We swam under dusk Faces lit by moonlight Scavenging for scars So bountiful they are. I lost you in the coral Guarded by ***** – threatening with Their huge claws. Eels flashing rows of white teeth, Cutting tendons. And I could not put up a fight Swallowing the blood in my throat, I ran. My bare feet cut by shells and scales My watery grave This mockery of us.
Love owes him proof And guarantees written down Or so he believes His eyes caught by Flies attracted to bright, White lights in the subway So sober and grim How could anything, Or someone, ever Feel the same for him.
I had a date. On the way home I saw these flies attracted to an **** lamp.
So many things to look at – pretty Girls with short hair, long hair, Brunettes and blondes Short and tall – they have secrets They’ve got them all
The nice ones, too stuck on plans To ever be free, college and marriage Is all the dreams the see The tall ones, those with Beautiful smiles and smoking bodies Their lights blotted out by insecurities
But who of them will look through me And who can see the person That I’d truly wish to be
I stand here, waiting for something In between it all; someone who Sees me for that which I am A girl that doesn’t run from the skeletons In my Titanic-sizes closet
And doesn’t die from boredom When I sit still, when times get calm But I’ve been here before And I loved my time here, yet How could I even sit still With the cries I hear at night
I'm clueless as to how to fall in love I think it should have happened At this point, or maybe even long before My mouth and lips are on someone’s thighs The cheap guitar I own, neglected in the corner
You and me, for now, is all there is It won’t last long Until I won’t see you Just like you never Truly saw me.
A poem about my ability to misjudge others instead of giving them a chance.
White sneakers and t-shirts With the dumbest prints An Hawaii shirt on occasion Joyful tales; a fool I make So broken it looks like art This high life is my lie life Pink skin (but veins so black) Like sugar so sweet This ****** blues.
Sometimes I cry alone Other times I do nothing Nothing at all Once I did a lot – in one day But it wasn’t me Went back inside Closed the curtains Opened ‘em: it was pouring And I loved it Skies and gods wept Along with me Staring outside, longing For everything And one day I wished I wrote a song for Sienna Who I never knew But loved for nothing more Than two sounds, combined Into melody.