Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The night is long
when you've torched this building down,
I find rubble of our old conventions scattered..
It seems you now..
Superstitions circulate my peace, molding a shadow around our dreams.

These bodies of flesh are trapped between souls of stone,
Separated across the river bed, toss pieces back and forth...
Reflections in the water forsee love, the distance pay the toll,
Split between the distant shore..

He chose to suffer for inner peace,
She cries when he leaves..
No return from the beginning till end,
Tears turned to sand and pride washed away in the shore.

My flesh is burned, as sharp as stone,
Roll in my bed, the nights a tomb,
My lovers request to sleep alone,
Departed before the night is done.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Sirens warn me, the well is deep.
The flashing red lights disappear when your thoughts drift..
If I dive in, will my conscience live?
I can't decide, I'll let myself fall until I get back up again.

I am sure that the cold touch is an act, that the way you say goodbye hurts you as much as I.
I am unsure how to react, these apologies appear sincere..
But what I have is pain.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

My love

Matrimonial convictions cover me whole,
With a hole in the center,spreading rapidly,
It tears around the edge of my dress,
Shredding up the seam until I am naked. 

I've accepted my sentence of loneliness,
That I'll walk this aisle alone,
Dismiss what I ever wanted since I was a little girl.

I had what I truly wanted,
It fell between my fingers along with my ring,
I lost my one true love. .
I cannot search for what already was. 

Once I was told that I will move forward,
I know I can't defy the gravity, the pull...
Time will move my body, but my soul stands still.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

I can hear the rain pouring outside my door,
There's an old man on the corner trying to stay warm,
The windshields blurred, but I can still see the same. 

I wear my gloves tight with my hands on the wheel, 
Turn the signal to the right down the street where I used to feel,
I have no passenger, but if I did, I'd still be alone. 

I drive downtown through the concrete hills, see the smoke stacks below me. 
Pass the old footsteps that I walked in the more happy days...
Cross the paths of the streets I knew...
Twenty fives miles per hour, makes it all blur from here,
Take a glance in my rear view mirror and your not there. 

Saturday, February 11, 2012

To the discerning group who have big point of views,
You wear your collars as halos and the fashion show makes sense...
These chapters keep changing and I can't keep up...
My time spent alone is effervescent yet numb.

I'm walking on a tight rope above a pit of venomous snakes,
The wind rolls in every direction causing my vulnerable frame to sway,
In the long run it's much better, but till then I'd rather hide,
Let the world that's worn take on my soul and bury me...
Envelop me in the ground, let me blossom in a way that's never been done.

But tomorrow's another lifetime. These curves in my life won't always fray. I'll look up to that star, remember myself and maybe you...or you...and them. And how things just are. Fucking remarkable.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Surrender your attrition to the dead end of winter,
My magnetism draws the soul of the unwilling... 

I'm burning inside, my heart lives.
My blood turns cold from the everlasting ache. 

I'll remain silent and lock what's left..
Dream of love and become forgotten.