Hmmm....
If I could travel back in time,

I would trek it back to Egyptian times,
and climb the Great Pyramid of Giza,
so that no woman in Egypt today
would have to suffer genital mutilation.

I would invade **** Germany
and extract the right arm from ******,
so no man would ever salute him.

I would Rome with Helen and
Zeus for fun
just to get closer to Castor Troy.

I would lay with Ambrogio
and the early vampires,
because drinking blood sounds so tempting,
but,
eternal life trumps all.

A very short story about Basorexia..

I think someone put a hex on me.
And not even a good one.
I usually sleep in on Sundays,
but some intense force drug me out of bed at 7 a.m.
Stupid force.
After showering, I got dressed and
had breakfast. I wasn't even exactly sure where I was going.
But, I was going.
Before leaving my apartment,
I checked my appearance one last time
to make sure I was at least a 6 that day.
I did a triple take in the mirror because
my lips were looking exceptionally grand just then.
Oddly grand.
I ran a finger over them to make sure they were mine.
Softer than usual, I giggled for having to question myself.
"Of course they're mine." "That's just silly."
After having a drawn out conversation with myself,
I knew it was time to go.
The sun was looking  glorious that day
but all I could think about were my lips.

I saw my neighbor at the mailbox.
I usually just wave, but there that force was again,
pulling my lifeless body over to see her.
Her lips started to move around as if to say something to me.
She then asked me if I wanted a kiss! Was she reading my mind?
I did not hesitate.
I leaned in, closed my eyes, and puckered my juicy
unchapped pout for some of her sweetness.
Because that's what neighbors do, they lend you sugar.
What a sorry justification that was.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Parker was offering me a Hershey's kiss.
I froze with embarrassment as she leaned back and took off
into her apartment.
She left the entire bag of kisses with me.
As I power walked away, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Parker pull their curtains back in dismay. Whispering and pointing in slow motion.

I  decided I can never go back to my apartment again.
The shame has me wondering the streets,
consumed with this undeniable force,
trading chocolates for kisses.

Thoughts of him haunt me,
in my sleep,
infecting my dreams.
His entity hovers over me,
while fondling my secret places.

Unrecognizable features
become familiar to me,
but I can't see him.
The cloud is too thick,
and there is smoke every where.

I know it's him.
His smell pierces my nose,
like ammonia.
Wet lips are moving in front of me,
but I can't hear a sound.

Almost a nightmare,
my body is trying to wake up,
but I'm frozen.
There is something holding me down,
and there is no end in sight.

When I finally come to,
I vow never to close my eyes.
Jaded by R.E.M.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8
9, 10 never sleep again.

Take a leap with me.
Let's spring a long way,
to greater heights.
Don't be afraid of us.
We already have this foundation beneath.
Just trust.
Why can't we dance to the tunes
of your heart strings playing?
The truth is..
I can't be without you.
I'm selfish.
I'm clumsy.
But my heart is true.
I'm unorthodox,
I'm dizzy,
And in your absence, I'm blue.
No more can we be friends,
that ship has long sailed.
Let's be lovers instead,
watch us prevail.

I had hoped my poetry would not read off my sleeve,
to be seen in a vulnerable light.

I prayed no one would notice my heart
had been beat,
and stomped into *****.

Too late.
It did.
They saw.
I'm doomed.
For life.
My thoughts,
in truth.
Goodnight.

Waiting around with this frown
it's a drag ,all the days
all this lag.
Marry me already
precious rings and a *******
desperate needs to **** the lingering
slow to ask, quick to answer
asphyxiating like a cancer.
My womb is aching
in vain, a child forsaking.
Fast forward,
two sons brought light
and their sons faces
were seen in hindsight.
But life has hurried me
I need more time
Time to wait a while
with this smile.
It's no drag, all these days
give me lag.
Bury me already.
My time is up.
Your time to prosper.

I finally said the words aloud.
The taste of my breath,
before hitting the air turned cold.
"I'm over you."
The sound of my voice.
A deep crescendo,
with a side of gratification
made my senses explode.

The four chambers of my heart,
working for each other again,
pumps a rich warm blood back into my veins.

My color takes the shape of florescent hues,
only to bring me back to where I'm from,
a golden brown with caramel tones.

The pattern of my fingertips,
longing to be touched again,
but,
with different hands.

Everything smells so glorious now,
my lungs are singing their praises,
for oxygen is my friend again.

And black only infiltrates my being,
on days of mourning,
because time's breath has healed me.