I try to fight, but I'm bound to lose.
I'll tell them to leave, but they'll refuse.
There's nothing I've done, but they still abuse.
They hurt me so, but I cannot excuse.

They chose me, I don't know why.
I try to ask, but they deny.
They never speak, but they're not shy.
Their actions speak, like loud outcry.

They tear me apart, but they can't win.
They will pay, for their every sin.
I can't stop them, as they're in my skin.
These are my demons, they live within.

You can fight
yourself
for all the mistakes
that stitched themselves
in your past
but you can also ally
with the aftermath
that molded you
into that sculpture
you are today

This is a poem,
My dear friend,
Penned in the darkest of inks,
In the brightest of lens,
Contemplating, serenading,
All at once,
Chased by desire,
Fraught by might,

This is a poem,
My lonely owls,
One for the women,
One for the cows,
For what so ever you wish,
Is dis-tasteful the least,
A broken *** of luster
A shaded *** of metal,

Tie me up,
To the grafted tree,
Hang me up,
The crime is done,
Now let me rest,
Now let me seep into the best of you,
Inside the worst of me,
Hoping,
Waiting,
Never-mind,
I'm always jaded

Don't keep this
hidden inside
behind the windows
beneath your eyelids

You shy away
from the flare
in my gaze,
the light bulb
in your room,
lit blindingly
between the
osseous walls

Here I am once more
Stuck in agony
All remedies are distant
If even real at all
As nothing seems to change

Darkness has much prowess
To conquer deep inside
As the fight continues
I realize I'll never win

The reply was lost in strangers' faces
She closed her eyes
Graceful pedals of delicate beauty hid the storm within

She inhaled the rise of heat off the street
Glanced across the torrent in the traffic
Rose red lips of strong beauty held the winds within

"It was a rain drop."
"Yes, rain."
She told her self, stepping onto the tar under hot blue skies

Who am I? A kaleidoscope of beauty from within.