I went shopping today
and might I just say,
“Oh, the things that I found!”
From the colorful make up
to help my face wake up
to the clothes from all around.
Shorts, shirts and pants,
dresses that make me dance.
I look fabulous, I should be crowed!
The bright red lipstick,
eye shadow to make my eyes thick
I look marvelous, I don’t even need a wig!
And do you want to know a secret about my shopping spree?
Everything was amazingly free,
to get the bargain through a closet I had to dig.
And as I look in the mirror,
the haunting question is clearer,
“Does this dress make my diaper look big?”
City of dreams
City of yellow cabs
City of lights
Skyscrapers touch the sky
Skyscrapers towering over the ants of people
Skyscrapers that can’t be compared to even the tallest tree in the forest
Lights saying go this way
Lights saying go that way
Lights that pedstrians refuse to follow.
Buildings dressed in burned red bricks
Buildings laced with rusted fire escapes
Buildings with so much hidden within, so little time
People rushing here
People racing there
People running to everywhere, to anywhere
Anywhere and everywhere!
A part of me is excited to walk amongst
The people who walk as if life is a runway
A part of me is terrified of the barbaric traffic
A part of me wants to know what all the hype is abouy
And what a hype it is!
Constant noise from cars zooming by
Constant honks from impatient drivers to slow bystanders
Constant life as the day goes to rest and the night comes alive.
Sometimes I lay in bed wondering
“What the hell was I thinking?”
Again, trapped in the same quick sand
of my love for you that sinks me in so deep.
You wouldn’t know that I’m struggling to
keep myself above the surface,
trying to breath what little air I have,
as you lie there peacefully in a sleep.
I watch you so often the structure of your
face is sketched in my mind, the baby-like
slumber that disguises everything about you
and for once it’s as if you’re meek.
And although I silently lay, inside of me
screams, in hopes that you will hear me,
awaken you from your dreams, then
maybe you’ll know my love for you is making me weak
The door that could free me, still remains closed
and it’s not that I’m unable to open it, but it’s you
that stands between, unable to love me, yet unable
to let me go. Selfish, you are but in love with you I am,
unable to speak.
Black, the color of
Asphalt heated by summer’s scorch and
Cleansed by the
Knitted drops of rain.
Black is the dirt that is hidden
Underneath all the shame
Reduced to a mere
Nothing, dust, nonexistent
Eventually not even love can
Remain on a back burner.
I am wilted but I’m still here.
Withered and drawn,
I’m nonetheless rooted
on my ground.
Don’t be mistaken by my
shrunken, shriveled petals,
for I know to see sunshine,
I have to make it through the rain.
I am wilted, yes,
But I am still here.
Kindness is a weakness for the receiver.
Eventually, you would have proved
Yourself wrong and what you
Thought to be different from the last scenario,
Once again failed to uphold its promise.
Mistakes are made to be seen now that
You trusted too easily and there was
Hope that his emotions remain the same
Even though the person you devotionally love has changed.
As usual you’re left to question unarmored to
Retreat what you gave always effortlessly,
The keys to your heart.
Perfection is a powerful word,
Expediting the true meaning of a
Real, glitched life.
Flaws are covered by the strive for one’s
Excellency, ignoring the possibility that the
Cracks and dents in someone’s
Timeline has been polished and
Ironed into a
One of a kind human being, an extraordinary human being
No, ultimately instead,
Isolated thoughts are
Shunned by those who
Fear that mistakes mean failure.
Lies are drawn because
Accepting someone for
Who they were designed to be, flaws and all, is
Electrifying and utterly
Disgraced by perfection