Metallic

I find myself knowing it's you
honey draped hearts
robotic love
in all its assembled parts
a red light of the chest
machinery
but I feel you at your best
in your arms i decompose
but the beauty it holds
beyond any low
you could break it in pieces
make it a phase where you lay
or when the reaction sparks
you could release and stay

Meant for Content

love unkind
psalms reversed
but I promise this love is mine
my footsteps follow when yours
leave
grab the keys til you plead
my eyes blind
while my love leads
hearts aligned in time
well I've waited
at times, passion so charismatic
I've hated the mind
curse when you dare go
because it was created perfectly
for me
ashes of the old me, curled up
in your love
the new me, beholding
exceptional in our flaw
with beauty surrounding our hands
diamond of my lens
I've never known right but I've always
wanted him
you could only walk away to take my way
darling, they aint ready for you
orchards in my kiss
darling, don't let them elude you
roses in my tears
when you're lacing up shoes
its been unkind because
the world wants what is mine
you promised me your love
the white picket fence and the white dove
never the stars and stripes
war is why you depart
but right in my heart, lies the fight
baby, I salute
an exceptional Salute

Cliche

it's a love poem
heartbroken with an outspoken pen
I'm supposed to solely
blame it on him
react because he tells me
what I lack
fight back, and if I'm lucky he'll
take me back
flames at home, hell in his eyes
'cause he's not mine
I should be seen with an emotional lens
bias against my emotions because
they don't please him
homemaker turned out to be a taker
talk of the cliche, because an ill
and troubled bed is where I'll lay
society's rules birth
society's fools
so with the face-paint I'll smile
red lips while I hold the child
red eyes when he locks me in my demise,
still expecting me to make love to the
lies

Ambition

ambition is what
she petitions
wide-eyed with wide hips,
marching upon her feet
with the "tell it from the mountain-top" lungs
speaking against defeat
on and on
capital dreams,refusing a
sewed-up voice
breaking all seams
it could be the outburst of the 1960s
or the verge of anger in the 50s
either age, her body felt the rage
that it would be her mind that was caged
no fear of man,
but the fear of what he did to the
natural land
she could be a teary-eyed fool
or exhale the water, quieting
the baby's lull
Ballad of woman, holes when she's whole
truthful, she's often been told No

Possible Amongst Me

chords of beauty
if you let me
with flowers of uncanning
love
if you knew
me
bloom in the winter
and freeze in the fall
moon beneath my cheek
if you lived me
I could be a flower child
or settle for the
vulgar mediocre lifestyle
options of lust
questions of might and must
beating hearts, the only
seemingly saviors that tease
all in my own minor
if the world is convinced to believe