Kay Meraz

Kay Meraz Sep 2012

One day,
This will
All be
But a
Faded memory.

I was in Chicago, and i was hoping the feeling would last.

Kay Meraz Sep 2012

Gladys, One Day You'll Prove Them Wrong.

Misunderstood, even by the ones closest to her.
The pain I see in her eyes,
I'll never apprehend.
Everyday struggles overpower
the smile she forces herself to wear.
The song in her core
yearns to be heard,
but remains reticent.
Her courage to take on the next day
with the weight of the world on her back,
and a glimmer of HOPE,
animates my broken heart.

about my cousin, who struggles everyday, but always keeps a beautiful smile on her face, and remains positive for the rest of us.

Kay Meraz Sep 2012

not there. (10w)

wet** morning,
i turn to you,
and you're not there.

Kay Meraz Sep 2012

you're beautiful.

why am I unfulfilled?
have I not enough?
why am I this way now, and not the way he found me?
I have his attention, his compassion, i have everything,
yet,
                                I find myself with
                                                    wandering
                                                                                                                 eyes.
he loves my body,
   my smile,
   my mind,
more than I love myself.
why is it that when I see myself in the mirror,
all I see is
   disappointment?
where is this gorgeous woman he speaks of?
i never see her.
   but he's right you know,
he knows he's right,
     you know I know he's right
when he says:
"the second another man tells you,
You're Beautiful,
you'll believe him"
and I do.

Kay Meraz Sep 2012

in our eyes.

in your eyes,
you quench my thirst.
in my eyes,
i lay you fiercely.
in our eyes,
we await copulation placidly.
but the walls can see
the cryptic message,
of the iniquity we are to take part in,
and in our eyes we
accept the forfeit.

Kay Meraz Sep 2012

miles away.

laying down,
i felt the calidity between my thighs.
my hands portrayed Yours,
fingers linger around black lace.
Wanted Your lips to hit the brink of mine,
but my hunger was left unsatisfied.
i thought of You, silly of me.
imagination
took
me
to
the
summit.
that was all, in the Utopia i moved You in,
where i can feel Your strokes from miles away.

Interpol made me do it.

Kay Meraz Jun 2012

I also had a dream.

waking up, hating that i had woken up.
going on, and on
                                   about how unfair my life was.
i'd gotten used to second guessing myself.
                                  These were my thoughts,
                                  during sunshine, and during darkness.
This was my life.

Driving down the interstate.
                                      Going 70, on the icy 94.
                                      About an inch of fluffy snow,
Oh how they love it.

Adrenaline pumping the blood in my veins.
                                   A shout, here and there.
                                    Shifting side to side.
Eyes opened wide.

But could this be?, how can it be?,
                                     Had I yelled so much I forgot
                                     To listen to the road calling me?
Was this light post the last thing I'd see?

"Is this how it is to be dead?"
                                     I dont know who I was asking.
                                     With the feel of fretfulness coming over me.
"I dont know what to do now".

"Please God!, I'm Sorry!, I'm just So Sorry!,
                                     but I cant die!, I cant leave my daughter alone,
                                      In this cruel World"
But no one responded.

"Please dont leave me alone with my thoughts"
                                         I pleaded over and over and over.
                                         That never ending feeling of despair,
Made me realize...

That-
            was
                     my
                           Hell.