Young, Wild and Free
There is no game and there is no compass
How I despise, another fall
Another diminishing glimmer in my eyes.

Brown cascading with Blue
Lips on lips,
Hips and Sips
I could like you but I don't know how.

For monogamy is a practice unknown to me
A language miles away, from where interconnectedness flies away
It's greatest fear is it's mastery, for a life lackluster at it's very seams.

Monogamy, a prized practice
Forever at its lips bidding adieu,
I would like you but I don't know how.

How do I dignify a surmise,
You're beyond deserving of more.

I like to smoke and I'm not sorry,
I like drinking until I can dance and I cannot forgive
I find my comfort in a glass of whiskey,
I find my charm breeds with corona.

You deserve more than a mickey,
You are my delicacy beyond this honey brown purity.

You should be dignified,
You should be invited to the ball and not the moshpit.

A million words and a million girls
So I cower in fear
Simmer in the millions of men

For every woman you see, there are a million men for me.
I cascade in this, I comfort in the crowd.
I find comfort in daydreams, ripping seams, lips

Distance is my mechanism,
Hope is abundance
I want nothing but your gaze,
But to save my soul with a simple graze,
I seek comfort in the crowd.

I'm lazy,
I've grown lazy with indecision,
A indecision that has bred on fear,
A crippling, cold, vindictive tar suffocating all reason.
Horror lulled me into laze, and now I await
I await a love that consumes me

But how may a love come to me when I stay begging
Begging by a bottle, holding comfort in the crowd.

I seek comfort in the crowd, but the crowd does not fulfil me.
The crowd is a youth, it is not a lifetime.
I seek comfort in the crowd, but the crowd cannot seek comfort in me.

My child bearing years, you see
But nothing can replace the intoxication
Of a new pair of lips and limbs when the clock strikes midnight
Forever at my lips, bidding adieu to sobriety
I can follow and fall into the arms of a new sincerity
Unburdened by half-baked promises, letters of stress and civil warfare
I can be your wife, I can be your life
But only for a night

Forever at my lips bidding adieu,
This is a dance I love to do
My nature proclaims a livelihood of attraction
A constant hunger and desire for justification
My dance I continue
I waver into the night
A flimsy frolic in the daze of whiskey
Lips and limbs anew
A dance of forgiven sins and Spanish limbs
A dance of forgiven sins and German fingertips
A dance of forty five minutes and millions of pelvic on my hips
This is my dance, not his.

The partners come and go
But the dance is me.
I am the ringmaster
My name belongs to me.
Forever alight with song and dance

A chance of meeting a new thrill
The intoxication of one night spill
A class of movies and sin
A dance that begs for gin.


This is my dance, my dance is me
You can join, but not in sobriety.

A cuddle or two is nice aftercare,
But the idea of true love is a story hard to bear
A few limbs, millions of genitals makes my fix
For my dance is me, my dance is I
Burning ablaze in the wake of the night
I am me, you are not
My dance is me, My dance is I

Forever forever engraved in my soul
A dance of my own
A life made for me, made for the rich lining that resides in my whole.

I am whole. I am me. I am the dance with or without sobriety.
Come hither, jealousy.

Scattered around my body, lies the remains of a girl meant to be
Cascading over corpses,
Hope is a weathered, out-dated state of being
A serving, political and manner-driven
What's new?
New is the passion, the fight and the might
It matters not how much hope you have
Whether it busts through your seams and gleams in your eyes
It matters not how fast the blood rushes in your veins as you pray

Look at me, cold and vain
Eyes frozen, I begin again.

Pin point and plan
Sticks and stones and pots and pans.

Life is nothing but a learning curve

So I move on to new experiences and new lives,
A million eyes.

Never forget who you are.
Who you came from.
Where you were meant to be.
Fate is not a destiny
Life is made out of parentheses.

They take us down

They lift our soul

Embellishing the truth as though that is my only goal.

How I hate, a fragile heart

Timber and snow

Dead dead dead

My mighty life goes.

What happened to a life unburdened by the need

The need, the need, the need

I wish for one thing and one thing alone,

To not be faithful to the brim of a stone.

Someone once asked me. He asked me if I could go anywhere in the world..."where would it be?"
I told them what I now know is true, it is not where you are, it's who's with you.

On the move across our splendid vacation home, my friends are enthralled by the view. Mountains for days and a limitless sky--but I had seen more beauty in my brother's brown eyes.

People built by people; more than bones and limbs
So when people ask me about my school, it's the people who made me.

This is my body
It's my limbs
My legs
My pink heads.

Clenching corners of my skin
Contracting Contracting
Muscles for days.

Deep inside me
Jelly-filled cream

This is my body.
It's mine.

Do not try to claim a piece on me
My rib cage is not splattered in barbecue sauce.

Do not label me, prickling your poky nails in my sight

I revel in love and you revel in anger

This is my body.
Mine.

Roughed up skin
Edges are granite; souls locked within.
They didn't like my roughed up, pale skin.

There was no hair creeping up my arm skins.
No chicken bones and unfortunate as it was
I apologise for my meaty thighs
The crippling weight of murderous eyes.

I feel I must apologise for my thick and thin shorts
I am the crippled master, of some sorts.

Poetry may heal
But medication never really helps?

Please don't hurt me
I swear I am true
My goddess shines bright
But through her, you see right through.

I am a goddess entwined with bullets
My veil is nothing but a leaf
"The poetry of the earth is never dead"

Yet I pollute, I pollute, I pollute.

I am a goddess, and so are you!
I apologise for that.

Please do not hurt me,
I swear I am true

My body is not a battlefield;
It is the very sign of you.