Fulfilling my father’s dreams,
I forgot to dream.

Wanting to be the first in everything,
I forgot to enjoy.

Building a house,
I forgot to make a home.

Reading about love,
I forgot how to love.

Meeting new people,
I forgot to make friends.

Wanting too much,
I forgot to offer.

Running to beat time,
I forgot to stay.

Waiting for her,
I forgot to live.

Will you remember me?
With my slightly above average grades
My long hair
The chubby physique

I always had a feeling
A want, no
A desire
To be remembered

I just wanted a friend
Who would miss me when I leave
One who would hug me so tightly
That I wouldn't be able to breathe

I've had times where I couldn't breathe
But not from a hug or warm embrace
From being lied to
Back stabbed with a thousand knives

The sting of being hated
The tears I've shed because I know I'm hated
The emotions like a roller coaster
A never-ending thrill ride

All I wanted was to be remembered
But not like this
Because why would someone
     With scars
     With pain in their eyes
     With a beaten up body
Want to be remembered

What's ugly?
A crooked tooth,
a stray hair,
small zit,
an extra pound?
No, I will tell you what's ugly.
***** looks,
hateful words
and selfish actions.
Look in the mirror.
Makeup will only go so far to hide an ugly heart.

WOMEN OF COLOUR
WHAT’S YOUR FLAVOUR
GALLANTLY TRIUMPHANT
EXOTIC COMFORTS
MAN-MADE FIBRES
AS IT TRIGGERS
THE JOY OF THE WORLD
FOR EVERY BOY AND GIRL
WOMEN THAT WOULD SHARE
OF ECLETIC HAIR
LONG OR SHORT
TO SUIT ALSORTS
‘TIS NOT THEIR OWN
FROM SOMEONE ELSE’S HOAN
ENDLESS SPRAYS AND CREAMS
TO MAKE IT SHEEN
FEELING THE FLOW
OF SOMEONE ELSE’S GLOW
ON TO THEIR HEAD
CHANGING IMAGES OF STEAD
IMAGINERY FALSE
JOIN TO THE PULSE
OF THIS SURPLUS ENERGY
AND SYNERGY
FOLLOWING FASHION
ENDLESS CONFUSION
FULL OF EMOTION

TIME TO MAKE A STAND
FORGET ABOUT TOWING THE BAND
BE PROUD OF ONE SELF
NATURALLY, AND NOT ON THE SHELF
WITHIN THE EXISTENCE
AND BEING PERSISTANT
CLAMPERING OFF THE MOTHER SHIP
AND THE WHIPS
CENTURIES OF CONFUSION
ALMOST AN ILLUSION
MOVING FORWARD TO NOW
HOW TIME HAS GROWN
TO BE ACCEPTED
AS TO BE EXPECTED
THE WAY TO BEGIN
LOOKING DEEP WITHIN
TIMES ENDLESS STRUGGLES
AND MOVING BATTLES
THE DREAM IS HERE
IN THE INNERMOST STRASTOSPHERE
BEING PROUD
SAY IT ALOUD
COMING TOGETHER
LIVING NATURAL FOREVER
THE HUMAN BODY
IS NOT SHODDY
IT IS THE ONE LIFE
OF STRIFE
IN AN EVER CHANGING ENTITY
FROM NOW TO ETERNITY
LOOKING TO SYMBOLISM
USING THE WISDOM
TO BE ACCEPTED AS YOU ARE
THE WORLD TRULY CARES

ONE LIFE ONE LOVE

PEACE

Sorry, I'm giving up poetry
to become a full-time thief
and spend all my time
stealing your kisses...

  ~mce

Her frame exposed from the way her dress hugs her body
leads her to feel that oh too familiar feeling
of disgust, of judgment, of guilt, of shame.
This day only comes once a year,
yet she allows the demons to dwell in that pretty head of hers.
Unable to shake the thoughts of deceit
she continues to smile.
She dances.
She laughs.
She dances some more.
The ceiling spinning, the lights flashing, the floor moving
she begins to fall.
Her figure has been wasting away for a while now,
food being a foreign object to her frail self.
Had she been told that she was beautiful growing up,
had she been told that she was worthy,
had she been told that she was loved,
had she been told that she was wanted,
maybe things would be different.
Maybe.

People surround her as she lies on the floor.
They know.
They know her secrets.
Exposed and vulnerable she comes back to the surface,
surrounded by the ones who love her for her strength, her patience,
her resilience, and her friendship.

One night.
It was all she had wanted.
One night to feel beautiful.
One night to feel free.
One night to let her walls down and be.
What she failed to realise was that tonight gave her all of those things.
Exposed, she entered the next step of her journey to self discovery.
She began her journey to health and healing,
knowing that in the ugliness she is beautiful
and in the tears that flow she gains freedom,
and that her sisters in Christ see her as God see's her:
a unique, fragile piece of art.

Time heals all wounds, they say,-- but -- heartbreak --I--s a wound deeper than most. What if that was the first thing she has ever --lo--st? They said she was too nai--ve,-- too young.  And it hurts knowing they were --d--ead wrong. It hurts her knowing it ended real bad. It hurts trying to understand. She remembers the lips she once had tasted, and she remembers t --h--e     t--im--e... all of it wasted. She remembers the passion, the love, the way time would fly. And now all that's left is hatred, the blood, a final good-bye