I waited in time
And time was not kind
It asked me to find
My whole heart and my mind
I layed on my bed
And my bed said "get out!"
It said to collect whole self and my doubt
I layed on the couch
And the couch was a grouch
So I sat in my car
I sat and went far
I drove and I fled
Hit a tree, I was dead.

I made an assumption
Turned out to be true
Over my head floated puzzle pieces of you
I found out you cheated
Not just once but repeated
It took me months to sit
and snap together all the pieces
that would fit
And the picture on your puzzle box display
Was not of me to my dismay
But of someone I've seen before
Someone you've tasted
and asked for more
And as you groom yourself for their delight
As my gut tells me "I told you so,
I was right"
I know I'll be the last to smile
When it's their turn to put together all the pieces in that pile

I do not fall victim to my pain
That is not why I write
When I heal, you will hear the groans and the moans
Of my stitching  
My battle wounds do not go unnoticed
My pain does not leave in silence
My transformation is gruesome
I digest myself before I rebuild myself
I outgrow my own skin
Growth becomes a metamorphosis
to my mind and body
My old cells self destruct
I even develop some spare parts
And through the process of self love
I step out of my embodiment  
Reincarnated
As an absolute masterpiece

I am the who hides like a hermit at the shell of my typewriter
With the sound of bells and rings to each of my lines
I am well aware I was born at the wrong era of time
I know that my soul is much older than my mind
I make mistakes,
some worse, some better,
than we all make in life
It’s a crumble, a throw-away
Another paper to replace
As I start fresh with my chin
and shoulders held high
Unplugged to the noise
that comes from outside
Fingers placed delicately in line
As they wait for the command
of my thoughts arranging in order
Composing the keys that pound
against the ink ribbon
Chick-chick-chaw-chick-chick-bing
An orchestration of the typewriter as my mind begins to sing
I am moved by the utterance
of my own typing
Fingers dancing to every beat
And for that reason I will always be writing
In a room
with grey walls
sitting on a wooden seat.

Heedless of the web hanging from every corner,
I ventured into your space.
Oblivious me
Again I dangle from your weave
You always find a way to wrap me
in your promises so tightly
Oblivious me
I believed your invite
to be something I trusted
R.I.P. to the fools
who came to visit you so blindly
I see you hang their carcass like a trophy
from that thirsty tongue so proudly
Constrained in your devotion
The lechery scene of their bodies
You leave them suspended from a straight-jacket cobweb
As you drink from their seductive flesh
R.I.P. to the pests of your future meals
I sigh in disappointment to your habit
As I escape disheartened by the damage
For the docile creature I had once seen
Has lost all dignity and rationality
Oblivious me
I can no longer present myself to your attendance
The truth is now bestowed upon thee
and I've accepted the let down to your betterment

When you find the kind of love that makes your heart
drop to your stomach
When you feel that person
starting to drift away
It's like the body
trying to get rid of the toxin
And your heart begins to rot in just a day
It sits heavy with dour by the hour
It takes up the room of all your meals
It sleeps in slumber in your stomach
How do you feel, now that it's real, now that it's real
When you find the kind of person that brings you sadness
When you feel that person
starting to play games
It's like they knew the sport,
they knew they had this
And your heart begins to
question all the names
How do you deal, now that it's real,
now that it's real

I never found it easy to bite down on my tongue
with the blood of my rage pumping through it
I thought about breathing before speaking
but the words in my head explode against my skull in rage
I close my eyes with the image of your mistakes like a projector
screen to my thoughts
I am heavy on assumption
and light on the evidence
Standing over another filthy crime scene
Where you were involved as a witness
And you stand there looking so clean
But why do you look too clean to sentence
And your alibí doesn't make any sense
Your tongue twists in lies you've spoken
Overtime I work again
in a job I overwork in hoping
So here I am dusting fingerprints
to the truth you've left unspoken.

Place your bets
Monogamy is dead
We must wager the people who
We've groomed to love us
After all, we've invested some time in
preparing them for this race
And my money is placed in the
uncertain outcome
My love is divided equally among them
But I've got my eye on the newest horse
to pick up the pace

Place your bets
Love is dead
I've pledged my attention to them
Until they no longer look like a good bet
And I retire my loyal horse
I forfeit it's outcome
After all, love is a competition for me
And I will continue to stake my money
on the newest horse to gamble

She looked at me so invasively
Her soul peaked into my transparent windows of time
I took her gaze with vulnerability
As she asked to kiss me,
Little did she know I had worn her
name on my lips for quite some time
And with a kiss she undressed me
As my lips wrote my name on her body to match mine

You never wanted to be
The pages in my book
You just wanted to be the bookmark
Conveniently placing yourself
From one book
To the next.

Her lips were plump like red cherries
When she licked them her tongue brushed through them like silk
My mouth picked up her fallen stems from the floor
My mind objected to the marriage  
but in that hot moment
my tongue and her tongue tied the knot.

Who is that woman with the striking pose
I cannot stop photographing her with my eyes
Who is that woman with the dainty dress
And those towering legs
I must move on from this curious guess

But really,

Who is that woman wearing those long scarlet heels
Making my steadiness a torture, my whole mind an ordeal
Unknowingly she pulls me towards her embrace
From a pause to my heartbeat, it now starts to race
Who is this woman
I must interfere
I can't leave without knowing
In this love's atmosphere

How I used to crawl under your sheets
To find those toes wiggling free
And those legs like long trees
With echoes of giggles you would plea
To have me climb my way up
From your ticklish roots
To your savoring apples

Make a wish
Another blown candle
to my so called golden year
Another wish in earths rotation to the same life long inauguration
When is the house and picket fence sent?
In blown candles of wishes after wishes?
Doubt after doubt
it becomes so repetitious ?
When does your pockets grow?
In blown candles of riches after riches
Til you become so poor
you sleep under the bridges
When is love sent?
In blown out candles of loneliness
Carrying a familiar scent to its smokey extinguishment?
Oh life,
Light me up instead
but not like a birthday candle
No, No
Light me like a night candle
Like the flame you wouldn't separate
from its source upon lighting

You with those Eiffel Tower legs and your porcelain backbones.
You with the stargazed eyes that look at me like I'm made of wonder.
I invite you to relax with me tonight, to get out of those knee-deep graves.
You will not find my heart buried there.
I admire your dedication but when I told you my heart was in hell,
I meant I was the only one
who can bring it back.

You were the kettle to my water
My sanctuary
The vessel of the walls where I found a warm embrace
I was well aware of your heat and I loved you
But there was a point
A boiling point
In which you never whistled for warning
I will always question why you
boiled me to steam that day.
Why you committed to have me vanish without proper reason.
I know you heard the gurgling to my cries
As I pleaded for you to tell me why
The last of me left with an echo
That searched for an answer
in a hollow souled container.

She drove on that rainy day in a blank stare, bracing onto the wheel with both hands tightly gripped and she wanted to scream on the top of her lungs as every horrid assumption of deceit and embarrassment suddenly appeared written on all the pages of her love chapter. As the suspenseful orchestration of rain fell like the sound of marbles running down her car window, the universe thundered with it's great power and presence as in to let her know that it wasn't the end of her love story at all; it was only the plot twist.

There in a small room,
the writer lays on her bed
writing little stories, wheels turning in her head.
Across the moon sky lays the reader, lying on her back,
mind waiting for a good book to feed her.
Writer writes broken-hearted
Reader reads with feelings guarded
Coexisting in the same quandary of life
Finding themselves on the opposite ends of a sturdy rope
Woven together with the same fibers of the same hope
Both holding each other in strength from their codependency
Yet their presence might never touch
Their words might never exchange
They live on with their lives as two strangers with a
connection
In a life, in a world, in a love,
so strange.

I will be here, I will be right here
Waiting on closure with the pungent smell of my rotting corpse.
You will not see me decompose from up there. You will only feel me as close as the dirt between us.
Our distance divided by the living maggots that have been birthed from my body's existence
Crawling and feeding on me in manifestation.
My body still young but my heart too fragile to run it.
I will be here with the smell of sweet fragrance on my rotting meat.
Waiting on the sound of your pitter patter rummaging through the leaves as you take a seat in front of my stone.
And I will know you are here when your visit awakens my demons from its hunger to your flesh covered in remorseful scent.

There she stood in the junction
of the earth and sky
watching the horizon
that overcame the night
And in its presence,
the silhouettes of life
There she stood in the earth's choice
She looked back at the shadows
that appeared in it's decision
The offing of the sea now called her name
The consequences of night
were now overcome obstacles
She moved at ease
In the safe boundary of day
Walking through the cold dense air
left behind by the night
And there she waited to be hugged
by the warmth of the slow rising sun.

Many nights
Lonely nights
Wind flapping tents
Many days
Were better days
Before being sent
Counting hours
Like they’re ours
Our paths will cross again
Wait for me, I had to plea
My love who came and went
A soldiers cry is not to die
Or lose what heaven sent

Here again, I began
To leave my life to fate
Start anew, feeling blue
My heart begins to ache
And if by chance we meet again
Oh lover who couldn’t wait
Just know this soldiers love for you
would have made it through and through.
All those lonely nights and days.

One day, I want to be so in love that the angels themselves would envy the love I’ve found without them.
A love in which Cupid would supply them with the bow and arrows to prepare them for the war of my unrighteousness.
One day, I’ll be so in love that the music will hum in harmony with the giving earth and not the envious skies.
On that day the heavens will think they’ve lost control and my feet will be so planted to the ground that my roots will begin to dig deeper into the earths porous surface penetrating into its crust and I will no longer have to beg the skies for an angel.
One day the love of my life will walk towards me among the earths ground and they will come to me with two bare feet, body sculpted into perfection and their appearance will be that of a
Saint in a luminous glow, without any wings,
not even a halo to show.

My heart is pulled from my chest like a compass in your direction
Do the planets and the stars fight for our souls to be together?
Some things are too magnetically strong to be coincidences…

Abolish the memories
The ones that carry your heart on a plate
Establish a ground on which you will land
Bring yourself down from the skies of cloud 9
Falling angel,
spread your feet and walk again on the soils of the earth
Do not lose hope,
for you will rise up again
Open your eyes to the inhabitants that await your landing
The ones that love you near and far
Before the wings of love were handed to you by one of us
It is here again where you will find
another pair

The sun met the rain
The rain fell in love
The sun well
she kind of did
kind of, sort of.
The rain asked to wed
The sun well,
she fled.

The tears speckle off my chin
As I look up at the skies
to question my own calling
The stars shine amongst each other, twinkling in their wordless conversations as I wait for their response.
The moon stares at me in silence.
With a radiant half smile/half frown, as in to find both happiness and sadness in knowing something that I don’t.
The constellations, unmoved and spilling no secrets, thirsting to be understood, showing themselves in both pattern and maze, become the reflection of my soul.
Is my life moved by the moon, by the stars, by the constellations, I wonder.
I plead in soft whisper, “Please help me, I don’t know where to go”.
Yet the complex sky having nothing to say, points to my heart and says, “that way”.

I admit, that woman you so desired when you were with me, is a divine creation.
I compared myself to her down to the fine angles of her nose tip. I do not have her singing voice and I lack the thousands of fans on my following. I do not have the ****** comments or heartbeats and kisses under my pictures that would make me look more desirable. The excitement you must have felt when she toyed with you at those midnight hours in your media within a media within a media.... How quickly she dove into your imagination of possibility. I should've let her have you sooner after walking into her play pen to find you fiddled like a toy doll in her collection.

Relief has an odd way of treating you
It brings itself in small dosage
It is like a medicine you must drink every
few hours, with or without a meal
And even then,
Its comfort may not be enough
I looked for the full dosage of relief
but I never found it
So I looked to forget
And forgetting has a way of treating your
symptoms altogether
But it is not a medicine
It is a poison you are required
to drink only once
And only then
will its comfort be enough.

Hello poetry
Hello hello
You got me feeling quite at ease
Quite mellow mellow
Hello noble tree
Hello hello
Your branches have grown flowers I see
Their bright yellow yellow
Hello there destiny
Hello hello
I see you're moving hastily
Towards better things we go.

What a tremble she brings
She breaks up the ground beneath
her like a harrow
Come forth my way and lock your stare in the empty safes of my gaze
Place your most valuables here
Let me be your keeper
Come forth my way
Lessen the vastness of your distance
Every step you take,
Turns my patience turns into persistence
What a quake she makes
She slopes me off the ground I stand on  
I slip away, defiant of the
gravity that rules me
The sky has won its battle before me
Look at me, an astronaut to your space
Stuck in an orbit when your
body comes to place.
In my attempt to escape the earth indefinitely, it does not return me easily.
Though, I wish your presence would keep me up there, your absence
drives the earth to pull me
with all its might
As I incinerate into the atmosphere as a result to its fight.

I can't wait to once again enjoy the indulgence of my appetite
I can't wait to smile across the red wine glass
as I enjoy the sound of soft romantic jazz
With a love that smiles just for me
With a love that reciprocates in harmony
But until then, my thoughts, my dreams,
they starve away with the thought of it
For me one day

Why pretend
When your heart won't mend
Why lie a simple smile
When you know it's been a while
Why pray on your knees
For a love that will tease
For a heart that will break
For a life that will take
In a happiness we will fake
To make it through the day....
Just fine.

Stale as a leaf
I lay on my sheets
After falling from a tree
That has grown tired of me
hanging on its branches.

In the early mornings
when the sun and the window blinds beam
on my skin like zebra prints
I am hunted by the lioness
who eagerly tries to devour my being
until I awake covered in sweat
from the chase of her hunger
I escaped from my dreams.

I used to blame the universe for her absence
And I used to think it took her from me.
I later thanked the universe for the lessons
For bringing her to me and taking her away
Until I learned about free will
And I realized that I am in the option of everyone's choosing
It is not up to fate or even up to the universe of who will stay
We have always been in control of our
dependence and independence
So thank you for coming
but just know
that I blame you
for leaving

A rose that blooms
Has the right amount of water and sun
A rose that blooms
Will be given to no other but one
A rose that blooms
Has a purpose indeed
For a rose that blooms purpose
Will never mislead

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Avoid the Clichés
Express what's in you

The teapot awoke to find herself
Shattered on the floor
Looking up to see the enemy of plates
Pointing her towards the door
With an angry spout
she bulldozed the table
And down came the plates trying to catch
Themselves but weren't able
And all brushed up against the broom
Remaining pieces of themselves
scattered across the room
Tossed in the darkness of doom
To find themselves in the outcome of hate
And in turn regret their decisions
When it's far too late.