A beautiful soul
So lovely a lady
Gone from the world
But not from my heart
These words I speak
Your ear will never hear
Tragedy struck at so young an age
My anger runs deep
Rage burns within
So beautiful your soul
Now floats above
My hearts in pieces
I cried that day
First time in awhile
For a moment I was you
Enduring the struggle
Shedding the tears
Feeling the pain
As the time grew short
Your last breath drawn
Peace replaced the fear in your eyes
Your tortured soul released from its earth bound prison
Memories I hold of you both good and bad
Will remain with me for eternity
Your soul finally resting
My rage is subsiding
Words never said to your living ear
I feel your spirit listening
Forever with me you will remain
My beautiful sister
Katesia Marshae Weathers
(Sept 14, 1980- Oct 27, 2007)
I love you
RIP

We are liars
We are beautiful and privileged
We are cracked and broken
A tale of love and romance
A tale of tragedy
Which are lies?

god, i forgot how much i loved you until i was with you again. until i felt your fingers drawing me closer to you, your breath on my lips, hot on my pale ghost skin, your voice whispering words in the language you made just for us to understand. there are galaxies hidden in the space behind your ribs, i can feel them with each inhale you exhale, taste them in the back of your throat. your thumb traces circles across my hand, like rings around saturn, and you know i revolve around you like that too. you are planet earth and i am the moon, you are beautiful and i will only ever shine for you.

Oh, what a beautiful world
We live in,

Colors are white-washed, filtered and cauterized,
Perfume is liberally used
The corpse of a doll could smell
like roses and fresh laundry.

Are we color-blind? Can we only see grey?
Perhaps the truth would be so blinding
It would take away even that.

I don't care
Who you are
But
I just thought
You ought to know
That you are beautiful
And wanted in this world
And you mean a lot
To many people
So please,
Just remember
That I love you
So go **love yourself

empty lakes and
barren streets try
to keep me inside

detached from the
land of detachment
tired eyes cold coffee

sun of light but no
warmth the constant
buzz of renovation

call it limbo call it
boring it stands here
the middle of the end

a running projector with
no film left the encroaching
white space passive sadness

screams are not heard they
are never voiced but they
are there under the material

She's locked herself in her room again,
"Honey come out"
"No, I want to be alone, just leave me alone."
For days she doesn't want to come out.
Not to eat.
Blocks out everyone.
It's becoming natural for people to forget her.
But why? She's so beautiful.
Maybe she feels she's not.

You tell me I'm beautiful,
pretty,
gorgeous,
But why?
Because you are not tricking me,
But only yourself,
You think,
"If I tell her she's beautiful, maybe I will grow to believe it too."
Well sweetheart, it is working?
You ignore the flaws of my body, my face,
Only to deceive your own mind,
Because if you saw my flaws you might no longer love me,
You chose to ignore my acne,
Because if you didn't, you're afraid you would leave,
You chose to ignore my protruding chin when I smile,
Because you wish you had someone who could smile sunlight rays,
You chose to ignore the redness in my skin,
Because you want to believe what matters is within,
But is it working dear boy?
The more you use the word beautiful,
Does it make you any more confident being around someone who's not?