Splashing around
Droplets of sound
Pranging and cooing
So small and so round!

Watching as a bubble floats,
Sailing boats in spiralling stairs,
Then a...
Pop and a whoosh!!
Stabbed by a bush.
No pointed piercing change in
Lanes of misunderstood would,
They find me kindly or
blindly cane-trace
A
    P
     A
    R
   T
H
Into my name.

I would have judged you
In that moment.
Between breaths.
When the hesitation spoke for you,
I would have judged you,
But I choked on my bitter rebukes
And started to drown
In the aftermath of it all.
I would have judged you
If there had been no need to judge myself

Tall towers,
Twinkling lights,
Tiny windows,
Tinier eye sights,
The Tall Tower Irony,
Is sad but true,
You are judged,
By quite a few.

In the black, humid tunnels of clouded vision
where pipers are paid to hush calamity
and the souls of skeletons adhere to forbidden
pushing whispers of thought's public opinion.

The alluring alley of cowardly escapades
alters narrow minds and their sinuous route
like bipolar magnets fluxing compass charades,
coordinates spin during times of solitude.

To dampen the thunder in mental basements
brewing like home-kit craft beers,
the lightning strikes and fear laments
after an ****** of resentment.

Gathered in a dark night,
Because there lies fantasy of the final judge, my beloved servant,
The skyline set before a calm sunset is a clear memory, stained.
Like flowers, we rise and fall through life's misery.
Dream on- I love you, my dear servant, cling on to my wings,
For a world we see is true, what we manifest, is simply true devilry,
What I'll build you is a castle of crystal starlight.
Ready the flames of misery, slice through fate and shape the world,
My devil's angel, lean on to me, be by my side,
Ah, take hold of me and fly with me, through this spring dream,
Ah, believe our dream and don't let go; and I tie our fates,
Ah, the answer sought by this world's end is but a mystical square,
Ah, cascade through this thrilling, lingering, sweet darkness,
I will fill it with falling stars; like the snowfall to make it brighter,
Forgotten by heaven and hell, a kingdom forms in pandemonium,
Voving affection, does not only lead us to light, but will save all,
Take my hand, for the love of light is for all to bear.

~ Umi

Restrictions
I’m *******, Caged Dead
Caged Sick
Caged Confused

I’m shackled to the words of the Old
That bind me
To a life I do not want
Blind me
In a fruitless rage

I see colors in dull hues when you remind me
Of all I cannot be
Because I am Me

I feel the panic
Static in my mind and brain
I go insane at your words
“Because you’re a girl”
I’d much rather you **** me
‘Cause those words constrict me
Suffocate me
Make me wish for death as I drown helplessly in your judgement

Oh Judge Jury and Executioner!
Have mercy
I do what you say
I am what you think you want
Please leave me alone
I am pleading
Down on my knees, hands clasped
Have mercy!

I do what you want, when you want, how you want
I limit my questioning so you don’t shout out those dreaded words
“Because you’re a girl”
They are the noose
Slowly wrapping itself around my neck
A coiling, winding, unwinding snake

Come on
Is this really what you want?
Panic and anarchy inside of me
As the tears flow down my eyes, into my throat to drown me

I watch as you fill up my lungs with concrete
And expect me not to bleed from the inside out

Well I am all out of blood
I am dead, I am done
I’ve been buried alive
Go find your next victim.

What am I to you?


What am I to you?  Which words do you hear?
When I speak only truth and face my fears.
What am I to do, when I don’t know what comes next?
If this is all we are, then what is left?


What am I to you, if not an impostor?
What am I to do, to become even clearer?
What doesn’t ring true, when you view my minds picture?
I follow no footsteps and I am no leader.


I walk in solitude, wary of facing a deceiver.
I am what I am; I am my own special creation.
Breathe into me, so I can take you into my heart
And not be left here alone feeling vacant.


Devoid of empathy and lacking understanding;
Who am I to complain to you, when I am winning!?
Who are you to judge me?  I am unworthy of a glance;
But the fire in my hands will breathe new life into your romance.


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