Mia - Hello Poetry

Mia May 2013

Buried

She wanted the world.
But ended up sliced and served.
With a wreath and white muslin.
She had seen it all at 10,
The vices and misery offered
For all who truly wanted to partake.
It found her a little lacking,
In experience and vile.
And so spewed her out.
Into a casket to rest.

Mia May 2013

He loves me

He left me for dead,
At the side of the unused road.
Gave me a little kick on the way by.
I didn't mind.
You see, he loves me.

I crawled my way to the town.
With torn and bleeding fingers.
Wound up at the town square,
waited to be found.
It's dark and the wolves howl.
I shiver in my bones.
I am not afraid.
You see, he loves me.

I stumble to my weary feet.
Walk with unsteady steps to his house.
He hasn't changed the locks,
He must be waiting for me.
I touch the walls of what I call home,
make my way to his room.
He is holding another woman in our bed.
She must be his friend.
You see, he loves me.

'Get away from me, you wretch.'
I sit down by the bed and wait.
Soon he will climb out of bed,
and carry me to the tub.
My heart squeezes out a tired smile
As he makes his way to my side.
A painful sting as his hand meets my skin.
He drags me out by my hair.
Leaves me outside his gate.
He will be back for me.
You see, he loves me.

An ambulance drives up.
He called medics to attend to me,
I knew he cared.
I Get checked into ward 7-
The psych ward.
Doctor explains its only temporary,
My mind must have snapped from strain.
They will fix me then I can go home.
He will come to visit.
He will take me home.
I told you he loves me.

Mia May 2013

LOST

I sent my little boy into the world,
It made the light go out of his eyes.
He was scared of his own shadow
Jumping at the slightest sound.
The world was watching with slit eyes
Stalking and toying with your courage.

I thought he was gone,
When the pale ghost of a smile disappeared.
He must be in the afterlife,
With shadows and darkness.
I tried to search, but I couldn't go beyond the tombs.

He is lost to us now,
Living in a realm we cannot reach.
The veil prevents us,
From seeing beyond the surface.
He lives in my home,
Even has the same voice.
He isn't my son.
The world buried his life force.

Mia May 2013

What's your price?

We wear prices to work,
The cost of being a success or failure.
The confident strut to the sixth floor,
In Jimmy choos and Hermes.
You pass by her, cowering at the elevator door.
In thin soled Bidcos and patched lesu.
The tea lady you don't really notice.
Her pale skin matched the dust on the window panes.
Brought on from watching the world pass by in a blur.
She pushed the button for the ground floor and watched the walking label go to the top.

We wear prices to church.
Our bible and hymn book easily preserved from the top shelf.
Unworn from weekly visits to the Holy place.
The priest wants a new house,
Your neighbor needs a car,
You need to eat more.

We wear prices to a match.
Will our country qualify this time round? Or is it just a farce?
Buy a ticket, buy a drink.
This establishment must see many a buck.

We let prices define us,
We are bought for a song and sell each other out.
Mother said set the right price,
And so i stand at the streets,
waiting for someone to pay my worth.

Mia May 2013

Who am I

I used to be that girl,
With a spring in my step.
And not a hair out of place.
She danced with flames and fire
yet somehow kept her cool.

I am that strong branch,
That sways with the wind and yet remains unchanged.
I bow and bend without breaking.
Becoming one with the world that's shaking,
I am everything and nothing.

Mia Apr 2013

Ashes and dust

Time burns to dust,
As i hold the ashes of your remains.
Funny that in the end its you that was reduced,
Having belittled me to bits and pieces.
You made me feel worthless.
Battered the little spirit i had.
I should be the one in a jar,
No color and volume to me,
You should have known that killing me would **** you.

Mia Apr 2013

Take it off

It really is an uphill task,
To see beneath your mask.
You wear it like a lance,
To lead the way as you dance.
Won't you let someone in?
It really is no sin
For a glimpse beneath your skin.
Open up your arms
So someone can sing the psalms.
You are more than a dream,
Look beyond the beam.