stoop side you sit
fallen angels with broken knees,
40 ounce amber galaxies &
palms of prayer on an open mirror.

The benefactive is Columbian is
endless stairs on roofless buildings, is your
cracked knuckles of powdered meaning —
metallic shifts in the parking lot holy
begging thunder to threat everything
at once,

so then you can forget.

You prayed for all the wrong pronunciations
& when you sleep demons graffiti epistles
on the walls of your exposed chest.

'The End' I sigh 'is near'
I fear
I'm high
And my love is gone.

London's maze, and then
August love
A faze
But now my love is gone.

The sea in me
Is icy & free
But my tears- are still
And now this man is gone.

I need him more now, but
Then I don't
No eros,
No love
Nor passion
My soul- once sweet, is gone.

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean a three way hole,
Being a girl,
Means to be admired and respected as a whole..

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that getting married is your goal,
Being a girl,
Means to be whatever your heart says to your soul..

Being a girl
Doesn't mean that (just) as a mother, wife or girlfriend is your role..
Being a girl,
Means that you need to prove yourself as a diamond in the mine of coal..

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that entire your life you need to stay a tadpole..
Being a girl,
Means that you need to develop into a frog before getting ole..

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that you are the negative of the dipole,
Being a girl,
Means that - you need to take your life's control..

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean to accept your worth to be ***** and *****,
Being a girl,
Means to accept your beauty, not just the duty,

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that you can be a heroine just in the movie..
Being a girl,
Means that you can be a superhero in real life - you can be a ruby!

So it seems
morning light
comes softly
after rain
floating over thorns
and spikes
of pain
chisled metals
come to be
softly brushed
bristles
of silken needles
sharpened thistles
and I can release
my balloon heart
a bit up
to skies
and let the cool
air kiss its
surface quiet
In the daylight
At least clouds
do not always
burst from
layered peaks
at least
tears
do not push
one over rough
and common edges
at least whispers
haunt in a space
more softly,
kindly
expanding back
the walls
of a vision once
limited

Fact or fiction?

You spin such wonderful tales
and I am caught
like a tiny spider
Lured into my own web
as well as yours
How I wish I could know
whether the stories
that dizzy and stun me
are true..for they intoxicate me
like the finest wine

How I wish I could be
wrapped up in the layers
of that soft, spongy web
you spin round my heart
Protecting me from life's hurts
But at this point
I cannot know whether the
Sweet sting
Is that of poison
Or elixir
manacle or miracle
old wives' tale
or fairy tale come true
and if I struggle to break free
whether I will be relieved
that I got away
or crushed
that I have lost
this silvery wisp
of a chance
forever