Sweet spinning top

A top hits the table,
the forceful first spin sending it into a fearless frenzy
tip to wood gliding intimately against one another

yet after the initial pull
it finds fear in every second later
it may crash down hard against the once supportive table
perhaps to the ground, out of control and losing it all

Now every dizzy moment is spent
anticipating the end

bumping roughly against guiding hands
held up by the wooden table
threatened by the edges

hug onto those corners for dear life sweet spinning top
for any mistake could spell the end

Three's a crowd

You say,
The old me has been lost and gone away
As if pieces of me have broken off
But I say the old me is still in my heart
Because there is no way to tell the old
And new me apart
You say I’ve changed
But I say darling I’ve always stayed the same
Just as
Seas are the same seas with different fish from day to day
Yet the same buoys still sway on ocean waves
Just as
The sun is the same sun
Traveling around the world
Yet coming back to bring a new day





Mallusionist

Cut through the wood and hit the bone
accidental flesh split for my eyes alone
stuttering and hesitating to remember the skills
I have yet to hone
perform the hemicorporectomy
continue through and keep the blood from seeping
hide the evidence and try to keep from weeping


~This poem actually was in elaboration to good ol' Sage Francis' line "And Every assistant I ever had got sawed in half" I wrote actually my first week of college but I just finished it now




Daydreamer

At night I dream of seven seas and of infiltrating secret agencies
But my best talent?
They call me daydreamer for a reason
You see, I just cannot hold on to reality
I fly by on not my bike but on a homemade kite
Way far above the reach of any naysayers
I continue on my way seeing blood red trees, the suns smiling at me
On the streets I race giant beasts that breathe poison out fiercely
And at night I float on my bed made of leaves
Waiting for tomorrows newest daydreams

What's a girl to do

As I sit here in my dimly lit kitchen I wonder
Oh how I wish:
For red crimson golden fiery flames all around me
The thousand heads slain right where this very building lay
Adventure
The sparkling blue waves carrying my ship to the end
The end of the earth where
Fire sprouts from my cannons and damsels are saved from dragons
I find the treasure and finally measure my life accomplishments
In tattoos, of anchors and knights of passions and rights
Yet In my living room
The war is a stalemate between I and the ants that
Threatening with their armies
To wage wars of sieges with nothing but them and me and this water bottle
Only this is my 7 year ant war in full throttle

Ignorance

Ignorance threatens to take away my identity
As if to unpaint a painted picture with prejudice
Yet hurtful words only make them stronger
Each brandished slur is an inch added to my wide open eyes
Each sling of razor sharp profanities add color to my skin
While cocked back fully loaded tongues, ready to fire
Words reaching out to pull red lips to arch down
They only rise higher
Because I take those blank faces and color them different
I color them dangerous
Dangerous to side slated shifting conservative eyes
Dangerous, they will rip away the voice that demands
“This is what defines you”
I pull it right out of the vocal cords
Dangerous, we will stand up and demand
“Well who the hell are you to...”
With life packaged tight in black and white labeled boxes
Who the hell are you to force that upon me?
When I am neither black and white nor white and black
When I contain the whole spectrum that shielded eyes refuse to see
If you don’t see the whole me then please just don’t see me
Because I am a new breed
Struggling for a place all my own yet happily so, all alone
Away from hands that wipe away change from stranger’s eyes

Candle Light Vigil

We all closed our eyes as the candle wax dripped down and burnt our frozen hands. The wind blew fiercely, licking every flickering light into mere darkness. The sullen music was taken and danced around the field intertwined with the harmonious sounds of the windy night. Girls choked to death and boys swallowed down frogs that dropped down down down the abyss of their stomachs. Drying eyes hugged strangers that doubled as best friends in harrowing times. Mother Nature’s loud bellows drowned out the voices of the sniffling speakers, but told us that he was there. Hugging us, pulling our hair over our eyes.

Slither

Maybe one day I'll finish this:


Those words slither out of your mouth like rotting carcasses falling through the ceiling.
They are nothing but lies hiding behind flimsy walls.


You slowly tear them down little by little