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Keiko Larrieux Feb 2010
Contradiction drums
Waiting and listening
I hear mellow hums

A warm piece of cake
****** in taste

I’ve described one or two
Everyday  
More than twice
Up all night

Always forever
I will see  
Maybe in R.E.M
Maybe in my sleep
Some of them are shallow
Some of them are deep

Contradiction drums
Waiting and listening
I hear mellow hums

Millions and billions I see
Many of them in the distance
Knowing there will be
Never enough in existence
Keiko Larrieux Feb 2010
I sweat deep warmth
In the grouchy storm
Because my body’s worn

In a cold dress
Captured
In a melting mess

Sized from ignorance
I peel labels
Torn through significance

I reveal the stress
But given this test
All the cut feathers
And opened chests
My instabilities
Cause me to digress
Keiko Larrieux Feb 2010
Medals are bestowed upon my frame
My attendance convinces me of the same

Rubber bands snap
I clap for myself
Rewarding my shelf

Green lit boxes tell me about progress
Who do you think are?
Red lit boxes?
Stop the squad car.

Catalysts become coupled
Into sweaty grains
All sounds are muffled

Pollution second handed me my life
I can’t breathe.
Bronchial ****** with a knife
Keiko Larrieux Feb 2010
Cold stairs inside of bricks
Breathing fire outside of sticks
You don’t like it when I look like this?
Different? Logical?

My face
Warm with blood
Filled with your majesty
Patient like a flood

Never the same
Bored by the ******
You orchestrated
My body maimed

Slamming at justice
Cherishing the gaveled
My life opened in envelopes
Sealing the unraveled

I address you correctly
In a bench of lies
You sit embarrassed
Everyone watching your eyes

A signed order
Sealed with my truth
Wrongly justified
Like a deafening light

Whispering from the fright
Crushing the gavel
Normalized contempt
Justice is now exempt.
Keiko Larrieux Feb 2010
This is the only place were I can recognize me
Maybe?
I look in the mirror and there.
You aren’t.
You are washed up and dry
Peaceful and without pride
Dying inside

My outside is what I see
Only physical in the light
-My insides-
“They desire me.”
Some people think we are one and the same.

I hear the person that I will be.
He calls my name…
Waiting for me to choose the paths…
I am a torn beast.
Unreconciled and sometimes dangerous
Waiting on myself and then moving quickly.
Desperate by nature

Is anyone there?
There is only me
The rules aren’t fair
Someone punches me.

I arrive here.
I look up.
Staring at the animal I see
Maybe it isn’t?

Surely
My insides spill out.
Vomiting my thoughts; releasing everything.

I look up.
There I am.
Keiko Larrieux Feb 2010
Lock the faces
With a look of shame
Drudges and spaces
Places of pain

I’m sorry you died
I never got to see you
I’m sorry you died
I never got to meet you

After long years
I’m caught with no response
Tripped by delusion
And trapped with confusion

Lock the faces
With a look of shame
Drudges and spaces
Places of pain
Keiko Larrieux Feb 2010
It doesn’t matter what I think
My head driven into water
I want memories to sink

My angel wings clipped
Forced into a participation
It was draconian experimentation

He is the wretched force
An intimidate inclination
He wants to find the source
Of ultimate liberation
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