Forever and always she made herself stand,
holding on to nothing but an ever-fleeting hand
Relentlessly holding an already shattered man
She blinded herself with his over-sized fans
 
Impressively outspoken she was nothing like them,
she allowed herself to simply comprehend
Always will you assume that which you "know,"
but please understand, this wasn't any puppet show
 
Never before had she really understood,
rhetorically she screamed at the deafening looks
Praying for more then a stiff right hook,
asking her nicely to move more than a foot
 
Bending and curling, spinning and twirling,
her mother never dreamed one day she'd be swerving
silver-tongued, smooth as they come,
she found a puppet master with more ammo then guns
 
One by one he strung them through,
he controlled every move she tried to pursue
Never did he think his strings could fall loose
One day they did and he was left with a noose
 
Puppet Master, haven't you heard?
You cannot put strings on this wild bird
She'll shake and **** until she comes untied
And when she gets out she'll stay out for life
 
Tiny dancer, break free of his song,
you knew you could do better, all along
Remember its true, just believe you are strong
And never again can they tell you 'it's wrong.'
 
Don't stress the small stuff, just move on
His strings are hers, and you're better off
Believe what you say and say it every day
The book can't continue if you don't flip the page

Do you see the reflection of my face?

It is red. Simply red.

I care not to change it, it can be red

If red is what it would like to be.



Unreadable red—the stereo type

Of love and of passion.

I am sick of such redness—

This red I am not.



Can you see my fight inside?

It is orange, simply orange.

It is fiery and weird—

The orange place I have not explored



Orange, orange is my indecision

Orange peels in my place

In my burlap stomach

Orange my guilt.



Can you see the light on my chest?

It is yellow, simply yellow.

Yellow like sun in January

When grey passes.



Joyous yellow, where marigolds play

Where milk is churned to hope

And where smiles wade,

I roll in yellow.



Can you see the rage in my eyes?

It is green, simply green.

Green like emerald glens

And raggy earth.



Seductive green, my flute

My dancing color

In gentle waving grass

My green bed lies.



Can you see my shallow cheek?

It is blue, simply blue.

Blue like frost bitten morning,

All a’ sparkle



Patient blue, the color by which

My skin is velvet.

Blue interrupting my eyes—

Inconsiderate blue.



Do you see my sagging arms?

They are purple, simply purple.

Purple like complacence.

My purple love.



Pristine purple, holding on

To all it tends

My confidence, sweet,

Dearest purple.

From the age of 7 to yesterday

I wanted to be a magician

I wanted to saw people in half

And make friends with tigers

I wanted so badly

To own the smoke and mirrors

That distorted the world in front of me

It was in my blood

This house was built on rigged floorboards

I can fall from any height when the rug is pulled

And land safely

I am practiced in

Slight of hand

And slight of tongue

My voice is a distraction

Only convincing because of the

Way it builds

Causing whoever is listening

To expect something magical to happen

         Hocus Pocus

It really is magic to think that time and time

Again

You’ll listen

And believe me

There is nothing up my sleeve

I am still trying to find stitches

Big enough to reattach the parts of you

I sawed away

And hammers big enough to smash the mirrors I used

To lie about the way we look when we’re together

And the smoke

So much smoke building

Like a fire that was never meant to be put out

There is a fire escape

Right behind the trap door

To this whole thing

You know my tricks

You know all my secrets

You’ve fanned through all the pages of my work

Just know

You can leave any time

Right over there

Next to my pens and my poetry

Past the loose floorboards

And the hanging body of my last assistant

Is the EXIT sign

My wish is a kiss,
And nothing more.
Because when I look in to your eyes,
I can't help but adore.

My wish is a kiss,
And maybe your love.
Because I'll never leave your side,
Or be a "never was".

My wish is a kiss,
And to take your hand.
To see the beauty in your eyes,
As I slip on this band.

My wish is a kiss,
Before you will depart.
Because even though you're gone,
You'll remain in my heart.

So here I kneel today,
With tears in my eyes.
Your grave in my arms,
And flowers at my sides.

My wish isn't a kiss,
Or even a band.
It's to have you here,
Holding my hand.