railroad tie crucifixions
death of the working man
pinned down hands
dry desert prayers
empty and vast

an idol on the rise
tv dreams and corporate schemes
a ****** crown of broken homes
marching through cities
a real new years parade

big business charts rise
as the sky starts to fall
young women want equality
young men are sick of playing pretend
where are the real guns

Medicated
Let me write
Trail your spine
With ink tonight

Ink of lust,
Love
Tongue as pen
Let me write
Until the end

Let me dot
Commas, indent
Let me chapters
Novels
Let
Me with print
And script
To write
Let me so
That
I just might

Fall asleep
In fairytale
There upon
A wishing well
There in curve
Upon your back
That I, your heartbeat
Ticker tack
Dreaming, lulled
By every beat
Let me write
So I may sleep

To Awaken
Wrapped
Within your arms
A story of
A lover's charm
And so a kiss
A silent stare
Let me write
So I may care
So I may softly
Linger there
High upon your every kiss

Medicated
Blissful
This
Writing
Please just let me write
So I May
Whisper
Sweet good nights
Till dawn
Till Sun
Sweet rain doth fall
And fog
Does tease
No thoughts, no more
Let me write

The end.....

©MV

My face consumed with  
                acne due to PCOS.
My chubby belly, even though
                I'm trying my best to lose.
My dry hands, that no matter
                how much lotion I put on
                                               won't stay soft.
My frizzy hair that I try
                   my best to tame.
My calves, that are too big to
                     fit into "normal" calf sized
                                                           ­  boots.
My heart that gets hurt time and time
                      again but puts itself back together
                                                        ­                 each time.
My mind that cares too much for the
                       ones who wouldn't do the same for me.
                              
                              ­ I'm trying to love  myself.

what do you do when you can't do anything right
when you try so hard to be that flawless being
that one person everyone adores
but you only seem to mess everything up
and hurt people you love

what do you do
when the one thing you want
is so unattainable
and your passions in life
are too unrealistic

what do you do
when you only let people down
like a setting sun that never rises
like a shot just shy of the target

what do you do when you are close
but never quite there
always just a second choice
never the priority
because i can't do it anymore
and there only seems to be one option
out

s.s

you became the moon,
the stars
the sun
you became the universe

when the universe suddenly says goodbye
all life dies
including mine.

.
If our eyes
Should latch
Whilst pretending
To gaze unconcerned,
On some inconsequential street
Into days with sun and rainbows,
Dandy as lions on fields of praise,
Magical in bluish skies, mysterious
As eyes grasping without guile nor plan
Nor pains, then we might love as birds low,
Sing above, then we might truly be, become
Alive in the light of another lone, pining star
Under the infinite, shining, unruly heavens.

Behold!
that drawing in
                 of breath
                         a minty
              entanglement
   of starlit senses
How they curl
       like the opposite
               of smoke
over the very
insides
     of my
           earthen throat
                         crackle of
       autumnal breezes          
whooshing through
like a beacon
And in that
split-second
right before
deep freeze
my molecules
   rise and fall
       in the rhythm
            of snowflakes
each one a
unique entity
   dusting the
            solid soil
                with loamy richness
                    and simultaneous
              feather impressions    
           of relief
Now
like silk draped
alabaster
I am cooled
Like sweet
        river water
  I flow
       rocked by
the slow
churn of
growing freedom
             that alights my pores
arises in tender
stillness
     through the
          looming forests
           of my skin
              penetrates the
                  unseen journey of
                     my night
                 as demulcent
          and persistent
as the balmy petals  
of a
   raging,
fiery
    bloom