There was once a little girl
innocent as youth
she wondered in the gardens
her hand grazed the waters
she passed the white flowers
their petals sweet
as a butterflies kiss
she passed the yellow flowers
sour yet soft
like a brush of lemon skin
she passed the pink flowers
primped and perfect
she began to question her beauty
she passed the red flowers
bolder and bigger
they shadowed her youth
she passed the green flowers
they were brushing against her
forcing her to turn to another path
she passed the black flowers
they were thorny and kept a tight hold on her
she struggled and struggled to free herself
finally the thorns cut her enough that she fell to the ground
and one single white flower grew out of her back

I live being lost
in a river of despair
with hopeless dragging me down
and never surfacing for air

His face is sewed into my brain
and the seams are only thickening
the face he makes when he sees me
is only going to make love more sickening

I feel my heart leap into my throat
and my soft palms begin to sweat
when he ever so gracefully walks
as if we just first met

His eyes how they shimmer
like diamonds in the sun
his hair is a wave of lush
and our secret love has only begun

They’re everywhere
I see them
They remind me of him
it’s like a tidal wave
i cannot escape
He’s got someone
I cannot love him
I can’t
I can’t
stop it
Forget those pale blue eyes
and perfect smile
and soft laugh
forget how much he made you laugh
he’ll be gone soon
and he has someone
so stop
forget those pale blue eyes

Entangled in the back
of a midnight SUV
ropes climbed my body
as far as the eye could see

The innocence escaped my soul
like Pandora’s box
and yet with all of the metal sticks
I still refuse to engage with the locks

My hope has flown to Hell
and there it met it’s match
a powerful overdose of
despair, depression, and meaningless cash

My captors amidst
hiding in the front seat
covered in blank expressions
not even glancing at me

The predators lurked
just minutes away
and shabby duct tape covered
what I needed to say

Finders keepers
my family used to say
now it seems anything they touch
is where their money seems to lay

The most beautiful place on earth

is smothered in wealth and worth

gold trickles down from the skies

and into greedy men’s eyes

they ingest silver

and wear extravagant coats made of fur

a thin layer of paper money covers their head

while a pile of ingots creates their bed

The finest silk sings them to sleep

while the coin birds and euro cockroaches weep

the crystal moon starts to rise

and the rich men can’t even hear

the poor children’s cries