I'm already falling. I thought I had a firm grip on the ground but it slipped beneath me with each glance I stole.

I tried to push these feelings away but it's still there. Even when I had my eye on someone else, my head would automatically snap to where you are when I see you coming. Always with that energetic bounce. That deep sing-songy voice.

And when I heard that you like someone else, I feel a stab somewhere inside me. I feel the wound getting deeper. I feel the intense jealousy spreading; like an infectious disease.

Knowing fully well this will end with me picking up the broken pieces of my heart, I let myself fall anyway. I can't seem to have a grip on anything. Believe me, I tried.

Where I am now, it's like when you pull the plug from the drain after filling the tub. How the water gets ****** in like a whirlpool. How helpless. That's how I feel. I can't control these feelings.

-m.b

The strokes of your tongue
could rival those
of a Picasso painting.

Ah, yes,
"Some Gave ALL"
I saw it,
you never have
yet claim it
as your own.
It isn't,
it's mine
and mine alone,
at least here
right now.
And it
wasn't
GIVEN,
nobody GAVE
anything.
It was taken
with force
and violence
dragged
from
screaming
children.
"All gave SOME",
especially those
who saw,
and know,
what "ALL"
means.
You don't.
Wear your patches
and badges
and flags,
while puffing out
your chests
proudly,
in ignorance
of what you say
and believe,
and THINK
you know.
How sad,
your cheers
and ignorance
and jingoist
fervor,
allow more
to give
ALL.
I know,
you don't,
I saw,
you never did,
never will,
chugging your beer
in the club
or the bar,
on a Sunday
afternoon.
Funny what
a simple word
like ALL
can be
and mean
for the few,
as opposed
to the masses,
to the ignorant
and the blind
I wish
at night
that was me.

What's the point?
To life
I mean.

Here, we find
ourselves
following
The crowd.
Doing
as those who came
before.
Why?

Did they know
something,
anything,
about anything?

Mindless
lemmings
are we?

Are we building
something?

We're born,
we live,
we move on.

What do we do?
Who do we follow?
Anyone?
Are they right?
About what?

Seems like the milieu
is out of focus.

Time to evolve.

From a girl whose afraid to come out of her shell,
to this girl who'll conquer her fears for the people.
May you know that you deserve everything that you have,
That you are worthy of praise and love.

Learn to believe in yourself,
that you are talented too.
Keep your feet firmly on the ground,
for that trait your supporters admire.

You deserve happiness,
those beautiful accident.
That happened in just a snap,
and turned your world around.

I wish you good health,
and a person who'll take care of you.
The person that can make you laugh,
even if you don't wanna smile.

You Wrinkle time
When you wink your eye
and I am lost in the furl of it.


You cast streams of flooding light
and I'm lost in the brightness of it.....

You whisker whisper thoughts of dreams
Desire rips her dresses seam.

You seem healing, yet ******

and in my desire for you I find myself giving.

The seed was barren upon the
      creation of breath.

Exhalation of inception voided
      when tears of conception fell crimson.

Soil desolate upon the grain planted deep,
        fields of love parched upon there creations.

and the boy drew a line
with his stubby hands,
feeling the roughness
of the pavement.

and it is his stubbornness,
when his name is called,
he doesn't look back
pretending not to hear.

with dirt on his hands
he watches the sparks slither
into smoke through his mouth
to taste something ominously sweet.

24 March 2017