So many times
Trying to turn reasons
Into rhymes
Newest muse
Desperate attempt
Only to fall short
As soon as attention
Noticed
Wide eyed girl
Obsessed may I
Lacking depth
As soon as
Emotions copied
Or furthermore
Replaced
Gravity
With weights and stools
Climbing higher
Reaching further
Grasping air
While the painted red smile
Walked further north
And the Abled girl
With wide frames; golden bay
Lingered patterned
Against broken scooters and watched
While I made a fool over feet
In autumn leaves and new beginnings
You held my arm
While minds wander
Of heavenly thought
Of what it would be like
To hold your hand
And not mess it up
With my idiotic tongue
And presumptuous lip
Always rushing
Like one constant race
When the rules
Clearly states
Walk not run
Try to slow my tracking feet
From making another big leap
Intensively driven
Pretty glass eyes girl
Did you want me to admit my defeat?

I do not want to play in your garden of Eden
Pluck the sweet cherry apple from your tree,
Full it with the white christ evil that fills our core.

I do not want to play in your garden
But to walk naked with his creatures of all colours, sizes, identities and terms
And marvel at our beauty.

Princess,
With your pink hair and overgrown beard,
You are Eden’s finest.
Who are they to say what is beautiful?

We are slaves in our garden of Eden,
Swimming in her curves.
We are not to touch her
Though we are evil creatures of moral standards and consciousness.

Ebony came and stole with it our ability of doing things without reward.
Firmly grasped by whats right and wrong yet still,
We want to destroy her gaze with our rotting fruit.

There was ****** in the Garden of Eden,
Slaughtered puppets who steal the night with misheard approval and labels.
Child, you are not a bad person for wanting something that they did not.

The lion is not the devil for killing the deer.
He is not filled with vile for kissing the creature with death.
Though we will say it was evil as we pluck the fur from his mane
and wear it around our shoulders

We are the makers of The Garden of Eden and its slavery.
We full its nucleus with verdict and creed.
Enslaved men with torn backs and sable,
now cover their backs in suits and ties,
Still whipped.

Hang our bones in a science room
and teach the children where it hurts
Do you think greatness dies young
because the earth got jealous of its beauty?

How is it we spend our lives miserable and thoughtful
when the others spend their days chasing bees and lapping up rivers?
How is it we know so much about wrongdoing and yet the doing we do is so wrong?

I have played in your garden of Eden,
And I have let the labels loiter my mind with judgement.
I have felt ashamed of my Fathers illness for that would make him weak
And felt disabled as a woman for no want of children and marriage.

Yes God, I have faced your garden, tasted the sweet nectar from your tree and sinned in the eyes of Eden.

The night is a cold loose shawl that dangles over our shoulders.
It has a secret we are yet to discover
and it shows it through the clouds and the moon.
The moon is a wide grin,
a full circle,
a white and dusty pill.
It hides between clouds,
spying over the mountains,
watching from a far.
It thinks we will hurt it.
We cage the beauty
and mock the ghastly
and everyone that falls in between.
My fingers sink into screens,
falling forward like drips of rain into the concrete.
I am locked to my body
and it feels like a casket
and I panic.
A man plays inside my home.
I can hear his hands move skittishly against the guitar,
distinctly out of tune.
It rustles in the air like stretching leaves in the wind.
The music rapids through me like waves crashing to the shore.
and I bleed into the background scared.
In a crowded place,
I watch a lady dance
and hear the beads in her hair patter upon her bony chest.
Her smile is wide like a crescent moon.
Her silhouette swims out in front of her,
circling endlessly like leaves over departed souls,
soaring up and down;
Her arms flick against it,
She moves like a dying flower caught in the wind.
She is the sky.
She snaps and decays against the cool misty air.
The people progress around her,
they seal her secret with their working bodies.
They are like fleeting clouds,
and I was their moon

Who was the last to wear your body? 

Parting petals upon modest fingertips 

Supple mouth which you tumbled willing 

And gulped until tamed .
Laid steamed and wet awaiting the sun

to bellow through curtains 
as the
scene laid out 
like an easy 

****** mystery

Walking in archways 
What felt like worlds between us
High above my tower I see you 
As your face stays determined not to crack 
They said I lost my muse 
But she's in every crease upon my bed 
Not able to wash the memory with a splash of soap and water 
I thought about throwing it to the streets 
Let the homeless make fortune over our mistakes
Cradled up in the nook you used to sleep 
Sleep? 
What lies 
For no moisture was lost 
No teeth mark not tear 
Because I failed you 
And all of the coloured flags
I couldn't help but call your name
In the nickname only I used 
Ignoring then sudden realisation 
Never looking back 
Head locked like a brace 
While hidden hands forced my face to your seat.
Even after you left
My eyes lingered over what used to be. 
She ran 
Out in to the night 
As I sat among the nightmare
Excusing death in a movie 
For why tear drops fleeted 
Down my cheek
She escapes 
Leaving quickly out the door
Couldn’t leave it up to chance
She leaves as if she couldn't stand to watch the credits role
But I know her 
Spent what felt like days watching names roll on screen 
While we meshed bundled
and blissed.

Let me take a dip
Among all your fevered kinks.
Leave me saturated and tense.
Swallow whole;
your hysteria and guilt.
Walk the night without a change of view.
Sleep noble decadent,
Providing you leave before
daybreak sets the scene.
A quiet night
Of internal sighs;
Ringing in your ear.
No need for an act of pretence;
Make sure to quit while you’re ahead.
Don’t fool a heart with flattery.
Nonessential encouragement
Only further stretched the blame.
Just let me domesticate the beast,
And for an instant live inside its pain.

Feeding my fetish whims
through compromise;
He dangles right in front of me.
Such an easy task to slit his throat
and watch him bleed.
But like a cat
I prefer it utmost
when I play vicious with my tea.
Wearied tedious without a mouse
Between my claws;
Let me gorge you
just to mollify a need
Fruitful *******,
Foolishness at best.
You’ll leave me empty handed
But my teeth marks left a mark
And my fangs still made you bleed.

With her smile spread wide,
she made me explore the possibility
of summers 
in one another
and underwear packs of two.

Sometimes it can be hard to know her skin

the way she likes to hide

and never let somebody in.



But even so she's like roses,

and their fallen petals 

floating in the wind.



Caught in the zephyr,

my hands stretched to their limit;

and even with the tightest grip, 

they still slip through my fingers.

Interlaced the same stem,

Woman to woman

That old teenage *******.



Red lipstick smeared across our face, 

Her laughter in my mouth,

and God I love the way it tastes.

Who awoke to a cold lonely morning

in the shade of unspoken words from 
yesteryears?

Laid upon your pillow which you drooled

among slumber and woke drench in old

*pity.


I thought about walking until my legs gave out;
The wind whistling in my ear,
The leaves silently chiming in the context.
My hands were cold and I was acutely aware of how frozen my face had become.
Each footprint was a part of myself I left behind.
I could have walked for evermore.
Making dents in the shallow ooze,
I took the earth with me.
I tried to use its power,
its goodness to fuel my vacant insides.

Why am I so self-absorbed?
Swollen bellied infants lie scorching in the heat.
Headache. Dried. Irritated.
Their faces leak of pain and nothing more.
They are scavenged birds that vultures seek,
Nesting on their parched skulls.
I wonder if they would cry if they had the equipment needed.
They still smiled, shaping their thin faces to a grin
I stand here full bellied, nourished, hydrated
and act like I have nothing
I have the earth in my shoes,
The capability to smile.
I should be thankful,
But instead I just walk.

You’re in the pages of my book of seventeen.
I wonder if you ever get lonely.
You were always a walking mist.
I tried to catch you but you drifted right through me and left me cold and damp.
You smiled that ****** eyed smile and I still hear the perception of Morrison’s voice whenever you speak, the distant closed door.
4am your voice was chubby, soft, comforting.
8am your voice was a cold remote island.
10am your voice is no longer.
An angry yell, teenagers escaping from their cages.
I tell you you’re an *******, you tell me to calm down.
The walls breathe around us, inhaling as our blood boils a ravishing red.
I feel like I’m spinning.
Internally screaming.
Distant.
My hands shake as they stretch to their limit, grasping, I can’t seem to hold you.
I try to escape, only to feel your hand upon me, “Don’t go.”
I try to rest my hand on yours, you let go.
You fall away.
Distant.

Words like water,
oh how the speech can delay.
Dripping eloquent but lost to rivers,
indulged in deluge,
overwhelmed in expression, comments and decree.
I want you here,
oceans away.

How can I touch the chatter,
be diluted in a voice.
Move me with your extract,
alluded, trembling from afar.
Waking up to different sides of the moon
I need you here,
sunshines away.

and the blades from petals still stabbed
like it was torture
though it crumbled in effect
why the trouble for pistol flowers
when aching is within a splinter.

Something so beautiful,
lost to an operating system.
Quiet rumbles, not big enough
to make a sound.
Even if I screamed,
my vocals typed to characters,
you would not,
could not hear my strain.

Efflorescence,
our love it blooms.
Flourished in email, video plays, stills.
Across the ocean I came,
to wake up in the sunshine,
with the moon at our side.

Sprouting up new love,
greater than we thought equip.
Even through storms, snow, rain,
I am ecstatic here,
your body I call my house,
your smile I call my home.