a figure in the mirror blurred vision and she screams WHO ARE YOU inaudible crying makes her ears ring violently and only in silence jaws clenched in fear of blindness she prays to the Gods nobody agrees with begging for an identity to quiet the chaos she's praying for glue something to stick tired and sick of the nausea for no reason give her a reason just a meal that lasts long enough to end the hunger the peddle that drives her to change over and over again in search of a mask just something to satisfy a name to call herself she begs to bloom she begs to hatch to let her be born into herself for once to end the cycle to be not the picture painted by others drawn with crayon pencils outside the lines and in all the wrong colours
touch my face and feel my gut it's knotted up, punctured and twisted with knives of lovers lost look at me with shame and forget me no longer call me by my name, brother i'm barren from the child i chose not to let be yet still swollen from the emptiness stepping on nails, sharp as i pace back and forth tattered soles and tattered souls can't overcome the obstacle without proper shoes end my suffering with a needle or two let ooze the regretful sorrow that feeds on my sanity drain the abscess that is my conscience my conscious mind it throbs beneath my skin and whispers secrets from ****, ear to ear on sunny days tiny voices and threatening reminders of crimes not yet repented committed in fear of solitude ways to escape unknown, unwanted negligent to what could be because the what is distracts me traps me i must first love myself to be loved by you everyday is a chance to recreate we know that our limbs grow longer ingesting opportunity but hear me when i shout to you from the asphalt the world unwillingly grows smaller and smaller and chances are slimmer, slander ensures luck be eradicated because pieces of us have been amputated
In reflection of my observational experience with the community of addicted individuals living on the streets of downtown Vancouver, I attempted to put myself in the shoes of the less-privileged to help me understand the cyclical, inescapable lifestyle so many struggle with everyday in our country.
fell in love with yesterday's smile a photo at the beach its thousand words i wished to hear you speak though they not went unheard by these eager ears and hungry eyes i was famished by the need for you my lonely heart throbbed an unfamiliar rhythm a silent mating call and i heard you then, too mind flooded with premonition and demolition of heinous memories of previous torturers employed by heaven to learn me something worthy of heirloom wisdom for my time and for the times to come fell in love with yesterday's smile before our faces met your photo at the beach spoke to me in languages not of my mother its words transcend the time i worship for now what i worship is you
little white envelope sealed with a promise just like the others open to find means to a better end no bitter ends will you let begin colourful notes meant to read i love you words not easily spoken through clenched teeth jaws locked rusted with time years spent unhinged uncontrolled spoiled words spoken between lips unforgiving winds their destruction still left to rebuild tension releases by passing annum moments spent in silence make way for healing and days left to heal with you are unknown days left are precious words are simple beholden to their potential barriers thin but exist nonetheless not in contempt but in habit detox made easier by bullet holes ghosts of past attempts to infiltrate your kingdom of fatherhood
you'd not have imagined that you'd spend ten years relying on daydreams to subdue the numbness of sleepless nights and endless battles within your own mind and your own heart and many men who said they were but weren't the one until he looked at you through blue eyes familiar and unfamiliar as if you were looking right back at yourself loving unconditionally forgiving unconditionally healing unconditionally like the saviour that his eyes had promised he'd be to you with every blink and hand in hand he will deliver you to his heaven and you will never again see a greener pasture
he plays the song for you that makes your hips dance and that makes you feel like a goddess his fingers ****** the treble chords of the instrument between the folds of your womanhood the beat of his tune is synchronized with the rhythm of your heart pounding melodies against your chest he reaches out to you with hungry eyes that make you beg for more before he has even begun his body locked in yours like a puzzle piece only one possible match could fit you this well.
she approached at the door of our fortress wielding her weapon of love forged in tears and old flame drawn and ready to strike you retrieve you imprison you overthrow me though she'll never know, your panic dazzled her intentions and hidden from within the closet i trembled in the darkness in fear and in anger awaiting her judgment and i cursed you for the curse you had put on me the same curse she had put on you i swore that she'd been your best kept secret when in fact, your best kept secret was me