flashlight

I am searching for a part a thing to complete the incomlpete and make it whole. My intention at this moment is not to write poetry but to rather find an understanding of this confusion I feel just might drown me a few months from now.
I am indeed Joan of Arc but I am too only a human. I despise thinking because it leaves me with no control, it undoes what has been done...

ironicity

Its ironic that you made me insane in my moments of sanity... And yet kept me sane in my moments of insanity. its ironic that this gust of fresh air fills my lungs allowing me to dive to the deepest of oceans without once fearing to lose my breath while you gasp for it. I only think its ironic because its you and not me.

this is me

poetry exudes and translates from my thoughts, emotion, knowledge, acceptance-- poetry gives, takes and fills the abyss of notion. I draft these as I watch, take in you in through my pores, my soul, my sense, my eyes see but my pen lives. poetry alone, you take me to places mediocre to others, unknown to you and I, familiar to us but cast too far from graspability of the fickle minds of society. poetry you delve where none can, poetry alone you find me. poetry I breathe where air is not. poetry alone you answer question and hide as you find all that I am. poetry alone you... the mirrors. poetry alone you are me.

untitled

Look into my eyes,
search my soul,
keep my heart abeating so that I can know I am alive...
I can see,
I can allow time to pass and
still believe I have it within
myself to be.

i awoke

I dreamt of a place where my heart could break with no one in sight to see it shatter but when I opened my eyes I stood at the helm of life and everyone who knew me laughed and pointed at me in my dismal stance and all I could do was scream unheard by the ears surrounding me in their numbers.

I awoke today to see my dreams,
true as I could only wish them to
be and I knew that the dream I
had dreamt was only that,
a dream. I hold you in my heart
mind body and soul.
the movemnt of my heart beating
is music when I know that at least
in all the things I do wrong.
Loving you is the right thing to do.

time

for every moment you take a breath,
a part of you gets lost and cannot be won back.
for every second I think,
a part of me gets taken away by time and diminishes
to being just another tick tock on my watch that cannot be replaced.

I reckon I could fly if I really wanted to.
they say wishes are sometimes only dreams but
when was life only an experience?
this tic tock, time bomb wont keep me from
grasping every thump thump of my heart beat and
letting it spill into the blood streams of this life
that God thought good and well to bless me with.

I have lost too much to allow myself to lose this.
There... My decision is made.

untitled

If you woke up and wished that you held me in your hand, you know its too late. If I close my eyes, praying that the demons of thought that chase me in every waking moment of my day could be vanquished by this denial I wrap myself in... I could speak, speak, speak until I have no breathe saying only to myself what I wish I could say to you- how worthless it would be, only because it were not said to you.

i would

I would tell a billion lies, break a trillion hearts if I were guaranteed refuge in your arms at the end of the day...

mind... where I lay when I'm thinking.

Broaden the horizons of your ideals... My dreams begin but do not end with you, I'm settling on your wings and flying as high as you can carry me. It's funny how oblivious we are to the momentary collision of our minds hearts and souls. exactly who are we to decide what is right and wrong? Breathe; and suddenly every inch of you makes sense. Every inch of me is a discovery. Is this where life ends and begins?

ode to life

When time stands still you are presented with the chance to hold your life up to the light and examine it... Swirl it, smell it... Its like a full-bodied semi sweet glass of red wine. Just how much you savor it and appreciate its beauty determines how much of a prodigious person you are; just how profound you can make life be. You realize that its a bottled piece of vintage artwork you should relish yet protect.

imagine.

Close your eyes.
Let your expectations fade.
I’m your favorite memory.
Remember me.

lexicology

lexicology


I mic what I like
much like I write what I will.
I keep and allow the words
to seep into and through me still.
I drop rhymes so ill they make
me sick to the pit with the
motions of the kill.

As they roll off my tongue
I feel them hung, slung
against the walls of my cheeks
where the smell and the sound of the
beat reeks.

So strong and tough these
words that flow like water to
quench the thirst, they squelch
between my teeth and land
on paper.

You... Speak.

Open your mouth
holla back what's
been on your
mind.

Rip off those
stitches...
you speak.

Society keeps
you silent, why
allow such atrocity.

Rip off those
damned stitches.
you speak.

Opinions, battilions
fight for your right
to speak.

Rip off those stitches.
You... Speak.