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Take my life...Take my life
Or give me a reason to live
For all these years I've lived
are like stones in a lake
Sinking as they touch
Take my hand
And lead me to a world
where people don't think
For all these thoughts i thought
are washed away by them
And their inhibitions
Take my breathe
and let me wake up
from a world of dreams
For all the dreams i saw
were shattered to pieces
on ground of reality
Take my eyes
and let me be blind
so I see nothing
For all these things I saw
were fake as a mirage
just seeming to be real
Take my soul
and let me be a stone
so I feel nothing
For all these things I felt
were happy illusions
as mean as they could be
Or take my heart
and fill it with love
So I have nothing
but you in my arms
And the world stares at me
as jealous as it could be
I am a turtleI am a turtle
with the waters of hope
to keep me alive
and hardened to the touch
to protect a soft core.
I am a turtle
wrinkled, wrangled and dry
with a home on my back
and the world before my eyes
slowly growing nearer.
Lipstick Stained KissesMy best friend used to tell me
"Leslie Dianne, I love you and I hate you
all in the same breath."
I didn't understand what he meant.
So I shut him up with lipstick stained kisses
that tasted like my last cigarette.
He was the first boy I ever loved.
Since we were children we made blanket forts,
we played outside and counted the stars.
We both had troubled childhoods.
Left with the bitterness of abandonment, and the memories of verbal abuse
we looked in all the wrong places for love and comfort.
I was 14 years old when I learned that happiness is found at the bottom of a bottle.
Instead of making blanket forts we poured shots.
Slippery nipples, kamikaze's, Irish car bombs, liquid cocaine, screaming orgasms, tequila slammers, you name it me poured that shit and let me tell you,
I can slam down shots like I slam fucking poetry.
but now instead of playing outside we played with each other, no longer able to count the stars because we couldn't see past our blurry double vision, sky in a haz
Shattered StarsBroken glass shines under streetlamps like glittering stars,
Like distant lights from far away,
Pulled from their seat in the heavens,
What force could of pulled these stars from their places?
Razor sharp beauty, glittering like forsaken diamonds,
Dashed apon the ground.
Refracted a thousand times,
In the tiny mirrors,
Each with it's own reflection,
A thousand copies of me in the glass.
As I leave, the shards twinkle behind me.
Shattered stars smashed apon the concrete.
Not AshamedI have become one of those girls who now has to wear a bra under her bathing suit
I thought I would stay a happy size D but now its closer to E
God . . . what did I do to deserve these
Not that I'm complaining, it gave you a reason to look at me
But how is that fair when I am so much more
Sir I speak Spanish, go to college, turn my words into music that dances off my tongue like the belly dancers of India or an exotic Salsa of my syllables
I am that 'wifey' material that every guy claims to want, yet all I get asked for are my digits
A hit it and quit it
Men wonder why I say NO
It is because I could tell your intent the moment your gaze went south and lingered there longer than on my luscious curls, my fierce eyes, or even the sassy mouth that rejects you
I would much rather be called a prude then diminish my shine for a brief moment with you
Now some say I should cover them up or put them away
Would you shun a tiger for her stripes or a lion for his mane?
Why should I have to hide or
Does not see
One that lingers
On your lips as
You get drunk on the
Ghost of her
Fleeting presence, her
Faded footsteps are like
Thunder in your chaotic mind
Does not hear
The inebriated slurs in your
Voice, they are the
Bridges connecting the
Notes of another
Mellifluous cacophony that
Sounded better in your
Head but when
You get drunk you
Tend to forget such things
Does not feel
Heart, it is pumping
Blood with enough
Through it to
Knock you dead, but you
Are too busy showing
Off your best dance moves,
You don't even care
Does not care
About whether or
Not you will be
Sober enough to get
Yourself home the next
Morning, she is
Not your designated
Driver, she always
Leaves before the
Night is over,
She always leaves
Does not know
You have no
Choice but to
A Noble WarHow noble and proud the government's must be,
to stick to there principles as the innocents flee.
How stedfast and honourable dispite the misery they cause,
to see such suffering yet carry on without pause.
How brave and courageous as there missiles fly,
to stick to there guns as children die.
How righteous and happy there ghosts must be,
to haunt the rubble in there land's of the free.
The ButterflyA wonder of colors,
Sprawled on delicate wings.
Awe struck glances,
At the most complicated simple things.
Inspiring and glorious,
Charming and enchanted.
Ducking and diving,
Even flying slanted.
Bursts of yellow,
Flashes of blue,
Flares of orange,
They glimmer and shine every color hue.
So small and tender,
So shy and free.
Floating along in the breeze,
Just as happy as can be.
People overlook them,
Pass them by.
But some people appreciate these majestic creatures,
And help the ones who are broken fly.
There's not a moment more precious,
Then when one lands upon your finger.
You fill with pride and joy,
Feeling the trust linger.
Hold them gently,
Let them fly.
Observe them carefully,
And learn the regal ways of the butterfly.
Unscripted PoemI tread the stairs of Heaven boldly,
Bright and furious, my stars shine on.
Shirk I not, the call of duty,
Brightest blood, in battle splashed,
My armor rings with purpose.
Twilight wanes, the grasp of night,
my eternal embrace in Glory.
Light calls to me, I will away,
my reward secured and rightly.
In Love With Others MadnessEvery night and everyday i help those who need a hand.
Some nights only one asks for help
Some nights no one asks for help
And on nights like tonight,
Im grateful to suffer this cursid insomnia
I deal with one, and then another comes along,
Again and again,
All night long,
This task of hearing people's cries,
And hearing the stories of their pleading souls
Should be torture to my ears
It's pure, unadulterated bliss
It relaxes me like no book ever could
It was once a task that maddened me
But now im driven insane without it...
Love and carbonWhat are we?
Just a bunch of Carbon atoms,
roaming freely in the universe
Until they meet, and become one,
maybe not for eternity, but for their lifetimes.
like aching hearts
seen from a distance
A distance which connects them
yet they are far enough
to feel the burning pain of loneliness
A distance which fills the gap between them
like a covalent bond
with nothing but electrons in between
And when the distance lowers
the hearts become closer
like the two moons of Barsoom
they meet in unison
they kiss and consume
the valleys of distance
and make something different
Like a bunch of carbon atoms
roaming freely in the universe
Until they meet, and become one
to create existence
Seen from a distance
A distance that never was
in the hearts that were far apart
Maybe the bond existed
even when they were not a part
of the bigger creation
that we call love
The question is if
Love can be defined
with carbon atoms or not
Is it a chemical
or a pairing of bonds
Or just a piece of distance
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