she licked her lips, tasted a pinch of salt.
"i’m not like other girls"
isn’t that what every other girl says?
****** bambi eyes, eyelashes curled in a q.
he drinks until she cries, scared she will be
shot. imagine pretty little petals upon pretty little
thighs.
"i’m not like other girls"
ringlets, hair bouncing waves upon waves upon
ocean, sea, tidal
waves.
he smokes until she dances, in circles, through
vapors, underneath a table that holds too much
quick *** and liquor.
"i’m not like other girls"
and he could have said, “i’m not like other boys”
but he was broke, in denial, in and out of love, in and out of
hotel rooms.
words sound so much more appealing in darken
rooms.
"no, bambi dear, no you’re not."

They met out of mutual appreciation
towards their artistic expressions,
becoming slaves of free will;
incarcerated within their choices.

She wanted to be with him
to follow his footprints, no matter, wherever;
even if the journey led to Hell.

His fingerprints smudged deeply upon, her soul.

She said three words that left him devastated;
Her lips now covered with silence. Sitting in limbo
trying to make sense of it all.

A moonless night conceals the reasons.

She still writes about those moments;
delving into those times to reveal whatever
she missed about herself.

Changes flowing between life and death;
acuity erased by emotions. The long walk
along the path of understanding.

The images within her mind portray a song,
fading like forgotten lyrics.

She lingers upon the corner of exposed
intimacy; pricking her finger on the
point of fallacy.

Small drops of crimson nepotism
releasing clarity. The lessons
smeared within the inked blots
interpreted inconsistently.

She forgot the meaning of her poetry;
her passions defiled within the filthy
knowledge. Crying for days, it was all
she could do to remember.

There will always be
flour on the bench and
today I've got banana everywhere along
with the chocolate chips
which tumbled from the sides of the measuring spoon
and bounced along the floor.

But once I've sat down covered in
butter and floury hair
and the smell of the cake
is tangible,
its worth the mess
i make to see
friends jostling for
a piece.

scrub it off
cut it out
**** it up
make it count
let it go

scrub you off
cut you out
******* up
make you count
let you go

scrub me off
cut me out
**** me up
make me count.
Let me go.

To an astronaut, it's full of planets
To a keyboard warrior, it's a weapon
To a stoner, it's a state of mind packed in a cone
In a race, it's a split second of opportunity

But to me, it's just where you're missing.

This day the Sun had an early wake up;                    
the moment of Rise, the colors went bright.            

As bright as when our thoughts were of chalk,     
and we enlivened our dreams without any remorse.                                                                

Every bit of a sunbeam reminded me one thing;  
we forgot how to hold our world deep within.    

At the end of the day i had only one thought;        
of embracing the joy with which sun comes along.                         

Because life has a course and a lesson to give;        
 it matters no more, But to love, feel and forgive.