One house
Two house
Three house
Plural if it suits
Four house
Five house
Six house
******* seventy two
I had a house
my 72
that I just threw away
I have a house
a tiny house
that I continue to stray
It’s not that I don’t love my house
It’s not that it’s not true
My worry is: is this my house
or am I making do?
But the more I realize
the more I do
that a house is not a home
and those are only in your head
so grow it on your own.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC
So how many thoughts can one have
all at once?
All at once
my eyes close
and my mind drifts
to open shores
Fly!
My beautiful daughter
Fly!
Till the end of the day
For if time comes
and you receive thy chain
free to fly never again you shall be.
Pardon my view but I have lived through too many
and know nothing new.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
Shower in my blood
I feel your heat
my simmer
We are far
far from love
But I’m falling
at landing
will there be a pillow?
Crocodiles ****
but you can torture
you have more power
over me than you realize
Power struggle
You always win
because I ******* let you
But I don’t want to let you, anymore
because I’m a ******* shark
I’ll bite your ***** off
and leave your timber.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:30 AM UTC
Preachers in another storm
‘STAY’ whispers Mother
Followed by another joint
hands are met
and with him I crash
My bloodstained shadow
running
thrashed onto the walls
Cray-Cray Calling
Dos Tres – Another! Better!
Quatro Cinco – What a disaster!
T’was never my intention
But I succeed at my own failures
for there has always been a reward after my tormented failure.
-
But You can’t say I left you empty handed
you can’t say I didn’t offer you all I had
I just left
for I found better.
I know – What a ***
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
I see the rain
pour from your eyes
And wish only to hide
behind your scented leaves
your rocky plane
Under the water
under the rocks
under the tons and tons
of air.
I will stay right there
between your thumb
between your hair
So let it be known
I am not gone
I am only in hiding
waiting
craving
for my oceans to reach your toes
once again.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:20 AM UTC
I am a woman
I am a woman
who loves women
who loves men
I hate that I get confused
I hate that I act differently
depending on whom I’m with.
My name is Mayara Deo
I have a shaved head
I wear man jeans
I spread when I sit
And I rather prefer to be called masculine
than feminine
Still
I love my female body
I feel **** in bikinis
I feel **** in boxers
But I feel observed
preyed on
& harassed in bikinis.
I am a woman
I do have a ******
Still
I hate being told that I am not a man.
I hate that I still confuse
my identity
my sexuality
my being
for the sake of society’s expectations of
of whom I should be.
I crush on guys
I crush on girls
I have loved a man
I have loved a woman
And if one day
I love a person
I hope to marry them.
I hate labels
**** stereotypes
And
I ******* hate that they’re ingrained.
I hate not being considered
stable
sure
a manly-woman
a womanly-man.
My name is Mayara Deo
I am a person
And I want a person
to fall in love with my mind.
I don’t care to bear children
I do want kids
I want to always have a career
I want to care for my home.
I want to be seen as an equal
I want to feel comfortable
wearing a suit on date
with a man.
I want to feel comfortable holding my girlfriend’s hand
For I want to feel valued
as myself.
**** all men
**** all women
who choose to not understand
why I feel so confused:
It’s because of you.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:17 AM UTC
Straight lines
Some curves
Straight lines
get you there faster
Curved lines
show mistakes
show loopholes
show limbo
Every single one of
our lives
have always
will always
be curved.
We must learn to tread
with these mistakes
We must learn to find
these loopholes
We must be willing to be
in constant limbo
in constant darkness
in order to reach the greener side.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
Picnics under rays of cancer
Sandstorms,
continuously in center.
I wish I could have mentioned
I wish I could have mentioned
Drawings of my dead mother
Foreplay to no end
Endless laughter with no beginning
I hope I still have time
I hope you still allow
for me to say,
thank you.
Nightmares filled with little girls
Clovers of two cloves
what am I supposed to do with this information?
I guess I’ll just hold on to this information.
Picnics in a sandstorm
Under rays of cancer
Is how I portray my feelings
of loving you
at your center.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:09 AM UTC
Maybe far away
is where you’ll stay
for as my muse
I can create
the tales
I can create
the feelings
Maybe far away
you should **** stay
for Gills can pour from me
any day.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 5:29 PM UTC
A righteous man cannot stand for adversity
when his daughters weep for the contrary.
A righteous man should not back away from the dragon or it’s flames
and allow his daughters to be swallowed up in war.
A righteous man
knows no good or bad
no right or wrong.
He knows of responsibility
He knows of compassion
He knows of understanding
He knows of commitment
My father stands before the dragon.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC