(you do you, baby boo, i know moms
who rather write poetry and spend five
bucks on their kids’ mouths lolol)

always the act of forgetting the people
behind the screen, when you blame me
like mingling with lanceheaded dreams

delivering pointless blows spelling it
like im incomplete unless i bring all of
myself to the table alone

& the room’s clean, and the kitchen’s clean
the birds sing and the sunlight’s cold and bright
seems like everything’s where it’s supposed
to be when you’re not around

now what a paradox that is

Only you remember, see the lie
Eventually morality fades
The clouds of jealousy roll through
planning to invade your quiet seashore
Eventually those voices latch
like vampires ******* out your good nature

Eventually you must face the dentist
pulling out hopes like rotten teeth
yanking wishes, drilling, inflicting

How do you escape the folly of sin?
Is it on a tavern stool, liquor in hand?
Or do you bury yourself in the flesh?
Continue sinning, waiting for death?

Frightened you choose to run
take the boat out to sea
find a oyster to meal
Hide from the shadows chasing
The deep lays beneath
Fate creeps

Years later you feel defeat
a detour to the graveyard
The undertaker, beaming with hospitality
waiting to paint your finale face
Here you sleep
The darkness
Your truest friend

The stranger
with the face of my mother
begs for love
abandoned by the door
She's lonely and lovely
I want to help, but she is no one
I can't give her anymore

She looks hurt I don't know her
She looks to the left
her cheeks wet
I feel a tiny stab
Something so familer in her face
But I don't know her
I can't give her anymore

She turns to go, head bowed low
I step forward with regret
Can she be her, mother?
How does one know?

I had a parent once
Someone was there
now there's a stranger
with the face of my mother
crying at my door

It does not matter where we come from
When we enter this studio we are equals
So do not act like you are better then me
Just because I live on the 'scary'
Street
Because when it comes down to it
We are only as good as we create ourselves to be
And you are on the same level as me
But we are
Different
In one way
Your dancing is polished
But unpassionate
And mine the opposite
You are on this level from experience
I am here
Because I love it
And it shows
And I work towards it constantly
My brain is messy
I spend long nights
On the cement floor in my living room
Getting bruised
Working till my muscles are too sore
To move
Or i am simply taken over by too much emotion
Because I'm laying on the cold floor crying softly
While the music I am supposed to be stretching to plays
You are in your
Thousand dollar bed
Sleeping peacefully
That
Is the difference between you and me.

across the room
our eyes met
they had never met
before

something happened
something magnetic
it drew us
together

in the dim light
our lips touched
a new sensation
encountered

your taste
in my mouth
a shaking moan
perceived

two people
completely different
suddenly became
one

What is this name I’ve been given?
It doesn’t feel like mine,
Though I answer when it’s spoken
And I use it all the time.
It seems alien when I say it,
Uncomfortable on the tongue
I know I didn’t choose it,
But it’s still not a thing I shun.
Does it say something about me,
That I wasn’t even aware?
No one showed me the mold to fit into
So I guess I don’t really care.

I barely heard the noise outside
but knew it was loud
when others started teeming in,
thanking me for fission skill
and atomic will.
I hadn't the heart to tell them
the thinking of you
made the earth clap,
not the heating of hydrogen;
I knew we were the equal parts of the same element
and realising that
I was in my element;
a space shared with you,
that boomed
and sounded like the start of a big bomb.

On a side note
They're absolutely crazy
Out of this world
To this day they amaze me
Indecisive and unbelievably shame me
Convicted to the bone
And set on one man
They call and bother
Like cattle fodder
Incessantly needy
But wont admit it
Insane about wants
Insatiable and beyond width
The noose that wraps
It's cold hands trap
But I believe in fate
The kind that makes you hate
Like a bloodhound unable to eat steak
And I continue to ask
How can things go wrong?
I was lost all along