My body betrays my mind
And my mouth betrays them both
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
My mind & heart
*Enters into the gloom
Breaking through the walls
Into the woods of doom
Only to find a new moon!
How to tell it to me,
It will be invisible
For sometime long
Along the way
Where I belong!.
Better seek out
Something which is
More near & dear
Real without fear.
Wait if you must
Don't rush to the dust
Listen to your intuition
to bring back your
Laughable soul
Which would eventually*
Make yourself whole!
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
We aren't mimi lan mintuno.
;
I was never his mimi,
And he was never my mintuno.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
{Set I: Brandon}
I have
What I have
And I am happy
I've lost
What I've lost
And I am
Still happy
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
When she speaks, her words
become bubbles in the wind;
hollow, weightless.
@qyflorentino
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
Hearing you moan about the baby weight
While warming up the Cow and Gate
Droopy tum and ***** ****** dry
And how they leak at every cry
Your body will never be the same
Ever since the baby came
Constantly exhausted beyond all belief
When they finally sleep through, dear God, the relief
Training and tantrums, toddlers are trying
You learn to accept they never stop crying
Oh to be one of those wretched souls!
Sterilising bottles and benches and bowls
Gaining those precious protective pounds
Awakening to those unmistakable sounds
Washing and folding and wiping and feeding
All the work that comes with breeding
And now the sun sets on that part of my life
Never a mother, only a wife
For all those hopes that didn't make it
Bun in the oven but unable to bake it
Trying not to envy and regret and hate
But I just can't shift the baby wait...
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
Why do people try to define with putting us in boxes? On the surface I'm a white girl, who works hard, does community service, & who doesn't take **** from no one, who is always nice, as long as you are, strong & happy. But, in reality, I'm Spanish, Mexican, Native American & African American. I have dyslexia, A.D.H.D., A speech impediment, Depression, Anxiety, insomnia, & that's all because of my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. So I MUST work hard! If I don't, I will crash & burn. So I keep myself busy & I NEVER stop! Can't let anyone get me down, cause on the inside, I'm crying. So, I hide it with a smile. I keep strong to be happy, But that doesn't mean it will work. Cause just cause I'm nice to others, doesn't mean they'll be nice to me. So tell me, what box am I in? Cause I don't think I have one. And what box are you in? Cause I don't think you have one either.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
The world is not petite,
The world is not a whole lot.
The world is I,
The world is you.
We beneath the blue appear like an ocean,
We flanking the blue appear like a sky.
For us, clouds in the ocean
Waves on the sky.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC