torso. I want for you, at last, at that one moment, that one precious moment you twist up and out of yourself, to emerge, flawed, yet without blemish, holding a pearl.
Daughter, there is no easy way to do it. No clean way to cut. Nothing to be learned without humiliation. No love without blood, endless blood: the first tears, the monthly curse, and then, the culmination, the final rupture. I look at the other mothers: they would not want anything bad to happen to you. Maybe it is because nothing bad has ever happened to them, because they don't know any better than to smother and be smothered. They would hold you in their arms and have you be boring, boring, boring. Like them. But my darling, it is not your call to be normal. Because you are mine. Because diamonds are only formed by pressure, the pearl by infection. Unforgivable things must happen. It is for your own good, if you can survive it.
So go on. Go on and live.
Ancient oaks of the forest, so swiftly you fell
no silence wherein cruel, unthinking men dwell
Your echoing woods cracked upon the ground
with birds and tears, the ripping down
and where shall they go, safe to shelter the storm?
Cold the world for certain cities we build
barren - we strip, conquer and kill
So dark this greed of men I deplore
and where shall we go, safe to shelter the storm?
My soul is sitting on display
Soon to be covered with dust
My heart is waiting patiently
Soon to be covered with rust
It will acquire a patina
From the tears I've cried in your honor
The display will be touched by many
Careless passersby will break off small pieces
Soon I'll be left with nothing
I'll be completely bare.
I can’t make friends and I can’t make love so I will say good bye to this world
Open my eyes for the last time as I play and laugh like in the good old days
The sun will come down and so will the tears
Don’t worry you will have to let go I don’t say this to you I say it to my soul
I can’t make friends and I can’t make love so good bye I say to the sky who held my home
I say good bye to you and every one who knew my names
I can’t make friends and I can’t make love so long world
take care of you and the ones to come
