Met an angel in an alley,
I'm sure all angels snort dust.
She told me she was lost.

I pointed towards the nearest ditch and said,
"Sweetheart, go home"

the girl with the blue hair
bled outside of the lines
like the overdose of colour in the
comics that she read.
big eyes and
big lips - the girls on the pages
had hearts for eyes and tears
of fat diamonds.
their sadness so precious.
their affection spans shaped
like rainbows in the
big big blue.

she liked all the colours.
the girl with the blue hair
painted her lips
in the new york cold for
life should be livid, life should
be vivid.
and she
wanted the colours
inside of her blue.

like inking a sketch she
filled herself up.
i was silent when this meant
she threw herself at countless walls
to call
the carnage 'art' -
see how

the girl with the blue hair
became an artist.

I hate the boys that look at you on the street and believe you are wonderful for one moment
When I am thinking of you always
And drive for hours to see your face.
I hate the things they say to you
About your hair
Your clothes
Your body
When they think that they deserve it,
That you owe them something,
And I can't even form one word to tell you when you look beautiful.
I can't be meant for you.
I can't be who you need
But can I be wrong if I don't flinch when you reach for me?

The silence beams from the moons iridescent rays,
gentle paws pad up my bed to lay,
a calming ambience I pray will stay,
but once again the voices flow my way.

12 am the door creaks wide,
at first, your love is seen in wide smiles and open stares,
your kisses like a miracle to my tired exhausted eyes,
prayers creep up my tongue unable to even register my own voice in the midst of this loving embrace,
but still, I know what's coming.

I am unable to enjoy your love at this hour,
unable to see what you see or feel what you feel
because oh lord I know what's coming.

As his adoration waivers and his thunder settles in a storm is coming.
Your tears spill showers, rolling down broken hills unable to end because the words you hear so cruel you have begun to believe, yet still... you love him.

As your voices intertwine like grapes on a vine, beauty and magnificence I cannot seem to find because I know what's coming.
Your heart swells wide with hope inside, I search desperately to find where it hides, you see I know what's coming.

These brains are spun on drunken dreams, you look to him with such love it's unimaginable to conceive how the man who receives is him.
And when the voices scream, the streams become oceans filling up your hollowed valleys.

And they don't subside, not until the red grapes bloom a corsage on your cheekbones, anger lost in translation as love. And when you die a little bit inside, still you don't seem to find what's coming.

When your oceans become mine, my whimpers become a crime,
because somehow his love becomes more important than mine,
just please find inside what's coming.

Just like the flow of a thought
Our story coherently played out
Each event like an intention ought
To float on a wave of doubt

Crashing on the shore of memory
It was foamy and filled with greenery
And the birds did feed on its nutrition
And words written in the sand, destruction

Of very moments that were sweet
     Now washed clean as a sheet

She is the calm before the storm
one deep breath of her cool scent
and her foreshadow
will send chills over your skin

She is the rain
her cold drop on your lashes
will remind you
of the things you did to her

She is the thunder
her voice filled with pain
seeps inside you
like the time she tried to die

She is the lightening
her brightness so quick
it is gone
before you can see her shine

She is the storm
that dances
never complete

A sheet of white satin
Half covers her curves
Her back is exposed
And my passion stirs

The rising sun’s rays
Set her contours aglow
She’s sleeping half naked
And my urges grow

The arc of her back
Exposes her spine
Each dimple and ridge
Make her look divine

Her arm, raised above her
Entangled in hair
Displaying a breast
At her ******, I stare

This sheet of white satin
Clings to hip and to cheek
Beneath it the treasure
That I must now seek

She’s just laying there
Asleep, so sublime
My temperature’s rising
I hope she’ll be mine

The rise of her hip
Its treasure below
I’m burning inside
Its pleasures to know

That sheet of white satin
Drapes just her backside
I must get closer
So towards her I slide

I stretch out my arm
Such a tentative reach
So sad an attempt
To, that white satin breach

I entice the white satin
To slip from her cheek
Exposing her buttock
It’s the crevice I seek

I sense she is stirring
I’m frozen with fear
Close my eyes tight
So asleep to appear

When I open my eyes
Not a thing in my bed
Just a sheet of white satin
It was all in my head
BOEMS BY JA 442

I’m sorry for wearing your
shoulders down,
for wearing a rusted crown this entire time,
for disguising this threadbare throne,
I promise I’ll make every
burden of yours my own,
I’ve said you’ve ran from me
and I’ve held it against you,
there's no haste,
I understand
I've seen it second to you
and thirdhand,
and instead of servitude
I see aptitude,
you will escape,
sometime's instead of
pulling through the vice grips
you have to spin the other way,
I understand

theres nothing vein
in putting your pain before,
you’ve stopped running
yet when trouble tramples
as hard as it has,
the footprints are in cement,

it's easy turning a blind eye
to a mirror when the reflection
is a projection seen before,
I'll stay tight in vice
and keep my laces loose.