Unknown

stones beneath her feet
paths leading to this peak
hair down her back
strolling along the side streets
barefoot, with
no struggle, no crease
hummingbird, oh
hummingbird, her voice
the only one to speak its word
the sweetest sound God overheard
destiny with its grasp,
could not capture, what she holds
in her hands
only the stars shine where she may land
her eyes glance upon a dream
temptation amiidst, she meets a boy
what she begins to see
is not what it seems

Beyond

I'm a pretty unique disaster and in
my world, your pace will
multiply a little faster. Few can
comprehend the thoughts, few know
the art of me, I only let
a few
share a part of me
like an elegy I indulge in the natural
heart of me..no alterations, no mask
for my worries. This is to the bravest, know i'm
an artist. Life is on display but
getting to know me is the hardest
a word
a chord
with every platinum articulation and
golden sound
I'm above the stigmas that give
royalty the plastic crown

Carefree

Carefree
thought and action regenerating
nothing left to do except be
inhaling this creation
if only they could
touch and see
the beauty this life reveals
to me
I find it in the dewdrops, on a
flower
or a simple note that my
songbird, sang to me

This Way

Match my heart, match my
intellect, match my drive
Don't lead my emotions
Don't tame my desires
walk with me and the
petals will fall in winter,
summer, and spring
hair loosened and back arched
embrace my struggle
embrace each crease
and I'm telling you,
a love will reveal itself

Summer

The last word I etched, was
of you
The last heartbreak I wrote
down, was because of you, though
this pen a little dusted, had
put it down after you,
couldn't be trusted
June, it's been a while
the seasons changed but
some thoughts Remained
sweet fingertips, last
September at last I wrote
about your lips
I wrote because I was in love
with a boy last summer
now I reflect, peaches come
into bloom
as the ink on my paper lights
up
the last poem I wrote, it was
of your touch
but now I record the words
because the suns,
beautiful
the night sky becomes
peaceful, and my
wonders are at
ease
my pen now one of
release

Thoughts

Heart of Kind
Compassionate Touch
Head upon my breasts
this world always asked him
for too much
stick labels with the
predestined mold
seems as though he was created
for me to hold
short little words, could not
account for what I've
learned
we ponder at the stars, with
a bitter tongue
resentment against a history
a history that makes a
heart, unkind
while the glowing stars unwind