Brain synapses connecting at speed of light
Hands type furiously ,pausing to touch her child
Unblinking Cyborg  in a woman's curves

She hasnt slept well in 8 days
Wearing her fatigue like the metal braces
She attatches on her metal child
Clunk,Clunk ,Yet another malfunction
**** Robot
3 seconds,Sorted.

SHE.Shes a well oiled engined
Gears tugging smoothly over each other.
She got it all together.
She is NOT a boy,NOT a tomboy
THIS woman just built a robot in 2 days

Finally,She blinks
Teadrop
Pity her heart cant fix that easy.

They say we lost love
They say we lost out
We must be crazy for letting go a thing so good

They lie
Our hearts slither out our yearning bodies
Coloured their way to the skies
There they'll always stay.
Kissing the sky

We're right were we belong
This physical realm was too low for us to belong
Divine love,Cosmic emotion
Starcrossed lovers

She rocks her cape with dignity
An air of quiet that leaves many in awe
Her hands itch at the sound of a battle cry
Her guilty pleasure;proving CANT is a myth.
She munches  daily on impossible
And looks in awe as the inches of self sacrifice bulge at her waistline.

After all she's been through
Though  deemed legendary
Arms toned with the weights of men she has been lifting
Her breast perfect pillows for the weary
Her eyes as round as the globe
Superwoman never learnt
You cant carry the world quite well
If your spine is cracked with the need of being saved as well

Mama.
I looked at our picture
As remnants of  my innocence littered on the floor  with my clothes
Your eyes were vivid SCRIPTURE.
I cant explain how much SIN creeped up my body.
Entangled my legs with DAMNATION
I keep praying for SALVATION
Because at that moment I stood blind at the mountain of lust
and experienced a REVELATION of who I was not.

...
Mama,
Please
Im still the daughter you raised.

Slice my heart with your silence
Roast my brain with your memory
Sprinkle  2 pinches of regrets on my story
Saute my waist with traces of your arms till i'm crunchy
Lay me on a burnt slice of Should Have Been
Lay me there medium rare, with my scars on display

There you have it
A masterpiece  dish,
In need of a fancy french name
Of what love looks like
When its too much

The world is round and I can't speak
I've never been good at handling round things.

Let me school you about netball
My body never knew how to stop midmotion.
I knew to jump for my wild goals and dreams.
But never how to stop right in the nick of time
To not intimidate this man next to this quiet girl.

Tried Volleyball.Faithfully
A whole year
I never got it right,clench your fists to hit hard,open your palms for a low hit.
I was always too eager or too hesitant to take my shot
Smooth operation a grace I hope life will grant someday

You'd think basketball would be my fit
A weird girl but gutsy too
A day in and I quit
I couldn't be tricky
One look into my basket eyes and you're in my world

The world's still round
And I don't speak
Words move full circle and catch up with you
I'd rather keep them chasing...

Mindblown
I love myself, I let your security go
4 years into high school puppy love
With kids names chosen and a home under construction
But my dreams and ambitions were under demolition

I love myself,I let the mindless love I had for you go.
Cause you loved another
You look at her and me and our faces melt over each other's
I love myself enough to let me hurt;at least it'll save me

Tough
Unfeeling
Rude
SmartMouth
I know how it looks like
Please dont lose patience
Keep peeling my layers
Im just a pineapple
All soft inside

I write to the empty skies
I write to the nonexistent heart
To the me before you
To the me before your aftermath

The echoes of silence wrap my hopeful heart
Another day,No other you
I'm a weather lady
I crave another hurricane
No,my walls aren't well-built  yet
They are shaky and could break down any second
YET
I still crave another you.

Its a busy city
Another lonely night
The skies seem to get darker
I write to the silence
Oh princely one
May your silhouette appear at last...

They ask me ,"Where did you learn to write like that?"
I laugh as if they aren't stripping my skin off.
Then I say I don't know.
Somewhere between ,
"She cant sit with us" and "Shes such a nerd."
Or was it  at stolen stares,secret smiles  but,"I'm too cool to be seen with you"?
Maybe it was at ten minutes to,"Why do you always have an opinion,are you THE man?"
It must have been under the blue skies ,I say...
Under the blue skies praying for a path
after loving a man who was trying to glue his broken on my waist

I crinkle my paper in anticipation
I'll write about you today
I got a million thoughts
Its gonna be one goood poem.

Pen kisses paper
My mind on your smile
Black eyes
Silly naughty boy
My Brain stops dead

I miss you
Words cant possibly be accurate
I tuck my thoughts to sleep
I'll write about you tomorrow
Its gonna be a good one

I'll leave my thoughts here
To breathe out loud with no regard
Of the very silent presence of life

My thoughts huff and puff
Been knocking on possibilities doors
Upthe 30th floor i must say
Been running up the stairs of fears

So now my thoughts sits at destiny's office
A minute early for the interview
Tries to catch her breath,seated next to Life
and,"Next Interviewee",shrills the receptionist,a rather unattractive man called Assumption

slightly out of breath,she breathes in.
IM here

I really wanted it to be you.
****,I truly did

I miss your love
Not how it made me feel...

He loves my smile.
He holds my tears
He holds my laughs now
But somehow my feet are still floating
Not sure where my heart will know as home

The world hushed to listen
Another deep breath
Her lungs embraced

She knew it now
What she wanted
Shedding in process
Cocoon ruptured

Eyes straight ahead
Hands clenched
Feet steadying an unsteady fate
Blood cells were saluting
Tingling in her unseen veins

Blood drop
A drip of Royalty
Her Royal Heart had rose to the occasion
It was time...Bullseye.

Bullseye

I am a myriad of emotion
A tower of confusion
I love him,I love him not
I chose self over  him yet hate self destruct at his memory

For us time should have stood still
We loved like eternity were our slave
How do you tell time to stop doing its beautiful work?
To stop headbutting us into rooms bigger than ourselves
To stop beckoning us to destiny's call

Time should  have stood still
But I guess Grandpa Clock has no favorites
...no matter then

Ive been trying to write happy poems
Its 8 months since I left..and im still trying