We can only dig so deep
beneath our skins.
We are merely animals.
I am a women with possibilites,
an apple one in a million hunted
My mysteries are to remain legend
And I intend to keep it that way.
© Salamasina Talaepa
#CriticalSamoanPoet
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
I was assembled in carful manner,
like an artist with a brutal wrist
learning to be gentle at the hand
With his fingers a stroke per touch was liquid fire... and the ambers bled.
In an age of chaste- my uniform and I elaborated together,
right before the architect checked in.
To measure our dogma
do we have the skill of a plank?
Grown enough, he'd engage me at force.
The utensils of my porcine frame had
taken attention- and tention
off from his sore eyes.
Across the alley walls where we wildly grind, contrary
to a man compelled.
And like a beast, he took liberty
in between walls my temple built,
and broke them back down
to a soundly fever.
© Salamasina Talaepa
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 6:10 AM UTC
LOVE
tastes like
a clipped wing
falling from heaven.
A spill
from my mouth
leave the rose
in pixie dust air
on the throne
of my tongue- dancing
so my words can send
rainbows to hill tops
reaching the sky.
© Salamasina T.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
(poetry/writing)
-Evidently, a push over is not a factor to me-
The propaganda on a troubled tongue
will spoil truth, by a coal miner's lung
I dive into that crazy sarcasm, chucking spit
slammin' pessimistic tactic on holy writ's
Word of the "everyday" is just simply "stop"
I cream like a bee, melt it down like a lollipop
I put road block on every crooked corner
keep on the path with my
... sword
... shield
... and amor
Durning my journey I slay every red dragon
I **** with mighty wings like a Queen of Athens
I roach clip the weeds and lawn the poison Ivey
I hand them out word life but it come spicy
they struggle to handle yet they forfeit equality
Because when if they stop to think about it
Their own souls are like lonely vagrant ships
I gather an eye from
each of them red dragons
... tossed
... trashed
... abandoned
© 2016 Salamasina Talaepa
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
***She always bring
her moon called friendship to play
One day
When we are playing
I found a crack
on the moon
a misunderstanding
something hit me very strong
went and closed my door
she came and started
Knocking my door and window
A true display
Am afraid of her true friendship
and my qualifications
But decided to remove
my doors and windows
Coz
She may blow it
out of friendship!!!***
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC
When I steadily hold my pen
I spoil the advantage of paper
while my coffee mug rule my air
sitting beside this notebook
I run simplicity like scriptures
highlighting the moments stirred
because it's sometimes hard
to take in stride the echoes
the sounds that evacuate
all positive energies
that lived deep within them
I can't even remember a time
someone else shared the feeling
of deep affliction and the miss
along side me and live
broken by words and not by hand
I can't even remember a time
where I stood still frozen
in edgy fashion or in kerosene
burning in razor cut fumes
that always bind in any control
pushing my pen forward... I am caught in suspension
realizing that I am still
venturing on without light
cradling in my chest to hold
the convention of agony
the carnival of deluded sadness
hiding behind my fake smiles ... I applaud myself
I keep dreaming heavily
of a brighter poetry
that my pen may reward
and that in between the brackets
it may find some kind of solitude
escape the prison of aggression
dry out the red ink and spill in
the blue like heaven camouflaged
where I can't tell my wrong from blanks
I never intended to spoil my paper
I never wrote in pity of self nor to flaunt
I only wanted you to breathe with me
the beauty that is still inside
and watch the roses grow.. and bloom.
© 2016 Salamasina T.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
Decisions decisions
when my mind can't make
up many latters to the moon
every step went unnoticed
the chill between my every toe
as I make every go
hence forth to a destiny
or a step back surfing the scale
for even if when the sun may burn
when it sets in my eyes
deep inside I am content
to stay on a natural high
STAYING cool.. on the inside
woe is me sometimes
but who am I to give
up this latter I push
pull out my shades
let my hair down
not only the night is kind to me
I can make due
for a hazy day
all though livid as the sun
there is no time to punish him
I know there is a smile there
we are friends
rising together
finding a soft place to fall
..stayinhg cool on the inside.
© 2015 Salamasina T.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 5:00 AM UTC
My head was hit by a harpoon
and it bled stars.
Like the mother medeor unbreakable in the skies,
Like the fluster in his eyes I am pushed further into the core friction of butterflies rumbling in my belly.
I am in love.
© Salamasina T.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
A strong woman always has a secret garden. Inside is everything a blind person will never achieve by looking down on her, or even looking past her.
© Salamasina T.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 3:19 AM UTC
THE LYRICS OF LIFE:
(writing/poetry)
I write lyrics of life
under willow trees
and pastel skies
still pondering an existence
while humming melodies of nothing
because my mind's eye can no longer see
Dancing to an empty beat
known only by the moon
mesmerized by the sea and all its wiles
I share wishes with stars
praying for a new muse
for my inspiration has died
and I can only imagine greatness
while i scribble down
the lyrics of a life
passed by...
© 2016 Salamasina T.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC