Fire breathing from within
I have left the world alone
Had my thoughts covered in sin
And my righteousness is gone
Words come out as thorny spines
Breaking skin and poking blood
By avoiding living landmines
I have built my house in mud
JourneyBroken dreams and broken lives
Lay onto the path to death
Even if I close my eyes
I can feel them on my breath
Everything else seems unreal
Only pen and paper reign
Might weapon forged in steel
Mighty shield to fight the pain
And the journey doesn't end
Keep on fighting till it's dark
On my search for ways to mend
I have torn my world apart
Caterpillar and then moth
I still don't know how to fly
Trough the knowledge that I've sought
I have only learned to die
Growing upShould I keep looking for love
Like so many before me?
Should I open up my bed?
Is that what will set me free?
I have not done it before
Like I thought was right to do
Do I chose the right to whore
And I open into you?
Chasing dreams that are not mine
I've met purpose in my life
And before a glass of wine
I'll admit to be your wife
I am here where I was
Rediscovering the rules
I'm the effect to my cause
Turning people into wolves
Choices I have made before
Still remain as broken glass
Taking off the shoes I wore
I might put them in my past
Scour mountains for their rocks
As I'm carrying my own
Turning all of them to blocks
For the walls that I adorn
Fixed ParametersMy breath fogs up the world
I only see the dangers
The darkness is too cold
I'm not one of the changers
I'm always left behind
Because my soul is dragging
Is this the deal that's signed?
If so, I'm starting gagging
Mankind rejects my song
You are the drug I'm using
I won the surname Strong
It feels so much like losing
I need what I fear most
My dreams have left my pillow
Wishing I could be lost
I am a weeping willoww
Good Night Good Luck!Fairy dust and pixie dreams,
Happy laughter sang as hymns,
Fluffy pillow made of hope,
Here's to hoping I don't choke!
FearAnd now I'll let you flood, river of hatred
And you may never know what was the truth
There's nothing here to give birth to freedom
I'm left with only guilt of wasted youth
And maybe I will hide under the covers
Or even better, underneath the bed
And maybe we'll stop staring at each other
And blurt out all the things that must be said
And how I wish that you could flow trough out me
And drown the residue of things I've done,
The darker part of my imagination,
The monster that I think I have become
dragonsA creature of myth,
Or so many believe-
They fill fairytales,
And haunts the past.
It's fierce eyes,
Gazing upon you,
staring into your being-
It's fiery breath,
The stench of lost souls-
Dried blood upon its talons,
A victim of the past-
The dragon's burning heart,
Driving his wings-
To spread his will-
To soar through the sky,
claiming it as his own-
The creatures driven,
By they're own being.
LesbianMy thoughts wandered back into my fourth grade mind frame.
She had beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes,
And a perfectly white smile that reflected the sunlight like a mirror.
She was a good teacher, mmmhmmm, good to look at,
And I even knew it back then,
Before I knew I was a lesbian.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Ranbows are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple,
And so am I!
My thoughts wandered back into memories of Sam, my first girlfriend.
She was shorter than I was, with wavy black curls,
And with hazel eyes that seemed so enchanting,
And she had beautiful pale white skin, mmmhmmm, lovely girl,
And I knew it then,
I was a pre-teen lesbian.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Rainbows are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple,
And so am I!
My thoughts wandered back into memories of "coming out".
She came out on accident, and 'she' was me,
Brave enough to accept the fact that people were noticing,
But smart enough not to get myself into trouble, mmmhmmm, that's me,
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
Dear Readeron the roof
sheen after sheen
from buckets of paint;
you do all
with the color
open their mouths
in the rain
spread one wing
and lean out
as the moon
like a coin
in a fist;
peels a lime;
pulls at the door
while the waitress
clears the table.
is making space.
life is but an open wound
forever drowining us
people are foolish
to think that they can stop us
but they cant
each one of us is filled with flaws
good and bad
we are different
yet the same
no one can truely see
what we see
they will never understand
there might be others like us
but we are alone
respiration.i am shipwrecked fever;
& she is denied oxygen.
i taste sirens on the shore
of her collarbones,
& salt-licked sea limbs.
but, it's the natural disaster
wrapped around her coral spine
that really has my lungs
She Talks With MonstersThis girl never had a fear of monsters.
She allowed them to rest on the insides of her eyelids,
the crook of her neck, the empty spaces of her chest cavity.
She had no fear, there were much scarier things in this world
than darkness, clawing at her back. Living for the night
she etched her dreams upon the bars of her cage
whispering of centuries past because she truly missed the sun,
grass on her back. Frosty Decembers have her forgetting
what it feels like to love, but she knows who she is
she doesn't need the taste of cigarette ash
suffocating her inside her own flesh.
November skies tore open this night,
ripping a hole in her bedsheets.
It is in those dark spaces between
bone marrow and heartbeats that she finds herself-
tattered and breathless, whispering dark secrets
into a strangers ears. Her origami limbs folding
like patterned paper only to reach desperately
for the sun kissed frills of Apollo's robes.
FeverI like pretending I mean something to the ghosts
who wreak havoc on my bones-
impaling these masochistic butterfly wings
on railroad spikes
between heartbeats and bedsheets,
I got a heart in New Orleans,
palms engraving names like
Juliet, Alexandria, & Christine
on the seats of greyhound buses.
& I'm offering up 102 degrees of skin to a godless moon
as I breathe in her night scent.