I am not reading poetry.
I am cupping the words
in my hands, pouring them
over my head, rubbing them
through my skin, into my bones
breathing in
breathing out

becoming a poem

she gave me her nudes
she was bare
and naked
and so out
and open
and i willingly
accepted it
because it wasnt the nudes
that showed her body
the physical aspects
that made her beautiful
it was the words
she didnt choose
and the spontaneity
that left her
either from her lips
or her fingers
or ink

she was as bare
as her nudes
and i accepted
her for her.

She used to feel pretty she used to feel the luck but just like with everything else Time DOESN'T GIVE A ****..
the prom queen,the popular one,
the type a girl who wouldnt give a time of day unless you  matched her cool
but now all she wants is someone to pick up her kids from school
Maybe a night out
but we all know she's the type you just use now.
vulnerable more than ever the looks fade and so does the crowd.
Throwing up the batsign hoping someone will call
sorry to disappoint but this Cinderella isn't going to the ball.
Wipe the tears honey and just enjoy that you had a moment on top
thought it was big enough to run a muck
And never thought about the fall.

so shine, so lovely
so deep, so cold
your eyes satisfies many soul but never mine
your thin smile was cold as frosty,
your gaze were innocent yet so alive
just the words make me think of him so charming

i met him once upon a time
knew him, felt him and adored him
but matters changes what matters
yet you laid me into a magical illusion carves in my heart

Wrapped in silk and satin
she has been waiting
long.
She doesn't expect him
not anymore, but habit
stays.
She nor grins,nor frowns
standing at the end of her lawn
alone.
The day count lost numbers,
lost many days and slumber
hours.
Hope faded, love went,
only she stayed
so far.