I am so ******* done.
I am now a loaded gun,
So you’d better ******* run.
I am hateful, like a forsaken son,
I am spiteful, like the blazing sun.

An appetite for self-destruction,
Akin to handling dynamite without any instructions.
The chaotic disorder that runs amok,
The scavenging hoarder pillaging dead schmucks.
This language is those dark corners left unilluminated by love,
A savage from unknown lands coming over the ridge,
That unsated, insane impulse that turns push into shove.

Throbbing veins and demonic thoughts,
Sobbing dames and manic frauds.
Your mental kingdom, your palace of peace –
It all falls apart, piece-by-piece.
Hate is like a saboteur, sneaking in,
It robs life of its grandeur, sinking its teeth in.

Rhythm just doesn’t happen,
You feel stricken, like you’re borderline bed-ridden,
Feeling as used as a ***** napkin.
You see hate in every pair of dead eyes,
In every new set of ******* lies,
Whenever another inner child dies,
Whenever another bomb-dropping jet flies.

We have two languages, in this life –
The language of love, and the language of hate.
Which one do you want to speak?
Which realm do you seek?
Choose wisely;
Mistakes are not taken very kindly.

i stole the constellations
from the inky sky and spent hours
stitching them into my snow white flesh.
i dazzle and shine but now the heavens
are darker than my thoughts and
the unilluminated sky cries to me
woeful of their loss.

the moon, you see, she's so alone,
and it grieves her to think of her children
so far from home.

these diamonds look beautiful on me
but they cannot tell their story when they are
trapped underneath the itching sleeves of my sweater.

Sisters like us will always exist beyond the extremes of time
We are a trinity of strong, sophisticated, and mature women
We are fierce, skilled, and impeccable warriors, armored with vivacity And serenity bursting with power to inspire ourselves to persevere
Through any challenges that may emerge

We have conditioned ourselves to be go-getting, independent
Stay on the daily grind and never sway away from where we sojourn
The road may become unilluminated, laborious, and emotionally
Exhausting, but we are immaculately built to bust through any tough
And towering barrier, knowing the strength we possess, will see us

Through any unseasonably severe storm, we will never breakaway
From the old tradition, the many teachings from our elders
That carried us through the roughest of times, believing in the words
Of the wise when days and nights came unrestrainable circumstances
Trying to keep the faith because we were taught that God would never

Forsake the righteous, that in times of a crisis, we fall on our knees
And pray to the Almighty one, pray he will stand by our side, show
Us a brighter way to enliven our spirits, to keep us from ever deviating
From our creation of dreams, from the path that leads to heavenly
Insight, from the wisdom, knowledge, and understanding that is

Deeply rooted in our blood, enough firepower to remain efficacious
Holding on to the rhythm of soul that forever flows profoundly
Inside our vessels, telling ourselves each day and night we shall
Not break, we will stay strong in inseparableness and carry on all
The traditions that we taught to us from our limitless lineage

What I was rummaging about in you
Turned out to be strong, discarded verbs
Skyrocketing into repulsed adverbs
Unconscionable prepositions
Drifting astray into anomalous places
Stripped down vowels, disintegrated rhymes
Helpless subjects and predicates
Ceasing to stream in stillness

You left me knife-slashed
My throat sore and swollen
Ripped dreams spinning
In inconsequential flow
Broken poetry soaked
In horrendous, unilluminated scenes
In all your madness
I crashed into starless sadness
Stuck in slumberland
As I shuddered to think about
The days and nights ahead of me