YOU LED ALL CAPS KIND OF LIFE
EVERYTHING WAS SET ON FIRE AND YOU WERE JUMPING THROUGH THE HOOPS
YOU NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD BURN YOU,
YOU THOUGHT EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO BE OKAY
BUT YOU DANCED WITH THE FIREY LANDSCAPE
AND JUGGLED WITH THE UNCERTAIN FLAME
BUT I WAS TOO WEAK TO EVER FOLLOW IN YOUR SCORTCHED PATH
YOU BURNED EVERYTHING
TILL ALL YOU WERE WAS EMBER,
LAYING BEFORE THE FEET OF EVERYONE.
EVERYONE, WHO EVER WRONGED YOU
AND EVERYONE WHO BURNED YOU
TILL YOU WERE NOTHING
My mother was right about 3 things:
1: Money will bring you happiness
2: You will always stand second to a man
3: You will never be good enough
I learned the first to be true when I was 14 and my mother brought home a man who made twice as much as my father and watched her eyes glimmer like the new, sparkly diamond on her finger. I learned the second was true when I was 15 and had my first boyfriend and became “the girl with the boyfriend” because that’s what good girls are. And the third I learned at 5 when my brother was handed the silver spoon we all wish to eat off of. My mother wasn’t right about much, in fact she was almost never right. But, those 3 things are the only things that scare me to death right before I close my eyes at night.
"What is childhood?" they asked,
I replied with the notion,
Childhood is staying up late
Waiting for you to sober up.
And it's trips to the pharmacy,
Just to be able to get out and away from you.
Smoking cigarettes at 13 to taste something other than the blood from my cut up cheeks,
Its finding a way to feel the pain before it consumes you whole,
It's becoming a mother to 2 hungry eyed kids
While yours is out dancing.
Childhood is growing up before your time
And realizing its too late.
Antibiotics may be the greatest discovery of human kind.
Lord knows its saved our soul many of times!
Its halo can be seen in a petri dish.
In the smiles of children on hospital wards.
But antibiotics aren't just drugs, or are you my drug?
Because your halo is keeping bad things away from me, my petri dish is clean!
Yet, the goodness is seeping from my bones and I get weaker with every day that I'm in love with you.
To my antibiotic resistance is futile but finishing the course might kill me.
I could read your eyes
like the simplest of children's books
I knew the words you spoke
as if I spoke them myself
were one in the same
Our hearts broke together
and we spent years
piecing them back, together
every crack of your skin,
every vein in your body
I know the scents that make you weak
and the words that make you fall apart;
and in return
you knew my whole being
We shared an unspoken connection
-why didn’t that stop
my weak faith?
I was given a human
to read me like I ached to be read
yet I always knew that we would not remain
If you asked me why
I could not tell you
I think you knew it too
I'd catch your eye when those songs played
while those voices spoke of yearning for a broken connection
and I'd find them to be as wet as mine
your faith in us
whether it was because you truly believed it
or because you were afraid of the alternative
I admire that you would confidently tell me that our bond would remain
that we would only get better
Right until the very end
Maybe it was my fault that we didn't
Maybe I wasn't meant to have someone like you,
someone who stole away my independence and gave me another half
Maybe I was meant to be surrounded by distant people
for I wasn't ready
We were sent to each other for a purpose
for when we met
we were both on the edge of breaking
So we broke together
our pieces entertwining themselves
so as to not be alone
The rain touched the Earth
softly and gently
The morning breeze kissed me
Blinding vibrant colors were
embracing the wooden paths
The blooming wild flowers left me
with euphoric sense of awakening!
My concealed earth was enthralled
by the arrival of Spring
I found lights in your sparkling eyes
Like the beams of the rising sun
You lightened up my sky
Untold stories were chained for a long
You became the hopeless romantic song
In a starry-night...
You ignited my soul
I revived with the melody of
beautifully unfinished art
I sing solitude like a lover's vintage song
By the glow of moon light
I sway with the summer wind...
Moon flowers kiss me
with the sweetest aroma
The solitude sails on soliloquy
I paint happiness
with the soothing melody...
Sorrows pick the time
When sun goes down
I remember the time with my granny
When 4 0’clock used to smile at me
With the ebullient shades of twilight
memories grow and sink softly...
I come back to time
A voice whispers from within me
under the midnight sky
Life looks like an unfinished painting
Waiting for the artist’s mind to return
To turn it from
thick patches grey to sparkling green
I redeem my thoughts....
Keep walking through the maze
Dew droplets soaking my bare feet
Eyelashes embrace the glory of the gusty winter morning
I revive my mind....
From spring to summer
Autumn to winter
Around the years...
I standstill…… in front of
my unfinished Painting