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InvincibleYou are not weak
For not being able to do it
You are STRONG
For stopping before it became a hazard
For quitting while you were ahead
You are STRONG
To admit you were weak
You are STRONG
Because you are not defined by this act
You are STRONG
And will continue to be so
And we will always be there
To catch you
To mend you
To dry your tears
To fight of the foes
And scatter the blues
We will be here
You are STRONG
And together we will be INVINCIBLE
What Have I DoneSat
Proud and vile
In your snakeskin silk
Vehemently in denial
Crawl on your belly
Press your fingers
In the embers
Writhe through the cinders
Bury yourself in the skin
Don't come near
Far from placid
You toil and struggle
Drowning in your shame
Can you feel their pain?
Ignorant to uphold your claim
What have you done?
For what you've done
Swing in the sunset
Broken neck and pride
On your ego
It swells beyond the noose
A mouthful of hungry flies
As the crows peck out your eyes
What have you done?
Hot Cross BakeryEvery spring, the equinox does bring
that sweet hot scent
Of doughnuts, pastries and hot-cross-buns
wafting from those old blue vents
They do it best, enlightening the dreary street
with their sweet fresh produce
Every spring that odour warm and sweet,
rides the air, busy minds suddenly enticed
A short stretch of pavement, ridden with promises
'Hungry tummies! Do not fret,
for you are soon to be fed!'
IncarnationThe only thing that moves is me, the slow rise and fall of my bones, lifted and lowered by the lazy bellows within their ivory cage.
Life, red and sweet races around the pipes of my structure, feeding strength to my motion-less joints.
A slow thought rises to the surface of my mind amid an elevator of pearly bubbles, rings of ripples exude outwards, as the thought dives once more, out of reach and out of hope.
It's glorious hide eludes me constantly. I cannot snare it. It teases me, rising enough to flash it's royal scales, before vanishing into the misty depths to a silent, gloomy grave.
Dreams like graceful herons wade to and fro, beaks dipping slowly to dabble and probe my conscience for my deepest, most warped thoughts.
A black shadow-drenched raven rides the air-currents of my psyche, the evil embodiment of my hatred, it's hooked sharp beak slick and sleek to snap at any soul.
In a vast riven recess slumbers a dragon, his sleep only disturbed to belch his scorching flames borne of
Dot Dot Dash!'I gotcha now, little bastard!'
It will never know what hit it.
I went tense as the creature twitched itself. My paws were ready, and my muscles were tightened to hold me down.
Any second now...
One more twitch, go on. Do it... Yes!
I catapaulted myself at the being, claws out and toes wide to catch it. Digging my hooked talons into the curly ground I carefully raised a paw to make sure I hadn't missed.
It was gone! I cast my eyes around desperately, where had my prey gone?
There, on the wall!
I was suddenly aware of my pets staring at me. They all burst out into strange laughter at my antics. Had I been able to, I would have blushed.
So I did what any foiled hunter does;
I bent backwards to preen my coat, casually as if it was my intended task anyway.
It only made them chuckle more.
I glared hatefully at the red spot that now rested gloatingly on the far wall. Stupid jumpy dot.
I rose to my feet and prowled out, I would not be humiliated by a bloody speck.
I am a turtleI am a turtle
with the waters of hope
to keep me alive
and hardened to the touch
to protect a soft core.
I am a turtle
wrinkled, wrangled and dry
with a home on my back
and the world before my eyes
slowly growing nearer.
Lipstick Stained KissesMy best friend used to tell me
"Leslie Dianne, I love you and I hate you
all in the same breath."
I didn't understand what he meant.
So I shut him up with lipstick stained kisses
that tasted like my last cigarette.
He was the first boy I ever loved.
Since we were children we made blanket forts,
we played outside and counted the stars.
We both had troubled childhoods.
Left with the bitterness of abandonment, and the memories of verbal abuse
we looked in all the wrong places for love and comfort.
I was 14 years old when I learned that happiness is found at the bottom of a bottle.
Instead of making blanket forts we poured shots.
Slippery nipples, kamikaze's, Irish car bombs, liquid cocaine, screaming orgasms, tequila slammers, you name it me poured that shit and let me tell you,
I can slam down shots like I slam fucking poetry.
but now instead of playing outside we played with each other, no longer able to count the stars because we couldn't see past our blurry double vision, sky in a haz
Shattered StarsBroken glass shines under streetlamps like glittering stars,
Like distant lights from far away,
Pulled from their seat in the heavens,
What force could of pulled these stars from their places?
Razor sharp beauty, glittering like forsaken diamonds,
Dashed apon the ground.
Refracted a thousand times,
In the tiny mirrors,
Each with it's own reflection,
A thousand copies of me in the glass.
As I leave, the shards twinkle behind me.
Shattered stars smashed apon the concrete.
A Noble WarHow noble and proud the government's must be,
to stick to there principles as the innocents flee.
How stedfast and honourable dispite the misery they cause,
to see such suffering yet carry on without pause.
How brave and courageous as there missiles fly,
to stick to there guns as children die.
How righteous and happy there ghosts must be,
to haunt the rubble in there land's of the free.
The ButterflyA wonder of colors,
Sprawled on delicate wings.
Awe struck glances,
At the most complicated simple things.
Inspiring and glorious,
Charming and enchanted.
Ducking and diving,
Even flying slanted.
Bursts of yellow,
Flashes of blue,
Flares of orange,
They glimmer and shine every color hue.
So small and tender,
So shy and free.
Floating along in the breeze,
Just as happy as can be.
People overlook them,
Pass them by.
But some people appreciate these majestic creatures,
And help the ones who are broken fly.
There's not a moment more precious,
Then when one lands upon your finger.
You fill with pride and joy,
Feeling the trust linger.
Hold them gently,
Let them fly.
Observe them carefully,
And learn the regal ways of the butterfly.
Not AshamedI have become one of those girls who now has to wear a bra under her bathing suit
I thought I would stay a happy size D but now its closer to E
God . . . what did I do to deserve these
Not that I'm complaining, it gave you a reason to look at me
But how is that fair when I am so much more
Sir I speak Spanish, go to college, turn my words into music that dances off my tongue like the belly dancers of India or an exotic Salsa of my syllables
I am that 'wifey' material that every guy claims to want, yet all I get asked for are my digits
A hit it and quit it
Men wonder why I say NO
It is because I could tell your intent the moment your gaze went south and lingered there longer than on my luscious curls, my fierce eyes, or even the sassy mouth that rejects you
I would much rather be called a prude then diminish my shine for a brief moment with you
Now some say I should cover them up or put them away
Would you shun a tiger for her stripes or a lion for his mane?
Why should I have to hide or
Does not see
One that lingers
On your lips as
You get drunk on the
Ghost of her
Fleeting presence, her
Faded footsteps are like
Thunder in your chaotic mind
Does not hear
The inebriated slurs in your
Voice, they are the
Bridges connecting the
Notes of another
Mellifluous cacophony that
Sounded better in your
Head but when
You get drunk you
Tend to forget such things
Does not feel
Heart, it is pumping
Blood with enough
Through it to
Knock you dead, but you
Are too busy showing
Off your best dance moves,
You don't even care
Does not care
About whether or
Not you will be
Sober enough to get
Yourself home the next
Morning, she is
Not your designated
Driver, she always
Leaves before the
Night is over,
She always leaves
Does not know
You have no
Choice but to
Unscripted PoemI tread the stairs of Heaven boldly,
Bright and furious, my stars shine on.
Shirk I not, the call of duty,
Brightest blood, in battle splashed,
My armor rings with purpose.
Twilight wanes, the grasp of night,
my eternal embrace in Glory.
Light calls to me, I will away,
my reward secured and rightly.
A Game PlayedLike a game
that needs to be played.
Like a pawn
moved on the board.
Piece by piece,
the memories fail
only to be replaced.
What is eventually left
is only false.
it would be if
memory served us better.
No queens, no knights.
No spear at our throat
in the end.
Tired of running,
it is time to turn the hand.
This deck is dealt,
this soul done wandering.
This game is no fun,
this setup not working.
This falsity that has undergone.
A cling to light
from the shadows that surround us.
Can you help me?
I will stand here
I will stay by your side
but don't drag me down
with your negativity
and unchanging wrong.
I don't want to drown.
I want to fly instead.
This void in my heart
can be filled with more light
to drive out that evil
and make for a brighter future.
My feet feel tired,
my mind overworked
and ready for rest.
When will we find peace
without that feeling
of being played?
We are strong,
we can overcome
the wickedness of
this world and others.
Be guided by darkness
or by li
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