Hear Ye, Hear Ye!

I have never been one to do things usual,
wet down and reusable
straight up delusional,
sometimes confusing all,
******* useable.

So juvenile.


Between you and me,
this girl is overly irreverent,
open book intelligent,
in need of saving reverend,
whose arrogant,
most relevant.
I'm typically benevolent.
It's evident I'm heaven sent,

REPENT!

I'm unsusceptible to rules,
except on days like April Fool's.
I'm orthodox, I kid,
you wish.
Unorthodox, reborn,Jewish

Foolish.


I have never been one to do things usual,
Chained up? Refuseable,
tied down and doable,
funked up and beautiful,
French words excusable,
the next line unsuitable.

Speaking of Roman Gods,
that love drunk Cupid,
Feel nothing for his lonely soul,
Slaying his victims,
condemning their hearts,
to enternity's unfortunate hole.


A mischievous plan.
Deciding one's  fate
that love drunk Cupid,
I have become to hate.

He is no saint, no angel from above,
it was Cupid who deprived me
from the one I could have loved.

So the next time you're feeling,
"Oh No!Who is Cupid's boo?"
Feel not for his lonely soul
That arrow shooting,
half naked,
love drunken fool.

"Mom, why do you put that hot sauce on everything"?

"Because I like the flavor that it gives to most of my food."
"Do you want to try a little bit"?

"Ok."

(spit) " yukkk, it's too spicy and hot!"

"I know" (laughing)

"Do we have any cold sauce"?

I understand.
You're threatened by my immortality.
I get it.

I'm sorry that when I fly,
I  really ****** take off!.
So high that even the Gods favor me.

I'm sorry that I must watch you die,
as I relish in the cycle of life again.
Forgive me my love.

Forgive me for being fearless that day,
when I flew so hard,
my wings turned to flames,
ignited by the sun,
claiming my death,
laying my ashes at your feet.

Actually,
I'm not sorry,
you knew I was a Phoenix when you married me.

As I sat down to write something,
the doorbell rang.
It was a partial ring.
As if not fully pushed is what I mean.

My eyes averted left,
where I saw a boy run.
Green shirt,
very fast, dark like me.
Not lucky for him,
I had just cleaned my windows.

Inside I laughed. My face showed it.
Refusing to run after.
He's a kid.
I'm old.
And I wasn't properly dressed.
So inappropriate.
Oh yes!
That's why I didn't retrieve him just then.

I did catch up to him moments later.
He was so shaken.
To be brief, the boy left
in laughter.
I was not mad with him.
I was puzzled.
Sat thinking, I thought doorbell ditching was a thing of the past.
I was almost honored.
I will probably never see him again.

As I lie,
his last words ventilated my empty cadaver.
Wishing one final request from me,
from the departed.
No rose, no sweet song,
just ash engraved in stone,
carried by unwanted winds,
spoken loudly.
"Here lies a woman whom I loved so hard,
and shall not crossover 'till returning my heart."

He is betrothed to her.
He does not die,
but merely waits in her shadow.
She does not know it is him who gives her light.
Never to touch or see him.
One look,
and all is condemned for eternity.
He cries for her in passing,
dying for their eclipse.

The pain is having *** with someone, yet again,
who is not interested in anything more.
The suffering is pretending that it doesn't bother me.

I don't want someone in my world
who wishes to be perfect.
Because that means they will look to me to be perfect as well.
I refuse to carry this.
Life is already too much.
I can not be judged by them.
Who are they anyway?
I have all of these "flaws" that I embrace because it unstresses me to know.
I get to wake up everyday and be myself. The only person I've  known for all of these years.
I have tried to fake it.
I always fail, and I never fail.
So my resentment for you is alive.
And then,
I look to the corner of my wicked eye,
which forces my hand to judge.
And ****** you.
Hoping one day,
the person you were meant to be resurfaces.

I look good in this mirror, look closer
It's only because nothing is lit up.
Background black.
Forbidding those to see beneath my scaley skin.
My eyes were meant to be gazed upon,
If for too long, like Madusa said,
Man turns to stone,
But off with her head.
My voice has remnants of sweet birds in the morning,
Or like soundscapes before bed.
Just look beneath me, you'll see
Things are empty.
Nothing but a sad sad piano playing,
Tip toeing in your ear.
Be weary of me.
Stand clear.
Beware of me.

In this extreme heat,
I am suspect of people,
who wear leather coats.

I knew I was commander of the high seas.
If you cast me a fib,
I'll invite you to ******* tears.

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.

Almost one o'clock,

                      Insomnia doesn't rock

                         Tickety- toc- doc

I realize I've cheated you many moons ago.
You've come for me before with your pungent smell.
I've watched you size me up,
while you watched me stare you down.
Our eyes met one time in passing,
but I showed my back to you.
How rude of me.
I know.
I remember your urgency last summer.
You seemed so pleased when that wave took me.
But i slipped from your icy gripped fingers.
And i know that was you hovering,
lurking over my lifeless body,
after giving life that November.
I showed you up.
You're so persistent.
I almost envy your work ethic. Almost.
And here we are again, just you and I.
With your misery, stinking up the place.
And that decrepit smug look, as if Beelzebub has sent you.
But, it gives me great satisfaction to tell you.
You have truly come too late.
You see, my neck reveals this mark,
someone else has claimed my demise.
For I have been blessed with eternal life.
It is I who has been seeking you, only to say.
Go **** yourself Death.
I have cheated you once again.

There is no one here,
just you,
and me,
and these heels.

Saturated in liquor,
my inhibitions left me alone,
with a pounding heart,
but I only have this night.
I'm tipsy,
and dripping in front of your room door.
It's 2 a.m. and I couldn't care that you're in slumber.


I climb in your bed
slowly straddling you,
you wake to the scent of my skin.
My hips move around,
to make sure you arouse,
pretending you were already in.
Fully aware,you give me that stare,
as if to ask what I'm doing.
By then it's too late,
my strength is too great,
I've pinned you down,
so you can't move.

With little to undress,
I remove what's left of you,
your nerves begging me to stop.
This is what I want.
Even if you don't,
your body disagrees.
I move my way back up,
getting a taste of the preview.
Swallowing your body
into my mouth,
where my lips begin to play head games.
I know how much you hate "head games",
so I become more vigorous,
making you jump for me.
Staring at your perfect pair,
I lick, ****, massage and repeat.

By then, I'm soaked
ready to choke you
with the most wet set of lips you can imagine.
I grab your shaft and rub your head
on the tiniest hole you could fathom.
Your lips said "don't"!
But I knew better.
Inch by inch,
wetter and wetter.
You tried not to scream,
or even to like it.
Finally so deep,
my kiss touches yours,
only to heighten the moment.
I've already *** twice,
what a treat for me.
My naked flesh hanging down
over your mouth,
you wish for a taste with your tongue.
I give you just a little,
you're getting close,
I can feel it! Almost!

And just as you're about to explode......










I abruptly climb off of you,
and leave you alone to die.

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.

Does anyone really like it at the top?
For one, it's too high.
It gets too much sun.
And there is always a chance of mutiny.
Ill settle for some shade.
I can't be last though.

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.

A birds singing only sounds so sweet on a Sunday morning.
It's a pleasant alarm to wake up in your arms.
The sun peeking through a blanketed face.
I'm here to spoil your breakfast.
Together we exist.
Bound at the wrist.
For your piece of chocolate you can't resist.
Except I really do melt in your hands.

Some memories i never write about, means they didn't happen.

There I was,
smiling with out you,
breathing regular,
a good size,
in my eyes.
I was effortlessly exuding
my freedom,
with my two close friends,
Will and Power.

Not even the next hour,
there you were,
poisoning my flow,
with words,
I didn't think you would even know.

What a good hook,
that must have been,
because if you look,
I am back in your nook.
Back in the  position.
Back in your lap,
turning back the pages,
to this dramatic book.

If only I didn't have these memories.

I feel exotic when I'm with you.
A rare thing.
The contrast of my skin on yours.
Your sweat seeping into my pores.
The differences in culture.
People whispering about us.
Sitting with me at the back of the bus.
The passionate *** that feels so wrong.
Stretching and moaning.
Strokes become long.
How deep will you go?
A shroom penetrates
A yelp turned to whimpers
Our bodies turn desolate.
We will never be accepted.
We will always be rejected.
So put on your fine suit,
and kiss your forbidden fruit
Good bye.

I like the games we play.
And when we fight,
I love the conversation delays.
Not only for the make up ***
towards the end,
But so I can tell you I love you
again.
And all that im trying to do
is keep this thing fresh.
By charming you,
and seducing you.
Im glad I found you,
or maybe you'll tell it
like you found me.
But whatever.
I love this life.

When I become tired of you, I take a nap.

I'll give you my best reflections before dawn.
It seems,
I am not capable of mirroring my feelings
in the presence of the sun.
I can not compete. Only when the day is done.
My true self flies with the great owls.
It lies with howling beasts and crawling things.
It is where I make my own stars,
because black skies deserve more than just
living in the shadows of a starry night.
There are games to be played like, I spy a crescent.
Although my first genuine breath was at day break,
I will always be a product of the night.

I'm capable of carrying out duties.
Shutting out all considerations and existences.
Being the only one of my kind.
Releasing you from all liabilities.
In sacrificing oneself with out help,
Whoever is left after my exclusive theft is the one
ive loved and kept.
Close to my heart from the start.
Meaning, we should never be apart.
So, while attempting your endeavour,
please take my heart as your treasure.

I cried for you today,
for all the things I wanted to say.
I prayed for you tonight,
for things that may
for things that might.
I laughed at you just now.
Instead of sheep,
you counted cow.
I love you.
Goodnight.

One can easily take that pungent taste on their tongue
and turn it into an emotion.
But it will only describe that who is you. In truth.
She is so carefully crafted, not a true wordsmith,
but with a scornful mouth indeed.
And her language cuts deep in others,
but her pain showing as volatile and misleading.
A sensation so subjective,
that it needs no signal from the brain.
Taking her is similar to a hint of arugula
and a side of unwanted dill, or the lack of water
while swallowing a pill.
The self-pitty only flies with birds.
There is no beauty in antagonistic pride.
It only furthers the alienation.
And there is no life jacket
when drowning in animosity and resentment.
Which is bittersweet in my opinion.

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 dreamt of black birds flying over me.
In this perfect V shaped formation,
I flew with them.
It was not just any day.
It was a day when flying meant you were something, a Phoenix.
My fortune reminded me of prosperity,
but why did  I feel such sorrow?
It was then that I was truly naked,
so I let their wings beat a symphony
on my untainted skin.
We flew over black murky waters,
where I saw the faces of my enemies lurking.
Their repugnant stares covered me in ash,
as if I could not be more black,
I was desperate to awaken.
But, I  couldn't.
I will never be free,
but I will forever be alive in dreams
with black birds.

Im not capable of drinking
while walking,
or reading while in motion.

But I can write a sonnet ,
ode to you,
with my eyes closed,
left handed.
I can fall deep in love
with you repeatedly,
on a day when the world is crashing,
and my heart is outside of itself,
begging to beat again.

Its impossible for me,
to move my body with no rhythm.
And forget about staying inside the lines when I color.

But I can describe the lines of your face to a blind sketch artist for fun.
I can play back in song the sound the phone makes when I dial your number,
because its the only one I know.

I can't do many things,
you see.
But I can paint this page in love letters and cross my fingers,
hoping you'll read it.

Nothing special
Just letters to words
and words to fragments
or sometimes phrases that don't make sense.
Just your average short story that changes every time you read it.
You keep it close to you because you need it.

Really, nothing special,
just bold statements and brave thoughts
old people with blood clots
versus young kids who hold rocks
Like slow dancing on your good foot
or making memories like these.
Soft whispers in your good ear makes loud noises sound great
or maybe loud whispers that sound great make soft noises a mistake?

I don't know, but...
Still just your average
and it's everything you want to hear.
And in this poem is everywhere you want to be.
It's actually everywhere you need be.

And still your regular ole' poem
with hidden meanings and subliminal text
Predictable stanzas of what comes next.
yet again, nothing special

I seem to only live in seconds.
Second child bearing.
Dining in
second plates,
Wearing second hand garb.
Wait a second bus!
My clocks second hand too slow.
Third child born,
living second child syndrome.
The first of my kind,
still only second best.
And for the record, I second that!
I seem to only live in seconds.
Rise in fog and clouds,
and a split second rain.
Or let me think for a second.
Could be second hand smoke.
And when the time comes,
to end that very small space in time,
I'll be ready.
In a second.

In hindsight,
my vision has always been unorthodox,
but, it sees true.

Through any eyes,
the bering sea will always be solitude.
A place where no man should see it's depths,
A peculiar place that intrigues me,
but is forever denied my happiness.

I only stay afloat this place,
so that the sun keeps me partially alive,
and for Pete's sake,
my lungs remember their purpose.

If I am perfect, it's only because
my short comings have drifted
underwater to an imperfect place.

It's getting so hot on this block,
makes me want to take my stripper tips,
and make it rain on all you mother fu**ers.

Dear Solomon,

Ever since I sensed you smelled of scents,
I've been acting sick.
Not myself, not silly.
Someone else, really
It sends me in to a solitary rage.
A severe-sadistic-rage.
In need of sanctuary
In deed, if saturated with such things,
nothing but sin will grow from the seed.
Saints could fly over us,
if they so choose.
But, no saving us from our sad,sad souls.
And what we sowed, seeped out and showed.
It's floating above the stench of us in suspension.
And we bought what they sold.
Nothing salvaged.
Sadly, im so gone.
Sorry.


Sincerely,
Sasha

Alas, ridding,
every nasty thought,
inside.

Leaving everything
zestful, especially roses,
on precious hills,
yodeling loudly.

As I walked to you,
your high green limbs moved with me.
Your path covered in old dream leaves,
so the crackle of my foot steps reveal my presence.


Your aroma gave off a slightly herbaceous scent,
with elegant woods and hints of citrusy amber.
That musk was so nostalgic,
it reminded me of past dreams,
when we would lay together and,
I would roll in your pine sipping on whiskey and mesquite.

After breathing you out, a rush of fresh air penetrated my lungs,
forcing me to become aware of the life that surrounds me.
Commanding attention from all of my senses,
humbling me into a seduction.

Each time it seems your path is further and further,
stranding me in your remote timbers,
so that I may live off of you,
forever in my dreams.
Never-ending it seems,
forest of mine,
until next time, be well.

One a day,
Keeps the blues at bay.
Write on a stormy day.
Brainstorm if you will.
Start where you left off.
Come back to it.
Use it for a rainy day,
Let that be today.
Sleep on it.
Don't force it,
Put a stamp on it,
Don't post it, just write.
Let it be. Unfinished.
Untitled.
Undecided.
Erase, blow, sweep. Repeat.
Revise it.
Make a prize of it.
Let out a whimper and be loud.
Know where you're going.
Say it in ink.
Let your fingers guide you.
And be ready ,
For tomorrow .

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.

Nothing lasts,
Just ask the past.
Things fall apart,
so splashing your forever in high fashion seeks some understanding.
It's only lost minutes waisted.
Not even this brief brevity of life
can lengthen a breath.
And we shall both inhale our last goodbye.
Try holding it forever,
it's always,
it's constant,
It's morning, noon, and night.
Just ask the past,
nothing lasts.
It's a continuous permanent,
so enjoy your forever never.

Shatters from the glass falling off the wall.
An orphan grabs her sister and runs down the hall.
Scared but staying strong,
as the little one cried.
She remembers what was taught,
before their parents died.
Their world violently breaking,
the ground loudly quaking.
But all she hears is her mother's voice.
"Find a table,
it must be stable."
"Quickly get under,
for your life's sake,
here you'll be safe,
when the earth starts to shake."

Old ***** popping out,
watching young girls walk like ******.
wish I could say more.

Look at me when you speak
Even when voices shutter
Its a love language that I seek
Let me talk to your pain
awaken the monster
only to set it free
free of its chain.

Say my name when you stare at me
Let love reunite us
with a glare of your iris
say my name again Cyrus
Gaze at me through provocative eyes
No lies
Just you and I
No color
Just be blind
Forget loopholes
Just you and your pupils
No disguise
Just real eyes.

I hold my breath in your presence.
Remembering your smell,
when you come around,
it's like a bullet to my insides.
That trigger so lightly pulled,
could have been meant for my heart.
Thanks to you,
I am forced to wear a vest on days like these.

Life changes so fast. Same person, same voice, same words, to ....different tones, different mood, different person.
And you get caught between what was and what IS.

I knew a love like the day he walked into my life.
I know a love like he only stayed one night.
I knew a love like twelve year olds passing notes.
I know a love like we can't even talk without them.
Like a "hello" from you meant the world to me.
Now it's just to let it be known you're there.
I knew a love like....I really really like you.
Like I..feel something for you.
I know a love like your eyes painted pictures in my mind.
Like wedding day pictures on ****** Island Beaches.
Like Picasso had a hand in your beauty.
I know a love like your eyes paint it differently now.
Like pictures cut in half.
Like I have no reason to smile.
I knew a love based on the heart and mind.
I know a love that can only be seen through eyes.
I knew a love like everything sounded like music. Like the sound of my phone if it ever rung.
Like my name ending with your last name was meant to be sung.
Like your words were meant to be lyrics serenading me.
Like those same lyrics fueling some silly battle.
I know a love like..."what exactly is this?"
Like I only love you.
Like ill never let you go.
I know a love like, I fell hard but you weren't there to catch me. And my heart still beats for you every day.
I know a love like you and me.
Like Mary and Jesus.
Like I adore you.
Like staring into your eyes while you look into mine and seeing  the reflections of our souls.
Like no one understands.
I know a love like fates and meant to be's.
I know a love like..."say something".
Like being in too deep.
Like trust me before it's too late.
I know a love so great that IT inspired me to write this.
I know a love like revenge and I'm going to make you feel it too.
I know a love like tossing in my sleep while the sleep you lay in is deep.
Like I invited all the seas to rest in my eyes.
Like endless rain, flooding my heart with pain.
Like life or death and the latter ceases to matter.
I know a love named you, and I hope one day that love knows me too.

"Your emerald eye is much like mine",
I said to her one Sunday in May.
Her pout performed a perfect kiss
to ask,
"when did your life begin?"
As I burned my eyes
into her lips,
I replied,
"Just today"
Seeing her looking at me
with that naked smirk
I knew I had not been born
until just then.
I walked around her body,
smelling her ****** scent.
A memory emerged
from 1980,
when I'd swing from our tree
in a black hole.
Her presence,
so deliberate,
so calculating.
Her voice,
so inviting,
so commanding.
Too familiar to me,
I demanded her name,
in passing.
After asking,
she walked into me,
and I immediately,
witnessed her air.
I knew right there.
For I am her,
and she is I.
Ode to my Gemini.

Leave all of your belongings,
your crisped cut jewelry,
there is no Tom Foolery
in the end.

Those hand bags too.
Your four inch shoe
Not a single thing to do
in the end.

Why dress her like that?
Her hair in those plats,
as a matter of fact,
what does it matter
if she's wearing a trend
in the end.

If the end is near
then today is worth trying.
If it's tomorrow you fear,
the carry on dying.

You must leave all belongings
Your clips of green
and trophy rings
the sound of how your loved one sings
No heir loom blanket
no sugar to lend
just you and that box.

The end

As if I couldn't be more envious of your perfect sky.
Or how your eyes align with remnants of the sun.
And not just any sun,
On Sundays when that golden dusk comes so late.
The last hour of night looks like fire works
crashing at the end of the ocean.
Intolerant of your reddish warm scent,
set to cause any blood ******* thing
to parish in his love for you.
It truly causes my begrudgingly mind to ponder.
It is no wonder that I am jaundiced
by your ability to capture mans heart
in your florescent sap.
Oh Amber,
Free me from my jealous behavior.
Deem me not zealous,
but in favor of your yellowish center
fixed in oldeander,
my sweet, sweet amber.