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Good To MeYou finger my piano keys
In such a pleasing way
The music that you create is of no other
And such an angelic sound
Please always treat me this way
Supper TimeFeed me
My quenching stomach
Growling in need
Spoon me the foods of your words
Then I'll be at ease
CarsShadows crawl around my walls with silence
And light whips along my cieling when headlights stream through the top of my blind
And it's like me, because I shade the light from coming in
And when a piece seeps through it quickly rides away
Why am I so sad these days
A willow tree, it sags like me
A darkened cloud like my eyes
Where is contentment
Where is my mind
My Pail Of WaterAt times I go frail like the elderly
And I weep like a willow tree after the rainfall
My hands climb among each other and play on themselves
Like a piano
But what am I do to after all this is done
Caving in does not rid the problem
Expressing emotions does not defeat the cause of them
So what am I to do
When all my tears have fallen
And it is only a matter of time before the bucket fills again
And my sockets pour them out
My Mind Is At RestCounting words in my brain
To keep me as far from listening to them as possible
My brain knows well but my heart defeats it
It's hypnotyzed to sleep by the beat
Of my heart saying
"Your job is over now, leave the rest to me"
My brain knows well
But not when it's asleep
Unhealthy TonguesIf what everybody said was up to me
I'd be washing people's mouths with soap until they all agreed
What people say these days I watch in disgust at my fellow friends
And wish them differently
Where has everybody's heart gone?
Because they are no where I can see
I'm Not The Spider's SupperI feel underestimated at least twice a day
To every teenage girl
Who I am not
But in this web of misjudgements I am caught
And don't bother to unwind, because a month or so from now,
all you others would not believe a single word I said,
How I am not like other girls, I'm not in the same web
I made my own
People AssumeEverybody thinks my brain is small
And thinks I'm not capable of very much at all
Because I'm young
But no one knows how I'm old in the mind
My brain in a rocking chair, my wisdom at his side
They get together and play chess, and though old, they'll never die
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
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