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

Home

memories are left, behind
head crossed over the shoulders
peaking at what, was once mine
violence is this city's source of shine
with each childs cry loud enough
to shatter any lie
but yet they ignore His might,
the strength needed for the body to
begin its flight
you could feel each pain
and judge each way, but
without an angel's help,
each hand extended after,
is far too late

Wonder

captivate it
stimulate it, you should
appreciate it
thoughts unkind
with sights for the blind
head upon the world. with hands
a part of the heart
substance for the soul
a worried mind would've made
these thoughts whole
I could be of this world
or I could be in it
poetic words reveal its truth
but the eyes remained tinted
a different shade,
this skin, than yours,
a burden it could be, but embedded
is a love in this shade that you can see
with a perfect perception you could guess
but with a flawed personality,
cliche thoughts, more is less
complicated minds,
a witness to these words that bind

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