I was born in a thunderstorm
when melancholy merged with death
at the rock of the graves and grieve
ridden in a world that never fits

On this earth where tears are unsaved
inside the flowing wrongs and rights
traps of entitlement and brokedness
on days when the sun refuses to shine

I was born to never have a belong
on masses of an indescribable rise
watching on elongated corners of alone
where nights fits on the jigsaw puzzle

On this hell of a world, where music dies  
photographs tries,poems lies,canvas plies  
forgetting the misery of the human form
that sinks and leaks under the dungeons

i wish i were something else

her name still rests on his lips
and i taste her when i kiss him
he tells me she's dead but
her ghost is in our bed
and i can't even **** it.

she sleeps between us,
eats at his heart

and he won't even touch me
because i am what she's not.

he tells me she's gone
but i know the harsh bark of her voice
better than i know my own song

i keep singing
and singing
and singing
hoping to cut through what's wrong
i keep singing
and singing
and he knows the words now
but he won't sing along.

no, he won't sing along.

Blue moon stay away from me,
let me crawl back into bed,
I don't wanna feel that way tonight,
I need to rest my aching head,
if only you come to leave again,
you'll leave me feeling dead,

An I ain't ready to die.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I burnt down the metal cage
that confined me

I have broken up with God
and I am blossoming

without his hand pushing
my head down

I eat blackberries straight from
the bush

tasting the dirt where they grew
the tightest bud bursting

into fruit that nurtures me
that sustains me

I am Godless and cageless
I am a woman of

flames, starting fires
wherever I go

burning, burning, turning
into ash

into the very dirt I courted
with my purple stained

lips