You were always in and out of my life like night and day
until i finally gave you up and you decided America
wasn’t for you so you flew back home living 7 hours
into the future ahead of me.
Sometimes i wonder if you did that just to torture me.
When we were together we were so full of life
it was as if we were the only two existing in the present time.
you have taught me that.
that it is wise to live in the present moment
but after you left I’ve been a foolish girl living in the past and future with your ghosts.
i cant stand at the thought that the sun rises with me
way before it even sets with you
at least if the sun rose here the same time it set over there
it would be like those brief passionate moments that you
were in and out of my life (like night and day)
-Arizona
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
There are moments when the rain and my shoulders are at war
and my feet tumble across open graves;
I could never forgive the rain for filling my bones with aching love
or his hands that come from manhood used against God
setting hearts ablaze on glades of spinal chords and eyelash trees.
This is a war, you see.
This love is a never ending war.
I hate the way you stuff the caves of my spiked collar bones with flowers
as if my chest didn’t have enough gardens.
You suffocate the very cells in my small womanly body
the same way tragic moons die when you whisper my name for fun.
I spill my lungs in this fashion for you
I spill my lungs in this fashion for love.
Dying for you has become a necessity- it has become breathing.
You are a reminder of why life ever existed in the first place.
Truths and scars is all you ever wear for makeup
and i could never stand up to that
so i die for you again.
I breath for you again.
my dreary fingers speak again;
tonight my hands are pale, i bleed no more.
-Arizona
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
you loved me the way i loved the spirit of things
and i loved you the way you feared losing me
so i trapped the moon inside the caves of your lungs
and you wrapped me around your needy heart
just in case.
-Arizona
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 10:39 AM UTC
I wish to find you again in the rain
so i can tell you that my body is an apology,
that my lungs are filled with our memories
and i cannot breathe.
You left me in open waters and i do not know
if i will ever see you again but for now i will
kiss the wind and hope that it travels to
your skin and brushes your heart.
-Arizona
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 10:38 AM UTC
These are the days where I am living on the rim of my throat.
I love to watch the sun drown the ocean
like cosmic spills from my mouth
of wild Indian oranges, It reminds me of when
I was four and I accidentally fell into the ocean
while the sun was eating it and i wish so badly to
understand the anatomy of your voice in the language
of the starry sea where the moon is swimming
because no one is watching. And I know that while
every time I undress your breath on my naked flesh
for the sake of my insanity you feign for the release
of blood like the day when that old man took me by my hand
and told me that I have an ancient cathedral carved
into my collarbones; how flattered I was, but you wished
that it came out of your veins instead of a complete stranger.
(I secretly wished the same)
I lay on the Persian rug while I devour the sun
to be enough for you because you said that you love me in colors.
You sow the pits of my womb with the force of vicious winter flowers.
My chest sinking as I rest a smile on your spine;
Extractions of wrists,
bruised plum lips,
this love is a creature divine.
I know that I am crazy and that I am susceptible to the evil eye
because every two years or so I would lose my hair brush
and the fortune teller would know why.
We became a part of the cult of cosmos,
we tore open suns and wore them behind ears like flowers.
You see I would dip my tongue in black holes to
taste the reverse of time on the lining between your legs
just to tell you what you were like before you were alive.
And I crashed into your limbs while you became my burial grounds
as you expected me to collapse like cascading stars from dead heavens.
Do you know how painful it is when you swim through my wrists?
I could look at you with dangerous eyes and still kiss your mouth pushing
rivers down your throat with my tongue and you would ask for the
Mediterranean sea.
I can still feel last afternoon on the back of my neck
the way you caught the last drop of rain and placed it
on my brow and swore with your hands like a little boy with broken
cigarettes that the more I wrote about love the more you wanted to die.
And how the sound of an opening flower is found between the winds of
an opening wound.
He stuck out his wrists and howled,
“My veins are at a boil and I do not know how to love you the way you love your words”
I could tell he was ready for battle.
You declared war on my skin,
and I surrendered.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
Your existence has recited to me
the working book of oracles,
Of the constellations immersed in
Ablaze triumph within the cosmos.
You have shown me the nebulae
Through the windows of
your cruel chest.
Your tongue reads the scriptures
Of the silent black waters,
Sacred black holes.
You have left a voice inside
of my metal core that brings my
stiff cage of bones to a tremble.
You have generously
rained your tears
Into my soils that have
Awakened this pathetic drought.
You have thoughtfully plucked
your delicate pedals to exalt
My ancient rib cage.
You are the queen of creatures in my unstable lands.
Between birth and death
lies the intricate manifestation
of our rituals.
I ask for permission to
conceive you into my womb.
I want to feel our cultivating roots
secure as one,
Into two breathing forms.
Let me give birth to you
so that I may know you
from the inside out- in the literal sense.
Bring me to the threshold of suffering labor,
So that we may share pure adoration .
Let me adorn you with my secretion and madness
And finally when I sway you in my arms,
Sing to me the poem of your being
I plant kisses of peach blossom
upon your eyelids.
Speak to me the language of the flowers
By which you are a native.
In between lost lovers
Rests our hearts.
Names and words patterned
into our wrists.
We lay like dead corpses
With awaken minds.
Our lights roam
Each to a galaxy
Given to me by your *****
We await dawn
To dance with the demons
Welcoming The fire fusing element
That sustains the very madness of my being.
I will cast you down with the sun lights
And dance around you like an ablaze frenzy
Presenting a newborn still to life.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:48 AM UTC
Where I abide presents colossal trees
Stretching out like continents.
I am with a caravan of explorers/ artists.
Flower children adorned in green garments,
Upon it, heavy brocade
We are the kings and the queens
You have ordained us to become.
We gallop through your woodlands,
Plunge off of great bonds,
Clamber your mountains,
dream in bountiful verdant shades,
Smoke your fine leaves,
Bathe in the river of wine
And frolic under the feathers of the sun.
I sweat in Egyptian musk and lavish myself in fruits and pomes
harmonic melodies and symphonic winds breath in my ears
I read the books of the waters and the air
i sing the odes of the stars
I swim in your legion of seas
with the divine poetic creatures
The women with the eyes of sapphire and diamonds
Full Garnet lips that taste like mint and rose water.
We are thee queens
We call upon empires within you.
Your lands are ours now.
We Bathe in silk and pearls you have birthed for us
We Feast on lokum
our naked bodies like Venus
Sit upon bowing thrones,
Chanting hymns to the mother.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC
*You = Respectful, Understanding, Kind, Free, Individual. You make me free. You make me happy.
Every atom belonging to me and its bonds,
trembles to the thought of you.
The universe rapes me with its vibrating electricity.
Sensation is saturated.
It feels like eternity is collapsing upon my soul.
like a newborns cry, my eyelashes weep your name.
You and I living a day in simplicity.
A day in February,
Where the wind gives birth to lavender and mint.
I am lying bare-skinned in our white leaves.
long sinuous brown hair rested upon my shoulders and *******
I bear your son.
You lay over and below me,
Brushing your deep puce lips
upon the frail roots maturing within me;
a wonder of the universe.
“My Queen”
you refer to me with such truth.
I see your humble black eyes and your child-like smile.
My burning rays send upon your face pure innocence.
Your eyes tell me two love stories.
Your demon holds me out of fear.
I see the way your love for me has arrived to its eminence.
for a man to witness such a goddess,
holds the depth of the universe.
aware, my pagan bows down to me.
Lover, you must sustain the nobility your soul possesses
for this warrior empress
carries the weight of
the sun in her womb;
awaiting to set a king ablaze
in this blessed state
my skin coruscates with youth and peace.
my identity screams power.
you my dear,
you whisper love.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC
I apologize for my thoughts and my actions
But you must understand that I am what they call a man.
And no matter how perfect any woman thinks iam,
I might as well be nonexistent.
For women are the most alluring, sinful ,angelic animals on earth.
I am simply bewitched by your existence.
I can not resist directing an ****** daydream,
Every seven minuets.
The being of your facts,
Makes me want to fall to my death beneath your feet
Something about those hills
That makes my teeth want to sink into my lips.
That voice makes me want to do one thing:
Hear it moaning.
No matter how hard I attempt to be an angel,
My devil enduringly conquers.
We refuse to admit that a
woman is stronger than a man.
We could easily succeed
in having a human being develop
Inside of us and painfully ****** it out of a diminutive hole
Nine physically and emotionally draining months later.
“We could probably do it better than you can.”
We just act ignorant and
Heedlessly assume what is logical;
However, in the reaction center,
that every man denies,
lives the manifest verity that:
Women.
Are.
Stronger.
To be born into a stormy emotional spectrum
With color and darkness
Alone shelters the truth for you.
Fact: A man does use his small head much more often then
His actual head, simply, because men don’t know how to use it.
How convenient it is to be born with two heads.
let its roots anchor into your minds and consume your conscious.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:42 AM UTC
Take me to your room.
Let me through the doors
where your adventures run
barbaric and sinful;
and the opposite of that.
The core of your imagination
where the mountains grow heavy
Where you dream in endless dimensions.
I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.
Take me to the deepest caves of your secrets
Take me to the tallest mountain
enclosed by the heaviest Cimmerian clouds
cascading your loudest tears of sadness,
then lead me across your sturdy bridge
where the tears fall with joy and laughter.
I want to take it all in
Steal your thoughts and paint
a picture using you as my only instrument.
I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.
Let me step inside your little universal island
Where your password is …
And words are used silently
Our language is silence and poetry,
Emotion is felt in its severest
I want to visit every season through your eyes
I want to meditate with your greens and blues
Swim through your a thousand suns
dive off of cliffs and fall into a sea of honey
Stand on trees positioning The Vitruvian Man
and let the bees shower us clean- how natural is this in your world.
Let us walk through the desert of confusion,
where my name is crying out in pain-
in this expanse you suffocate,
for my name alone binds
around your throat and tugs.
and I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.
With this land I shall leave alone.
I want to lay asleep with you hand in hand
and watch our souls exit our bodies together
hand in hand creating a portal of another land.
This shall be a dream alone.
A dream within a dream
perhaps we go back to the end of a cold November
and attend your birth and steal the tears of delight
You are a universe of three worlds, and within them is infinity
You are so young and unaware
of what I planted in you.
I am the author of your being.
Grow into me and I will watch you like a mother
and raise you as a madman.
Take me by my spirit and watch me
illuminate yours with my black lotuses
that bloom within me attached to the veins of my soul.
Sleep under the orange blossomed moon.
Lay while I embed this into you, lover child.
I will forever be the corruptor of your lands.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC