Conversing,
Conversing,
Conversing -
seen 11:05pm
Typing,
Typing,
Typing.
Delete,
Delete,
Delete.
Too busy to say bye.
Leave,
Leave,
Leave.
*******.
Let me cool down.
I don't want to talk with you right now.

There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.

'Young lady, why is your poetry so dark?'
I don't know good sir, it's probably because I have my insides at war.

We turn blind in faith
war for religion

stick stiff
to own belief

give gods name
invoke them

and our dogma goes so far
as to turn us

executioner.

You see her walk fearless
as she let the wind cary her
Her smile makes your heart beat faster and faster
She look as if she could fly above the ground and up to the clouds
You want to feel her soft pink lip right under yours
Her mouth makes the perfect O
The deep dark brown color of her eyes looking right through you
You just want to take her by the waist and kiss her
She is like an angel brought straight from heaven
You would pay dimes and nickels just to have her
But when you see her with the boy next door your face is flush with anger and sadness you would love her more than he would
The girl is more than on fire, SHE IS FIRE!!!!!!

be tender of words
and
tender of hearts,

be strong, be kind,
forgive us, them,
forgive them, us,
yourself as well,
for ours are walls
needy for overcoming,
and yours are too oft
too high

lives of tasks and taskmasters,
these oft self-appointed,
responsibilities - rocket-******
upon shoulders of mortal materials
uneven for and unintended
for the job
of carrying the world...

and yet,
we do
carry you, carry the world,
imperfect and scourged,

those self-righteous,
beheaders be wary,
I will not atone for you,
I will speak no tenders for you,
on this day of forgiveness,
there is none