Does my blackness offend you?
Is my hair too curly for you?
Are my hips too wide for you?

My dark brown skin glows with all the melanin I have been gifted with.
My lucious thick hair is filled with curls that bounce with every stride I take forward, away from oppression.
My hips sway perfectly with the drums beating in the air of the Mother land.

Does my athletism bother you?
Is my intelligence too much for you?
Are my people beneath you?

My athletic feats have been studied by generations of white Americans who have hoped to find an extra ligament in my leg.
My intelligence has been the reason for many inventions all over the world.

My people will rise above , always have , always will.

My people will be given justice where it's due.

My people will be heard , just like the drums from the Mother land.

So here I am.
    Within your heartstrings.
     I like to think I flow through your mind like blood flowing through your superior vena cava.

Constant;
And non-chalant.

And there you are.
                    Rolling and rolling and tumbling around the empty train station in my mind.

Like a tumble ****.
Where did you come from?
Were you ever really mine?

What is the color of my eyes?

Grey, like the clouds.
At least that's what they tell me.

But you aren't here very often and only sometimes do you come around with your talent of using words to your advantage even though I'm the only person who sees through your fake persona and too long brown lucious hair.

But this one's for you.

Just like the one I wrote when I first started but that was a different story.
That had a different meaning.
A different message.

That one said;

"I love you."

This one says;

"I still do."

Eskimo Pies.  You have been the backbone of my existance.
Bland days and times of no work.  
You have sustainted me through it all.
Your lucious chocolate and creamy ice cream make my days bearable.

Vanilla dripping down my chin,
I have you on my side.
I will make do with you.
You, who have filled my life with sweetness.

Your over-fried scrambled egg brain...
Your crystal blue toilet water eyes...
Your entangling lucious snake-like locks...
Your enchanting lying lips...
Your snuggled and overly tight embrace...
Your sweet and sufficating breathe...
Your complete and utter toxic love...
Everything about you...
***** me in.

She's a very **** lady
is that Angelina J
All the girls want lips like her
but botox ain't the way

It doesn't matter who you are
if you're a model or a dancer
You can get lucious bulbous lips
with The Duct Tape Lip Enhancer

This miracle of science
also available online
and in those "As seen on TV" shops
for just $24.99

This too is guaranteed to work
from the North down to the South
you just take your Duct Tape Lip Enhancer
and stick it over your mouth.

Now unlike the Duct Tape Diet Patch
the instructions don't stop there
You have to press it down real hard
then yank it off with a tear

See not only will your lips swell up
and be bulbous to the max
you'll also have a smooth top lip
thanks to the built in Duct Tape Lip Wax

I'm trying to write a poem, because that's what I do
write poetry about me and you, you and I
those guys, these kids...

that time I choked on fireflies because every third word I'd say illuminated the sky and between every spark of light the shadows clenched my eyelids.  Or all of the times Elmer fastened them shut and I saw nothing but sticky, icky white glue

poems about something true, like the genetic connect between my cats- they're sisters
or the non genetic connect between me and my stepsister- i miss her
poems about hating the way I destroy each building block I set aside
poems about hanging on for the ride
I could write a poem each and every day about the birth of the earth in may
but when springtime arrives and lucious life thrives I can barely get out of bed
poems about irony
poems about the law of murphy

There's a poem I've written too many times about the criminal I am and all of my crimes
there's a poem I have not yet written in ink, about not knowing what why or how my thoughts think
there's a poem I will write, and it fills me with fright yet gets me through the night
because the beauty blooming from your eyes intoxicated me, like the hug from a drug pollenating

You can't simply try to write a poem- upchuck the acidic thoughts you think
they weigh you down like past and future hangovers
molded like heavy boulders almost tipping off your shoulders- you can't simply try to write a poem

It's like loving your cousin though you've barely known him
like a conch pressed to trying to hear the ocean
but it's really just your blood pumping in motion

"If I could choose between loving you and breathing you I would use my last breath to say I love you."
 
Danger was in the air as I ran over to your house, right next door, the perfect place for a best friend to live. If i ever had a problem my first assumption was to run right to your house, let you hold me and comfort me. I would let you soothe me and tell me over and over again that everything would be okay. By the way you said it only half the time I believed you.
 
Sometimes when I see you in the hallway I still say hi, its so hard to register the fact that now all I get from you is silence.
You look down each time I pass you.
Your eyes blank, a endless brown whole with nothing in it, not the love I used to see there or even a faint glint of happiness.
I forget about the past we had.
Where I pratically killed you, destroying your heart with my naive movements and my dumb choices.
I didnt mean it! I want to scream, to cry out to you.
How much I wish you would forgive me.
My shame eats me up everynight, everytime I see you my stomach drops and all I want to do is go into the corner and cry.
 
I keep the memories of our friendship hidden in the back of my brain, all those times we had together. The ones you just forgot and I still go back to everynight. My safezone is this dark, cold, world. The world where i am alone.
Without you I am nothing.
 
At this point Im brought back into that time in my life where everything was perfect.
Where you were my best friend, and all our problems were gone,
Where we can talk all day everyday, instead of getting into an argument every two seconds.
 
If only I didnt have to ruin it all..
And when its dark out, and everyones lights are off. The animals are sleeping and the owls are awake, Schools closed, the city silent besides those few drunkies who send echos of screams through the deserted streets. I let the memories captivate me and take over my body.
I am sent back to a time when everything was perfect.
Soon I begin to beleive this is all reality and I am back into your arms again.
But then my alarm clock rings, I get up and dressd for school.
See you in the hallway surrounded by girls, just the sight of you making milllions of emotions evolve in my stomach,
I smile at you, and my heart flutters as I see you smile back at me and wink. Your white teeth glistening, but then I turn around to see her there. The girl with the long lucious hair that cascades down her hourglass figure, With the blue eyes with brighten in delight.
 
I begin to wonder why I ever let you go.
The answer comes to me it was because I thought you would chase after me.

I have dealt with this before,
This feeling...
I am dealing with it again,
This feeling...

The outer look matters
Rather the taste of inner
The shape and color of a bottle
Looks fancy and appealing
Rather its contents, so bitter

Beauty on face, complexion
So beautiful
Inside a dark, deep infested nest
Ugly and untruthful

Painted figures, expensive makeup
Lucious lips
Pleasing to ones eyes
Caring heart, kind soul, unpleasant appearance
Yet, doubtful cries

Whatever is beautiful, matters!
Regardless to the consequences
Most see the outer appearance and judge
Hardly see the innocent smile,
                            ...of the less fortunate

©sim

13 years ago
that Magnolia tree hovered over my yard.
it cast such a shadow
that everything underneath was always so cool.  
the flowers were so beautiful;
the purest white to the palest pink.
when the sun was at a certain angle
the tree looked magical.
5 years ago the tree split in half.

back then
the grass was so much greener.
i don't mean the metaphor
the feeling of thin lucious grass running through my toes
always amazed me.
the grass is dead now.

we used to love the rain.
we would run up
and play in the middle of the street.
until the thunder cracked
and we'd race back home,
laughing the whole way.
I'm terrified of storms now.

you used to be able to hear kids playing.
you could drive through any neighborhood at any time of day during the spring and summer.
there would be kids outside.
playing baseball, rundown, release, soccer-
riding bikes, scooters, skateboards, go karts-
jumping on pogo sticks, trampolines, and over ropes.
even at night
we would go out
trying to catch lightening bugs.
we're inside on our phones now.

the trees going to school.
God were they something.
they lined the road,
every tree was the exact same
but something about there being so many in one place
could take your breath away.
2 years ago the road and trees were destroyed

I wish things never changed

God made the multitude of animals but adam was not so satisfied.
So from with in his own parts did God extract and seeking to please in intention.  
So eve came like some devil animal so apart from the thinking adam was left with.
Do we now see that women are apart from humanity.
Like a left winged bat stalking and sufficient where the moon waxes and wanes to and fro, where the seams quake.
Adam was not satisfied wholey.
So the animal was removed
Placed into being,
Now find peace.

An itch from a bug bite
I scratch and scratch
A ***** with a red light
I went too fast
Skipped the warning
Got the ticket
An inconvenient bill, a note that states you went for the ****
I'm bleeding
It pours from my limbs
My heart still pumping blood
A scab to stop the flood
Hardened yet still fresh
Don't pick at it
Unless you want a scar forever
She has bug bites too
Doesn't even bother to scratch
Says she doesn't want a bruise
What a difference
We don't handle our hurts the same
A time consuming uncertainty that burned me like a flame
A flame
A flame that started a forest fire
It burned down all the trees
Now there's nothing left but ash
A darkened, withered, dusty substance that once used to be
A bright, powerful, warm, hungry fire
A forest filled with lucious green trees that kept growing higher
And now
I feel as if she's tired...
My bug bites still itch
scratches
And she
Threw out the matches...

I saw you through the limelight sky,
the flowers move as you do,
smell as you do,
so elegant and so beautiful,
all of them wanting to be you,
gorgeous


Moving through the winded meadow,
the grass flowing in your flootsteps,
your dress is blowing in the wind,
looks like youare ready to fly


Finally,
you look at me,
even from across the plains,
I can see your lucious eyes,
intrigued,
I know you want to come closer,
yet I stand here,
awaiting your every move.

Young children skip stones on the lake.
The boys, they "accidently" fall in.
Mistakes are the best memories made.
Laughter fills the sweet summer air.
On their chubby cheeks
the sun dances
and they breathe in
the lucious smell of springs late blooming flowers.
Summer is finally here.
Handmade Lemonade stands scatter footpaths
and lemon peels litter the street.
Lemonade 5cents
Daisy chains rest on the older girls heads
as they tan in the sun.
And in ten years time, polaroids will fill their walls
Of this beautiful summer
in the town by the lake.

Doom and gloom
You would assume.
Jaded to a fault.
Hate my parents
Hate my life
Blah blah blah
But on a sarcastic note,
There are things I feel
I should inform,
This society of faceless prose,
I'm actually quite unoriginal
And awkward as far as I go.
I fall a lot
I laugh even more
I'm obsessed with a lot of musical scores.
I can draw and play stringed wood
I'd love to dance...
If I only could.
I love the elderly
And the habits they keep.
I love little kids
And the way that they creep.
I'm prone to an unexpected collapse
Of thoughts and rationality.
The color red
Tickles my fancy.
Mac and cheese is a classic dish of mine.
Cheesecake makes my sweet tooth rot.
And I think three toed sloths are out right FINE!
No, they really are! Check them out.
They're my spirit animal without a doubt.
I like to look up cats on YouTube.
And I'm obsessed with SEGA genesis too.
I enjoy a good calorie burn
If it means getting off the couch for the tv channel to turn.
I'm not fat but I'm not thin
I'm too lazy to notice if that smell is coming from me or the trash can.
I don't like mirrors or olives that much.
Brussel sprouts are also included in that bunch.
I converse with myself until I get caught
By people thinking I'm talking to them
When I'm not.
Disney movies, **** yes please!
Favorites are hunchback of Notre dame and Hercules.
Sandman comics and Calvin and Hobbes
Are written in my nightly dreams.
Don't like coffee and I don't like tea
But red bull makes my eyes twitching.
Vanilla is my favorite smell.
I don't like chocolate all that well.
I talk too much about nothing at all
And when it comes to love,
I love to fall.
5'2"...yes I'm shorter than you
I'm well aware of it when reaching for things too.
I dye my hair and cut it myself.
It took a lot of bald months
To have it this fancy and lucious.
I get a lot of looks while driving the scene
When a baby doll like me is blaring slipknot, Metallica, pantera, or coheed.
I'm nearly 25 but look 17
And I still have a soft spot for shel Silverstein.
Neil gaiman is my main man to read
And his wife, Amanda Palmer, has created my favorite music scene.
I used to wear a lot of black
Until I graduated high school and said
"The hell with that."
Colors aren't as bad as all of that.
I like my knives and my stuffed animals just the same
Strangers things I'm crazy
Crazy people think I'm sane.
I'm a hippy as far a fashion dreams
Bell bottom pants and worn out band tees.
I have more guy friends than girls
And I think it's getting me in just as much trouble.
I thought I was gay once
But japan made me sure
When approaching a drunken *******
I couldn't even touch the guy or the girl.
So I declined, my eyebrow confused and creased
Turned that ******* into a twosome
And left them in peace.
I design tattoos and have a few of my own
Based on comic books as my arms would show.
I'm a bit of a nerd but there are worse things to be
Now you know I'm kind of perky
Do you still like me?

At home in the foam
the oceans I roam
I move from place to place
with the water I displace
as I swim threough the sea
the water and salt evaporate me.

   Soothing the sounds that reach my ear
the seagulls and otters chattering away I hear.
Looking up at the spray catching my eye,
the sun, the sounds, the sights, I started to cry.
Beauty abounding everywhere that I look
sea sarounding me I savor the sareality in each little nook.

   Outstreching your hand, you reach for a cloud,
the shadow it casts an ominous shroud.
Watching in wonder and aw, the clouds stack high.
Amazed as the waves begin to pick up for a storm draws nigh.
Crashing about, the waves, and the wind, and the lightning crack.
Rain pounding before you, thrusting you to and fro, slapping your back.

   The motion continues to calm.
The sounds simply sooth all the noise away.
The light laguishing lovingly on lucious glowing skin.
She swims slowly beneeth me a giant blue whale slumbering past.

   Back to the ocean, at home in the foam of the sea.
the water and salt evaporate me.
Swiming through bliss not a care in the world.
Melting away as the wonders of the ocean call you to her, call you home.
To the water, and salt, and the sea, and the foam.

Some days I can't get out of bed
I just can't bear to lift my head
Sometimes it hurts to breathe
My pain continues to seethe
Why did I just yell at them
They're taking blood again
I wish the results were clear
My life is at a full tilt veer
I can't believe it might be cancer
******* it! just give me the answer
Is that even a possible at nineteen
I guess not they say I'm clean
So what is it then
I guess it's back to the doctors again
I'm losing all my lucious locks
And my stomache is always on the rocks
I'm sick of being sick
My future is being ****** by a tic
What a vicious nasty disease
Please God cure it please please please
I want to play with my daughter
I want the energy to get even hotter
I'm so young it seems so unfair
I want done with this whole affair
Maybe next time
But for now I'll end this rhyme

I look at the picture
And my gaze falls upon your hair
Dark
Black
Hair that cascades down the sides of your face like a black churning waterfall
Black
A deep black
So deep it drags me into the embrace of your ravishing beauty...

...but this is not what commands my gaze.

I look at the picture
And my gaze falls upon your eyes
Sparkling
Riveting
Eyes that enchant me
The dark shadows of that perfectly frame your eyes
Highlight the tiny dot of contrast within
That seems to be the gateway to the most intricately beautiful soul
That I have ever had the blessing to bear witness to...

...but this is not what commands my gaze.

I look at the picture
And my gaze falls upon your lips
Lucious
Red
Lips slightly parted
As you seem to yearn for something
Your sense of vivacious earnestness
Multiplied tenfold
Just by those subtly parted lips...

...but this is not what commands my gaze.

I look at the picture
And my gaze falls upon your shoulder
An elegant
Subtle
Olive-brown skin tone perfectly juxtaposed against your charcoal black hair
Your shoulder tantalizingly flaunts itself
Daring!
Any and all
To defy your beauty...

...but this is not what commands my gaze.

No.

What commands my gaze is your neck.

Your black waterfall of churning hair
Your bright soulful eyes
Your vivacious earnest red lips
Your tantalizingly olive-brown shoulder
All combine to form
An absolute
GODDESS
of beauty
They all point towards your neck
They all seem to show me where your true beauty lies
It makes me realize that this time it's different

I could run my hand through your churning black hair a million times
I could get lost in your soulful gaza day after day
I could kiss your lavish lips every second of my day
I could carress the flawless perfection of your shoulder until my hands foem calluses

But...

I would forego all of that
If you would but let me rest my head on your shoulder
Against your neck...
Where I wouls feel safe
And enough
And strong
And adequate
And beautiful

Yes
Indeed
It is your neck that commands my gaze

i like you dyin'
your blissfully crisp
lucious pulled
tightly dyin'. your

bursting thinness the

skinny your arms

the(bytheway) your eyes

which(shining)gleam faultless eternal


andthe
your whynot perfectly hips
which carry like the burning of my cut
(with your cut)to
meet

                                ;  as ships



i and think do you
like dyin'

and you i like
(and like you i) a girl that
likes girls
                     (dyin')


likes





i

wearing your size dress
I took a walk near the moon
I pretended I knew
why everything ended so soon
and the world rusted away
like the wind in my hair
it was another language, then
but we didn't really care
worship the elaborate
and sober the beauty
behind our lucious dreams
lie our delicate screams
and the woman at the window
has got something to say
about fragments of the memories
that never got us through the day

the woman that I really am lays in my hands
and my palms are closing around her
I want to suffocate this thing moving
why do you drape me in the flags of your country
filled with its millions
yet I am so alone within you
countless and needless
pin drops on the wooden floor
where I held onto to you last night
you me
myself
I held onto myself and spoke with charm
because my concience wasnt even there
just my arms

my nose traced the cracks on the floor under me
drops of salty water pressed against my lips
then my tongue
then into me
and recycled for hours

dust leaves its traces on what was something that
was suppose to be a bond without intimacy
but a bond of human love
green birds come to my window and leave black notes
and sing black notes
and spread black notes to other windows

but oh little green bird I fed you when you were hungry
I opened my door for you, to come and seek refuge
I let my words help you
you failed me
oh how you failed me
and you left quite miserably

no gesutre did I give to have you turn your back on me

should I say it
should I ask it
to forgive me for being me
for moving the way I do
for even looking in your direction or speaking to you

love quivered hands
freindships bonded
souls with few simple silent moments
other silences came

torture me so that my fingertips never want to see light
and my day consistently turned into a barren night
no fight exceeded something as such
from a stone a cobble a crystal that I held on to so much
dont let it be that it is any other being you trust

for humans when eyes wet in lucious envy what freindships do is rust

The sweet never grows old
Or so it has been said silently and fortold
But one never knows what fortune may hold

Fortune, the misguided traveler
Whom, winds wildy send
That,in dandy-lionic fashion is fortune's fend
All the troubles of tyrants have brought to bend
There you find him, dicingly deciding
Riguriously rolling away, not minding
This carousing of carelessness
Is what bought and sold him his business

And business is good
The lifestyle and the luxurious lude
All was pefect, even the mood
But that's the aroura allure
Falling into flooding failure

And business is too good
Lucious conditioning can have one fooled
Fortune is not to be mettled with or tooled
Now it is time for this traveler to be leaved
All the misspoiled one needs is his soul to be retrieved
Luckyliy the lucid fortune's duty has been relieved

i think,
my favourite
picture of you,
sue, is the one,
i took, on a whim

it's of you, sitting,
in your back garden.

under the glorious
magnolia tree

it was in bloom
and a carpet of
cream blossoms
were at your feet.
a few scattered,
on the table
and extra seat.
one had fallen,
haphazardley,
in your hair.

you were sat,
in a relaxed, but
thoughtful pose.

the lines upon
your face relaxed,
your body, slack
and comfortable.

one hand holding
a cup of tea.
the other, absently
massaging, the
strawberry blonde
fur, of the big blob
of the cat you loved
so dear.

next to you a pile
of marking,
weighted down,
with a garden trowel
and a scattering of pens.

some herbs and fresh
carrots on the tabletop.

and in the corner
of the frame, lazlo
pointing to the sky.

yes, this is my favourite.

you, all dressed,
in studio black
and that lucious,
steel grey hair.
set against,
the  cream and green
backdrop of
the magnolia tree.


i hope,
you get to see,
those magnificent blooms.
one last time,
my friend.

The thump of our hearts beating in sync

My breath is caught, my mind is racing.

Admiring her beauty, her cheecks burning red

I take her by the hand, her skin as soft as silk

The chirps and whistles of nature fade

The aroma of lavender engulfs my senses.

We lean in. We kiss. My heart skips.

Her lips are lucious cherries,

Her eyes begging for another.

We caress each other, birds flying above.

What is this feeling, is it love?

The sights she sees
Sights of dreams
Sights of wishes
Sights of failure
Sights that could change her if she wanted
But she chooses to stay the same
Due to her appearance
She gets the attention she longed for
The curve in her hips
The curls of her golden brown hair
The lucious red raspberry lipstick
The perfect color to match my hair she says as she chooses
If only people knew the real her
The jokes she has to cheer you up
The comfort that makes you get up and try again
If only they knew the real they wouldn't say that
If *only

This desire to posses you is quite unbearable, it gnaws at my insides and scorches my flesh. This feverish love, I feel, growing more aflame. I want to entangle in a sweet and slow tango of rapid heartbeats and breathless sighs of love. Not only desire your body but also the beauty of owning your abstract heart. I want you to need me in all possible ways; to have the need to want the comfort and warmth of my small frame. To cup my face in the depth of your protective hands and to treat me as if I might break. Not only fragile but rough, crush me with the affection and passion of your bold embrace. I want to bite and kiss your lucious lips until I can satiate this dominating thirst to have you. So stay with me, stay until you need me, stay until you tire of me for I'll never will get enough of you.
I need you for as long as I live, and want you for as long as I can't hold on anymore.
All I truly want is to love and be loved by no other than you.

An indignant face
Infectious towards my simple life
How can I hold?
How can I wait?
With the rest in time
And a cough in space.

Memory sheds
A bath below,
In which this tilting head sinks

A stern fist
A maniacal laugh
Flood the cough
On its behalf

Now forlorn
In a waste of water
Crafted luscious in the time we spot her.

He kisses me with passion,
Lucious lips gently pressing mine,
There is a long moment of silence,
As both of us shine.
O, how graceful he is,
Every smile, every kiss,
I cherish every moment together,
Everything about you, I do miss.
Two hearts beating as one,
A rush of excitement passes by me,
Always thinking of you,
Young, wild, and free.

Guys don't really care
For short hair girls
Long, lucious hair
Thick, full
Down by the waist
Complementing their spine
Freefalling in the breeze
Flowing with the current
As they turn their heads
Send you a look you'd die for
Over their shoulders
Long haired girls
They know they have you
And you're sold.
Long hair is so much more beautiful
While short hair
Short hair is not.
Short hair does not get you noticed
It does not have a certain entrance
When you walk into a room
It is not beautiful
Or eye grasping
I mean
Would you rather have one flower
Or a garden of flowers?
It is not luscious
Or forgiving.
But
It is me.
I am the girl with short hair
I am the girl who is not wanted
I am far from any lengths that tickle my spine.
And you want to know something?
That's alright with me.

Lucious Lips
Fingertips

Welcome; take a seat.

White-rimmed Eyes
Opaque Lies

*Would you like to eat?