I can't help but imagine
What it feels like to be monogamous
Unfortunately for me,
My loyalty is infamous
I swim in circles between lovers,
If I could, I would mend them all
And create a morphed partner
But I can't have one world,
I like them all,
From the artisans, to the country folk
Short, big, thin and toned or tall
I'm a wreck at my best, with that there's no doubt
I guess I'll just keep going,
Time will figure it all out

Shine it up good, and wear it like you own it, and always be cautious of not knowing it, now start owning it......

Never back down, because being cautious, makes me nauseas.....

She was like the forest
cold & whispering your name
by the wind
although her depths were
something that
only the bravest ones
ever dared to appreciate
she became so rainy & tempestuous
for she couldn't truly feel herself
she felt as cold as winter &
then she took her last breath
and with your name on her
flying leaves & thick branches
she ripped herself apart
then there was a river
a crimson flow
so risky to approach
yet beautifully tempting
and those who once
came by to appreciate her beauty &
her vivid deep green
were now so scared of her that
they thought she wanted to swallow 'em whole
how could ever she?
she had ripped herself apart
only to see & feel
her own depths
which once she believed
were way too shallow
for someone to enjoy being
around her
but now
how could someone ever
enjoy being around
a dead forest?
she died, but at least
with no doubt
that once
she was alive &
deep.

An everyday masquerade
Where each person dons
A different façade,
Yet are all the same
Because it's all
A feigned version
Of the real,
True being inside.

A sea of faces,
Pressuring you,
To be alike;
You have to be
One of a kind,
Yet those who are
Are outcasted in
Everyday life.

So all wear the
Same mask,
Masking the flaws,
The rawness of it all;
Because of the
Social biases.
A place where
No one can be their
Honest self is
"Society".

A society,
Which in definition
Is a community
Of peoples,
Is no longer so.
There are only
One type of person,
Which all souls
Take host in.

Cateblanche- by me///   Chandelier doll, chaos Victorian, acting as if unaffected! Your syndrome's effected, unbuttoned for others to snap back on. Your hearts in a reservoir, kept tidy, undeciding on what and whom a queen shall choose, gain all, destroy much for it's only you who can lose!
Your jargon words are contracts to enemies. Your sentimental values displayed on men's caves, flaunt your sockets as if rockets take you gliding across bedrock moon! No newspapers no news......
Your cradles been spun, Hysteria's begun since all have left you emptied.. I will meet you at the old time reception, where dinners are feasts! Zephyr's so gentle, so free!!! What's to stop you from menacing innocent schoolers on their way home?
Varieties, there's many. Yet few have life defying glow...
Passover waits for your robust shine, where love is all plentiful, please lover let me not fall behind!!!!

Moonshine........


Ps- sorry all its suppose to be carte Blanche for title ! But before Me poem I accidently put cateblanche lol wrong spelling! Stupid tablet haha!!! ();