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Moon like a dinner plate
Cleans him of his shackles
Sets him free of worry and consequence
He is beast
Grinning with pearly fangs
Laughter shakes shaggy fur
Claws crack concrete
I am the second-generation seed
Of the flower my ancestors planted
My grandparents—born and raised in Jamaica—
Traveled to Ellis Island
To nourish a new garden
Later, they will tell me I didn’t smile for a year. They will tell me that I look like her, that I move like her, that I sound like her. They will tell me, in not so many words, that I am her daughter and so I cannot be anything else.
Waltzing through my mind mansion
Naked save the tie about my wrist
(Was about my eye
but the front door guy
bid me to remove it)
It's been a long time since I've written anything, but I have the biggest crush so... there's that.
I'm sending you a
Party invitation
I hope you'll respond
i blind those that blaspheme my
omnipresent and invisible nature.
to my shoving nudges
you deny and you tear
and shield your eyes from
“We'll begin / With a spin / Traveling in / The world of my creation / What we'll see / Will defy / Explanation” -Pure Imagination, Gene Wilder
Come along, my friend.
I, a deer in blinding headlights.
Whirring wheels screech against the asphalt.
Demanding movement but provoking frozen fear.
I am the cave you always see.I am the cave you leave be.When you look at meyou notice danger all around me.An that's all you ever will see Don't get me wrong; I'm not trying to be mean.I just want you to see how much looks deceive.If you took a ch
Wind was hard and coldly bitten;
Sun fails, but still, golden, glimmers.
Water’s haughty and so frothing;
In this hurricane of a lifeI spend my days drowning,standing sideways against the waves.Every time I get back up,The currents get stronger.I gasp for air,Only getting a mouthful of regret.
I’ve been living on this island for as long as I can remember.
My arms span out like anchor, untethered
My body this boat to swing across the sandy sea.
He, a prophecy, projected in the miles of spillage
Money talks, so do first impressions
I guess she wasn’t impressed by
my words, cheapened by my nervousness
she thought I was one dimensional
The cannons resound.Their deafening ringing smothers my voiceSilences my questioning thoughtsLeaves only the orders I was given.
I have many names.Some call me Aphrodite or Venus,But you know me as Beauty.
Don’t listen to what others say.I am not vain,Only aware I am what God wanted in Eden.Am I wrong for enjoying what I was handed?
Little
Did I know
That
Though the
World
May seem
Bright and pretty,
It is a
Piece of
Blown glass-
Hollow
On the
Inside.
I stand guard;
I must defend
against anything and everything;
I am sorry, but I cannot let you in,
even if I wanted to,
for I must defend the king
The king who is old and wise
I rubbed a lamp and a gene appeared.
I said, "Wishes?" He said, "Three."
I told him three wishes would be great,
But one is all I need.
I wish I was invisible
I'd walk among the stars,
Slipping; slipping, unseen sense,
Future forming consequence.
Anxiety; cold and dense,
End the jagged, starving plain.
In darkest black a beacon sign;
Floating, gloating; simple, fine;
