I wish I could fully express myself in one line.
But I can't, I'm,
discombobulated
and when I think I can get it all together,
I break apart once again.
Who would've thought
that reaching out for happiness,
would turn us mad?

This is what comes to mind when I think of you
   I really hate clichés but sometimes they are proven true
Like a sheep, you were soft, sweet, gentle, and kind
   You seemed so different than the other animals I have left behind
Like a lioness, I watched you from afar
   Then I approached, leaving the door to my heart ajar
Like the enticing wolf, you tricked me into your lair
   We began a game of cat and mouse and I was an active player
One day strangers and the next so intertwined
   I acted from the heart but you from your mind
We got serious a little too fast
   It makes sense something so easy could not last
What does not make sense though are all the things you said
   What was sheep?
   What was wolf?
   Was it all to get me into your cavernous bed?
If that is the case then I am left purring inside
   Why tell me I brought out the best in you?
   Why push your way through?
   Why make me feel special just to waste my time?
How could you say you were trying to make it work while waiting for feelings?
   None of this makes any sense and my brain is just reeling
You were nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing
   That messed with a lioness who will not stand for self-loathing
I can say I do not hate you without the slightest hitch
   But here is another cliché for you, Karma’s a *****

SKIN AND BONES
SCRATCHING AT YOUR DOOR
WHISPERING
"DON'T EAT ANYMORE."
CUT YOUR SKIN
LET THE BLOOD RUN DRY
TEARS COVER YOUR FACE
DON'T TELL THEM WHY.
SAY YOU'RE ALRIGHT
PRETEND THAT YOU'RE FINE
ACT LIKE YOU'RE NOT DYING
DEEP DOWN INSIDE.
BE AN ACTRESS
MAKE THEM BELIEVE
THAT YOU DON'T HAVE MARKS
UNDERNEATH YOUR SLEEVES.
PEOPLE WILL REALIZE
WHEN ITS ALL TOO LATE
YOU'RE ALREADY IN YOUR CASKET
AND THEY'RE DIGGING YOUR GRAVE.

"You could never get mad at me"
Honey
Don't say things
You know aren't
True
"I've seen you mad, it's not that scary"
Oh darling
You haven't seen
Anything
And you
Have a big storm
Coming

There is a good reason
behind every disappointment
behind every awful failure
behind every painful fall
and every tear that rolls down
from one's weary eyes.

Yes, there is.

And someday,
we'll know what it is,
but I just hope
I'd still be here.

Sighting her image in truth's
mirror with anger she squealed.
Scratched her woolly hair
and ripped off her brown veil.
Broke everything in her way
and shamelessly walked bare.
But I had immense respect for
women, I give heed, I do care.
I went to market and brought a
bread while continued the unrest.
I gave her the bread so that along
with it her anger she could digest.

O the very time, it was you say
so very much the forgotten tale
hearts and lives has gone astray
its the time, these times I must pray....

So many run to and fro
hiding verse among the souls
hoping life would get better, tears
Tis is not for all I know, matters of unknown for years...

Spirited souls run among the times
waiting for the master mind, one of many a kind
the classics stir the heart and mind, sings of long ago defined
O yes it was the times, many more will come of such design....

Enshrined and consigned among the minds
the rooster crows among the blind
our beloved has left the confined, o the hurt has declined
take me out and let me dine....

O the master mind, left the mind of the time
he prayed and cried, what do I do?
Let's make everything anew
the bamboo spread then it flew, to times of life adieu....

Debbie Brooks 2014