"cady" poems
fem in isms,
i imagine Sapphic eyes:
bad *** advert coruscates elite
fairness sensing slavish blind
in gestate calm affirm
in genders More numerous of Windows--
Superior--for Doors--
O harsh judgement foiled,
as a foil, as unknown truth
foil-doubles in the brow,
abject symmetry to systemize
a fertile lack of sterile barrenness,
i am a mediatrix rend,
nirwaan, hijra wonderment aside
from transemotion's ground swells
demeaning to be understood.
i celebrate and face the same
to be what paperwork tests being
normal being, freely chosen
atom each belonging moves
an asterisk of paths
of mutate art of nature social darwin maze.
i imagine Sapphic eyes,
ginko soft they pile up all cobble
memories themselves concretely
cloistered fame
spray of salty waves,
macho screams symbol
for dismissal ease
for tearing at an inner unsaid war
with lists offense of proper taste
to what posterity intends
an undulation womblike seeming nourish safety sounds.
i imagine Sapphic eyes
past
debauched
meanderings
where hyster-clarity rejoins its titular
and reliable escapisms curl the lips
of maleness found
here and there smile sneer love
i imagine Sapphic eyes
linguistic pirouettes
congest that wisdom nonetheless
the moment passed on to a
feigning truth in pretty rhyme
ornamenting time with fine meter fine
vernacular chimes peter in
to juggle perspectival paradox,
redichotomize the twilight idols,
resolve the conflict like a dawn
Aurora,
i imagine Sapphic eyes
running plastic with Alaskan wolves,
toga floats to snow
to let us see the purest fairness form
a ****** circle,
Hypatia ascends from tenebrous grave,
Impregnable of Eye is pregnant now
with Wollstonecraft revered
in liberation's fount
families held exemplar gaze of
Taylor, ****** Cady,
Anthony resanctified
to vote entitlement's
empathic origins, waxen mold
of nascent categories,
narrow hands spread wide to panoply anew
the manifest evolve in true unknowns
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
Condensation left, the window blind
smudging with a bare hand
the panes allow sight, to
the restlessness of the trees
and the blustering leaves
rain forming puddles
Seeing him wave, from across
the street with, board in hand
smiling upwards, glancing
the butterflies kick and twist
"Meadow, Meadow.."
"Shush, I know, he's outside!"
Her little sister was always
part of, the games too
she knew their ma, would
never allow Meadow out
barely allowed, away from sight,
overprotective eyes
Cady patiently waited, beside
the park gate, as always
as he watched his girl, run
freedom and beauty in her
eyes, a manifestation of
the name she was graced with
Indigo jeans, bleeding
into the rain, as she splashes
through, puddles reflecting
her love, as he smiles with
bright eyes, embracing her
sweet sixteen kisses, connect
Racing through the field, kids
crazy in love, sketching names
into hollowed out trees,
drinking beer, sparking a
doobie, last nights skater
smoking session, come undone
Hours pass, dark skies blacken
street lights lead, a pathway
home, laughter echoes
she's to climb the tree, crawl
in through the window
slightly parted for her return
Great escapes, all well and good,
falling drunk and high, left
her misunderstood, no way
back in home, she calls
"Skylar, can you let me in!"
"Coming now.."
Their kiss lingered, Cady pulled
away, and waved looking back
as his skate board took him
back down the street, home
"You love him Meadow!"
"Skylar, I really do."
© Sia Jane
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
Cady crushed
Soulful sunbeam
Modelling moonlight
Bright red scream.
Makeshift Marilyn
Winter wanders
Cavalier cowboys
Don't slow down.
****** valleys
Lightening laser
Taunting temptation
She'll be watching.
Dusted dimes
Matriarchy mothers
Electric evolution
At least pretend.
Sleeping sisters
Brutal brothers
Scoring shots
Smells like you.
Snakes stifled
River rapids
Drowning diseases
Love songs sung.
Their souls;
corrupt.
Unarticulated answers;
lost.
Paradise alley;
forgotten.
Ungrazed lips;
innocence.
© Sia Jane
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
trick.
or may i ask treat.
hovering in the full moons twilight light
looking for a cady thirst that thrives every ones mind.
But some one searches the night to get a scare
out of you
may i wish you a happy halloween
black cats lurk in and out of the foggy mist that surrounds the chilly floor
ghost haunt the living giving a chilly rattle up your spine
turn around no ones there and continue with your trick or treating for the night.
wolfs prey on flesh to savior their hunger for the next year or so till they rise again.
The skelton bones rise once again make thier bones shake and shiver as they were a musical instroment
clock stricks 12 and all the mysteriors monster hide in the shawdows till next halloween day.
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 8:50 AM UTC
Why
What did I do?
I love you.
You love them.
She loves you.
At least....
She says she does.
You two seem perfect.
A cady coated happy ending.
Thats what it seems.
What about me?
Where's my love?
Him?
He loves me?
Do I love him?
I don't think so.
He's not easy to love.
Not many good qualities.
No special abilities.
Why should I get him?
He also loves another.
Why are we together?
Should I end it?
Why?
Can't I choose?
Don't I deserve happiness?
Don't I?
Why not?
Did I do something?
Are you more deserving?
Do you even love her?
I know you love another.
I know.
She doesn't.
I do.
What should I do?
Should I tell her?
Why does the thought,
Break my heart?
Why do you break my
lonely heart?
Am I broken?
Can I be fixed?
What's wrong?
Why?
Why does she chase you?
We both know we can't have you.
Why try?
Because we feel.
More than ever before.
At least that's how it is for me.
For her.
I think it's an obsession.
A race.
Who gets him?
Her.
That's what she thinks.
That's what she says.
She mocks me.
She hates me.
She loves me?
As a friend, she says.
But really?
Is that true?
No.
She hates me.
More than I hate myself
for loving him
more than I should.
Why?
That's my question.
Why?
Because everyone understands.
Not me.
I ask why.
Because I wish to know.
To be the one who
truly knows
who understands it all.
Knows.
Why?
How?
When?
Where?
Here.
That's where.
How?
I do not know yet.
When?
Now!
Always!
Forever I will ask
my questions.
Will haunt you.
Forever.
Why?
Because I wish them to.
Because I say so.
Me.
My decision.
Mine.
No one else's.
No one.
Just me.
Why?
I need them to.
So I will be remembered.
Not as a nothing.
A normal girl.
But that's not me.
I am the girl with questions.
Always questioning.
Always.
Forever.
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 11:29 AM UTC
Your timid words
Escaped your plump lips
"I love you, Cady"
You were desperate for a kiss
I have these guys
Falling for my love
But when you finally get it
You send it off like a dove
You took those words
Which escaped my pumping heart
"I love you too"
You threw them away
Like a childs art
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
Designs like the cubists do
Or the calculus involved in Andy Warhol's
Campbell's tomato soup can
You my new imaginary lover, Cady C
can slip down the ladder of one art
Work to another
Letting your nice skirt
And nice feminine deodorant
Smell in the cool breezes of summer
Glancing at your female
Wristwatch , blowing me a cart
Of kisses beside the hallucination
Of Judy Garland as Dorothy in the
Wizard of Oz movies on a tree swing
And land with dark legs
On the planet earth.
Ovrtey
They're see later men
*** Calleome curly.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
Morning side heights was never like this
To say good morning in the afternoon like
Odd ***** doesn't become me as I greet
You on the morning-side,
The flip side
So you can smell the flowers in the
Early morning dew.
Open your eyes to get a style out
And smell, the morning coffee brewing-
Be you old-time movie starlets in
Randolph Scott movies like Mala Powers
And Dorothy Malone or my favorite love
Drip on a love trip flipping for you
Cady K one or two.
It'd be so cool
If we were in the old west parts that
Were peaceful.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC