I seldom stop to think about,
The things that make me—me.
My stardust eyes reflect starry skies
And all that’s in between.
I have a body which knows no rest,
My swelling chest
My full plump *******
Have held most everything.
It was your pillow
When one too many
Problems creased your brow,
It was a saucer,
When you painted me
With honey and olive green,
Only to be licked and ravaged—
Nearly torn at the seams.
These hands have seen more I argue
They weather by the day,
By whenever they touch your sensitive skin
You say, “I like them that way.”
You’ve kissed my lips
With the reverence
Of a reigning queen.
And still, I sigh,
When one too many sleepless nights
I wake between your sheets.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
The rain spattered on the broken glass,
My heart leaped out of my caved-in chest,
I called out to my love—and saw him pass.
I was left alone, skin soaking in the grass,
Only the staggered beating of my heart as—
The rain spattered on the broken glass.
The next day I wandered late to class
Anxious eyes and beaten heart searching,
I called out to my love—and saw him pass.
I fell to the ground—there was a mass
Of people who had stopped to stare—still,
The rain spattered on the broken glass.
Even today I think myself a foolish lass,
To dream that he’ll return to me.
I called out to my love—and saw him pass.
He gave me a key fashioned from brass,
To lock my heart away for good,
The rain spattered on the broken glass,
I called out to my love—and saw him pass
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
Phase 1
His heart was full of cobwebs and weeds, while consisting of very little flowers. His dirt has been upturned by years of fear, self-loathing and low self esteem; it has been salted by tears and hence made perfect groundwork for our growing garden. A bud here, a blossom there, they rose. But the cold returned. A heart entering spring was dragged back down into a cavern of winter snow.
Phase 2
I couldn't find him. He left no tracks, just disappeared into the winter foliage. I called to him but was only met with echoing silence. Be still, my heart, the garden flourishes still--though frozen.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
A fire is unfurling within me the older I get.
The need to be taken, body and soul, is overwhelming
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
The weather chills and my blood is the only thing keeping me warm,
I have left the comforting cave of your embrace—looking for something different
Something exciting and thrilling enough to make me realize why I was alive.
I didn’t recognize that comfort was enough and the safety it implied.
When I left, I risked heartache
I risked the health of my most vital *****
All because I craved danger.
What a fool I was.
I watched as you let another wolf into your den, one snowy night
And I—I was left out in the cold.
But who can blame you?
I said I was a fool.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
There is a darkness in him that compels me.
Every move he makes, it entices me and pulls me in.
A charming smirk, a twitch of his finger,
As he lounges in black velvet--nails sharpened to a point.
It's dangerous, but I can't withdraw, can't pull away from his touch.
His personality is like a drug. It's abusing, but it feels so good--so raw and primal.
I'm suspended on a silken thread, waiting to fall,
Anticipating it.
But all he does is smirk and take a drag as he paints my skin with ink.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
I have this calling that I'm trying to ignore
Because it goes against the grain of societal norms.
But without a hand in, I'm suffocating.
The tide pulls me in and I want to obey...
I want to.
But I fear the coiled tongue of those around me,
Will lash out like darts to pierce the one veil of security within me.
And then there's the injustice it would do to my ethnicity--so proud of hymnals built on crosses and prayers that if I falter...I feel I fail them and all the generations before me.
It hurts.
To think that pent-up aggression and hatred towards myself for being a coward could ever feel so --lonely.
I want to feel the rush of energy from the cool grass beneath me as,
I kick off my sandals and embrace my soul,
Through the soles of my feet.
It is a wanted thing...
A passion burning much like whiskey down a ****** throat.
Except this one is all-encompassing.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
You were a rushing river,
Seducing me with your course.
I was Ophelia.
My flower crown was to become my tombstone.
But your tears brought them back to life.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC
I was a flame,
Yet he laid on top of me,
Suffocating my senses.
To where my whole world.
Was him.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
I fall forever it seems
Never waking from this dream
Where reality is tearing me at the seams
Breaking every bone in my body and soul.
The truth of the matter is...it's heartbreaking
The way my mind numbs a heart that's aching
The way his words weave through me--staking
The very last memory we hold together.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC