Body (recommended)
A certain grasp on time, space and the concept of kindness (pending)

Proper footwear, underwear and silverware (essential, recommended, no)
A cat on your lap of the kind that will always be kitten that sits in the window
And watches the world while you sleep just to -since it can't speak-
Never mutter a mjau about all that went by,
So you watch it at breakfast on SKY (surprisingly likely)

i'm not sure if i like how this website has a black and white atmosphere.
i always thought poetry was supposed to teach me how to see in colour.
after all, a world of black and white is limited.
however, there are endless shades of grey.
he was the boy who made me see colours i never knew existed, just the way the words that flow from our mouths bring new hues to this planet.
the sad part is, they disappear as quickly as they come.
cycling.
what goes around reallllyyyyy comes around.
such is life.

Carpet to the wall
***** colors dancing shapes
Gosh my back is sore.

It comes in fits and bursts
I hide from it sometimes

others, I zip up the backless
dress, stick on my heels

and strut
take the knife and sing

cut loose
swing my hips and forget

I am heavier than I should be,
remember all the boys that used me

used to want me,
glare in the mirror and say

today
I can be better than I have ever been

today
I am queen

today
I am blonde and young and beautiful

and fabulous,
drink ***** raw as burning flesh

my mind is a million men on fire
screaming and dancing

only alive as it is dying.
I am a *****, I am a metaphor

I am the only one,
only me, only.