She is so hopeless
She is so lost
She cannot write
Because she does not know the cost
She strives to be
Like all of us
But our words sing
And her words rust
With swears and yells
And spelling errors
She thinks that we see beauty
She wants to be like one of us
But writing is our duty
We love her though she's failing
She's making us ashamed
For we all know her
We all read her
So I will not speak her name

A tryst between the ring master's daughter and his young apprentice
Goes unfulfilled by the reluctancy of the young  man
And his unspoken, half assumed desire for the girl behind the cotton candy booth
But the ring master's daughter, with her quivering curls
Waits by the zoo tent all night
For a wisp of woebegone love
With a poor, handsome Circus Freak

I put the baby in the stroller every week
so she can see her mother
not a body,
but a tree slowly growing above the headstone,
it's branches stretching and crackling in the breeze.
The baby looks at the tree and coos, because she can still smell
her perfume settled on the leaves,
the leaves that rustle
and barely cover her whispered laugh.
The first week it started raining, so I couldn't see her tears,
and she couldn't see mine,
rolling down, down, back to the earth.
I put this baby in the stroller every week
to visit her mother,
knowing she hasn't let her go.

My dog looks into my eyes

Whimpering – her speech dies

As I caress her soft, imploring head

I tell her to go lie down in her bed



And rest her wandering mind.

Within her eyes lie many realms

Of unfathomable truths that bind

Together a world that overwhelms.

I've been waiting months
For the day when
My desire will be quenched
With darkness and popcorn
A crowded room
Of people who disobey
Proved by the small glowing screens around me
And I'll shiver from excitement in my seat
Surrounded by family
In pajamas
With sleep in their eyes
But I do not sleep
I am far too excited
For the day when my Sire
Will return from the Shire

I wish for a ****
not a ****** mess
but to shed some skin
and expose my finest
because who I am
reflects inside my eyelids
but when I open to see
I can't face this person

She's crippled and mute
I try to reach her but when I do
she cries for the treason
of scaming me out of any quaility of life

She's controlling my body
while I am caged inside
using a view that lacks any vision
hellen keller could do better

In this struggle
to face the music
I want to dance
but my spirit has fallen
I try to pick up on the steps
but I harbor so much resistence

It almost feels like I am split in two
wanting to sing but lacking a tune
and I do have courage and I am strong
but the person who has surfaced
after this terrible fall
is nothing I stand for at all

I tell her day in and day out
get up cause your worth it
you know you are
but she stares back at me in the mirror
her eyes telling me
incessantly I am wrong

And I want to **** her
I want her gone
but she believes more deeply
I was made to fall

You're living out the married life
You're barbie
You have achieved marriage
And now everybody needs to make way for you dear
You still have that after marriage glow
That shine
Or maybe its the tan from your honeymoon
And you're wearing beautiful diamond earrings,
Recycled from your wedding
You are still the star of the show
You are still the only one in the room
You have achieved marriage...
Applaud, everybody  
Your husband? Oh he's irrelevant
Just a pixel in the corner of your beautiful life
Barbie...
Now you will need to learn the ways of the world
You can still enjoy your day
Or your week
Or your month
Whatever it is
Cause you know it will soon end
And so you parade but really just pretend.
Your mind is smarter than you
She knows this won't last
And one day you're going to sit on the couch in your trailer park
And yell at the kids
And burn in the sun
And look at the skin marks, the bruises
Your husband left you when he ***** you last night
And you will sit in the sun
And wait for him
And that picket fence you once dreamed of
Is now a fiction novel in your mind
It doesn't exist, it never has, it never will
Not now, not here, in your house
And nowhere else,
You know this

But parade now little girl
While you still can
Find yourself a rich man
Because you know
when you are old
You will no longer have a purpose
And nobody will want you, so they say
You will know too much about the world
And you wouldn't want to satisfy the rich men like you did before
Because you would know all too well
What it feels like to be his wife
Back home with the kids
Back to the trailer
Playing same sad song that she danced to on her wedding night
You know what its going to feel like when your skin starts falling off your bones like the draped curtains you once wanted
You know that day will come dear
But at least you have achieved marriage
Applaud, everybody...
Please...