sierra

sierra Feb 2013

I steal things
your thoughts
your time
your heart
its funny because people hate it when you steal things
especially when they don't notice until your gone

sierra Feb 2013

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if i could
       i would take that smile
       and inject it directly into my bloodstream

my parents warned me about drugs in baggies
       sold on the street
but never the ones
         with teeth
         and a heartbeat

-MM

i didn't write this poem and I don't know the author except their initials are MM

sierra Jan 2013

Burning

She wanted to be a child of the wind and the sea
a tornado leaving everything in its wake changed
to burn so bright that when she finally exploded
people would be left speechless

The trouble was not staying too long
because a twister over land slowly dies
it needs the salty sea air and turbulent winds
change can be the only constant

when the fire begins to grow
people start to run, a silent acknowledgment of
the flames that are already peaking from her hair
*burning burning burning

sierra Jan 2013

Blood, Lies, and Your Eyes

the sickness rises in my chest
we continue in this gruesome dance
my hands become covered in blood and lies
the things i see when i look in your eyes

i scrub and scrub
but the marks remain
as long as I continue to scream your name
as long as I beg you to drive me insane

sierra Jan 2013

Ocean Desert

I drink water
seven bottles a day
but I'm still thirsty.

My body disintegrating
rearranging into pieces
while I watch the swirls they make.

Circles growing and growing
things go in but nothing comes out
everything is salt.

sierra Jan 2013

A speck of dust grew

Someone must have built it
leaving no trace or proof.
Some other thing must have existed
for this is reality.
It's existance is proof!

snow snow snow
trickling down
swirling around
was it dropped by mysterious hands?
no.

So why not this igloo too
perhaps a big bang
a speck of dust grew
if no one created earth
why not this igloo too

sierra Dec 2012

3 in the morning telephone calls

When I heard his voice I thought it could be the same
that the toy I put on a shelf would always be mine
but after I had wiped the dust off
I discovered it was really you
alive
and you had moved
so I put you on the shelf again
and promised not to pick you up
because next time the cracks from when I dropped you
will cut my fingers