I am broken
Into bits, it might as well be
My bones--oh, they throb...
And my soul--oh, it moans...

So one might say
"Throw her away"
But God, not you

My heart is squeezed out
My spirit, lowly
Tossed to the wind to and fro,
And so I am forced to my knees

So one might believe,
"She'll never achieve",
But God, not you

Hatred floods my eyes,
Unforgiveness stirs in my soul
Bitter salt, hostile resentment adds
To all my shortcomings

And since because
I ask, "What is love?"
I don't believe it's for me

But it's then that God calls
Like lightning over the plains
He gloriously lights up the way,
A field of faith to the path I trod

And since I feel doubt
I lift my voice with a shout,
"God, why me?"

Because they say,
"Throw her away",
Because they believe,
"She'll never achieve",
I have called you by name

And without love,
There'd be no God above...
So come unto Me

The voices in my head
They speak all the time
I know them all so well
They complain, they whine
Yet amongst the sneaky *******
I know not, Which ones mine

Every grain was a finite moment that
gathered on the shores of time.
Each glistened in the luminous creation
that watched on every instant that past.

A pocket watch, its chain no longer
connected to any point. Just lingered
in the sands constantly ebbing forward
its eternal hands, "Tick, Tock,

How long had this tide washed up on
these shores of eternity no one knew,
as all at one point were one of these grains.
But the waves of time also take grains back.

*If were but grains of sand, how long
is our time before we are on the eternal shore.

Rocking back and forth, the words
so gently expelled from her lips

"Sleep little one, I will hold you in
your sleep,

A tear fell like in slow motion descending on
the face of the little one, unmoved it falls further.

"Now you slumber now you are at peace,
"Mummy will always be here holding my dearest,

"Five minutes earlier,

As they walked hand in hand, she looked down
at her baby girl, her world shone with a smile.
A momentary unclasping as excitement of what
was seen. Only a moment that in seconds became
an eternity, then the noise dust and screaming.

"Mummy, mummy it hurts,

"My baby, Mama is here, ill hold you tight never fear,

"I'm cold mummy, I feel tired,

She cries out for help, but every where is chaos.
All that is seen is others holding, helping dearest.

"My little angel mummy will sing you to sleep,*

"Sleep little one, I will hold you in your sleep,
"Now you slumber now you are at peace,
"Mummy will always be here holding my dearest,*

And with those last lingering words she is gone.
A mother cries tears of a heart now broken in two,
moments that are everything no longer to pass.
She sits there rocking her baby, tears falling silently

Syncopated beat of bass
off beat to whirr
of conversation
bouncing around
xylophone ring
as cello claws

New tune, space, breathe
in autumns depth
drums rattle
military in sound
guitarist circling
hands implore

Long involved discourse
passionate corners
Pan pipe whirs
dances rebound
until bass sting
under scores

As Monday approaches
afternoon darkens
synth drags low
coffees ground
sky threatening
my cafe lore.

We all see through the same glass,
the tint is just a little different with
each one that views it.

I live to be loved...
So maybe that's why I want to die.

When was the last time that you read my words, and thought of me as the bird that would always be outside of your window?

When you told me I was doing great for a woman my size, I passed you off and told myself that "compliment" had good intentions.
When you called me sweet cheeks I ignored you. A woman like me is used to men like you.
When you told me the stair master made my *** look bangin, I was both honored and appalled.  My *** may be my greatest feature but ****** comments have their place and the gym is not one of them.
When you asked me for my number, you were rude, acting in a way in which no gentleman should act. I told you no. And I meant no.
When you called me a ***** loud enough for the whole gym to hear, you were only making yourself look bad.
When you came up and wrapped your arm around my shoulder and told me you were going to take me out for a good time on friday night, I was terrified and suddenly praying for a **** whistle.
When you insisted I promptly informed you I was lesbian, and to let you down gently, not my type.
When you called me a **** I took no offense, that word has become meaningless. Then you told me it must be a phase, that I just hadn't been with a man like you. That you could change me.
When you said "hop on this **** ****" I was done with your games. I pushed you aside and when you ****** my shoulder back you were the one to end up with their *** on the ground.
Dear namless man at the gym,
When you said you could help me through my phase, you were wrong. Being gay is not my phase. Being straight was.

When the day was dying
I was back to the market.

The last time I was there
haggled with her over the price.

She wanted to sell high
I wanted to buy low.

You win she said at last
I bought high
but have to sell low.

I knew she was lying.

This time she wasn't there.

Someone said
her man had left for another woman
and she hadn't since been seen.

The deepening evening hung like a dagger of pain.

She was never good at bargain.

we're the same level of insane
we take pictures and lock them away
let's run through this city with stars in our eyes
prank strangers and trust frauds
lose our minds
pass out in an alley
let's be free
for once
because these shackles
won't break themselves
and if we make it out alive
we'll be jumping past the fence