sometimes the walls peel down in tears and metal as the floodgates open wide as the soul is bared, raw, exposed softly humming its release of pride heartbeats strong head up high queenly stance bearing storms ready for the battle taking form yet holding on tight to solace's reins praying to heaven for grace in the strain for soon the cry to action will fall upon this tender land all that exists washed away in a whirlwind of sand in the distance a lightflare a whipping up of womb a time for victory's place in this tempest monsoon and within my skin in the flight of my freeze my pain opens up and allows me to breathe
your sweet promises are fantasies I’ve searched galaxies to find your heart then I realized love is just art painted on a canvas played by an actress who lays on a mattress deep down an addict who plays with sadness your words are ink that blot the page his touch is a cage I’m trapped within being a slave is how my life ends buried in soil with a dozen roses wilting under the sun because the gun is too powerful for a little girl who lived to twirl seen as a pearl stolen by the keeper who made her clean made her to dream made her to fly free and the hand is too ***** to keep distance to ignore the existence of a child’s position
It seems as if poets Have felt the most pain But to be in euphoria Is a celebrated gain For when every time A write is admired A smile on a face Defeats the sadness they hide
It seems as if poets Have eaten pages of books A dozen of dictionaries And novels on nooks I cannot explain this But I believe so That those words we have written From where we don't know
It seems as if poets Have hearts that beat rhyme For it seems just too natural To call it divine For every scenario A piece is inspired Half a moment later Pure greatness transpired
Stumbling into a room Innebriated, flushed Sweat collects heavily Over your brow A shaky forefinger Thrown into faces Of strangers in the hall And then back at me Swears used as adjectives You tell the tales Of the disappointment You can't help but feel When you look at me I find myself apologizing For carrying your genes For knowing you For being born with your name I find myself apologizing And though I don't say it I'm really apologizing For not being as valuable To you as whiskey.