Questioning
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He lifted his head,
Screamed with all his might,
‘Why clouds?
Why do you pour on me every day and every night?’
The clouds looked down,
Boomed with a thunderous laugh,
‘Why would you deserve
She was born of woman as a word,
swaddled in question marks but cooed
with answers - statements of soothing reassurance
Each drop fell, bringing with it a taunt over our own depravity.
It shouts, “Liar, Schemer, Thief, Murderer, Adulterer, Covetous- Human?”
Well sir, in your flawless plan, there lies all but one fatal cavity.
What if this feeling is delusion
How can I know for sure I'm gay?
I was in the dark for so long
The light is disorienting
Cones and rods receive a technicolor world
But maybe it's illusion
Dear God,I don’t understand my purpose,I don’t even know what’s destined for me, I don’t know why you have given me this life,But can you help me understand?Can you lead me down a path,Regardless of trials or tribulations,To become the woman I’m s
Dear unknown force that supposedly created the world,
You created the world
Good job
Digging through my mind,
Searching for the reasoning behind
'Why can't I?'
Too much of my scalp beneath my fingernails.
"I feel like I don't really know much about you,"
Spoken by three friends I have known for over two hundred days.
Only a little over half a year is really no time at all though.
Why do we come to meet people
That are just going to leave?
Why do we get close to most,
Because in the end it's just going to hurt.
Yes, the time with them are memories
That can never be replaced,
It’s crazy because even in a matter of time you still linger in my mind and I keep on pressing rewind to look back and reminisce on old memories
like damn Gina you really did something
Once upon a time,
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Rolling like he was a ball.
But all I ever wondered was,
What he actually was.
Why was he Humpty
Why was he Dumpty?A loose cannon, perhaps?
Peace
my child,
peace within.
I skipped a rock
the ripples spin.
I seek the truth
I threw the stone,
but still I ponder
Where did it go?
Peace within.
Look at the lake
What the fuck am I
A girl or a guy
Why can't I decide
On which side I lie
I dream of removing my breasts
Shaving my head
Having muscles cut out of marble
I want to scream
As the world appears to stop
As the events of the day and the events of the future begin melding together,
to form one tangle of thought,
We are all stranded in a deserted dominion
Opressed by one's self, that's fact not opinion
We take for granted what at glance is obvious and true
For when we question is when we get the full view
I just turned 18
And you don't seem to want me around
So I went and bought a pack of ciggs downtown
But all I can think is how ashamed you'd be right now
A stiff draw
The air nibbles my ears
I am not I think I am...
I think I am small.
I think I am inadequate.
I think I am less than.
I am more than what U think I am...
U think I am a burden
My love is
a chemical,
a pulse,
and a
shock.
My heart is
just meat
beaten tender.
When I
throw up my
hands
they are only
bones in a row,
Obsessed by what I'm supposed to be.
But aren't I supposed to be free.
Free to thrive
not only survive
in this world.
Always racing and chasing to succeed
based on greed.
Why are we fighting?
Why are we rioting?
Why are we dying?
Why is this happening?
Why do we hate?
Why do we hide?
Why are we blind?
Why not be kind?
I did not place these thoughts in my head
Or these feelings in my heart
So where did they come from?
AM I predisposed to being a disappointment?
Can I keep it at a distance,
Can you and I make love in the dark?
So I won't have to face reality
So my imagination can create the scene of what is instilled in me to be right.
Can you and I make love in the dark?
Your eyes used to be so bright
They looked straight forward
Unnerving but more alive than all those around you,
They used to look so colorful and awake
What changed you?
Was it the people?
When God Speaks you better listen. I’m hardheaded as shit. In one ear out the other type. I don’t wanna hear nothing no one or anyone has to say because I think I know everything.
Tea on a Sunday
evening
Two young girls
hide behind their words
their illustrations
small talk eludes
dark realities
too afraid to address
the monster
in the closet
Flowers Bloom.
Flowers weep
Flowers grow
Flowers die.
Flowers are beauty to every a man's eye.
If flowers were not their….
how would we understand the rhetorical meaning behind the
It’s vital to know, the stakes I conceive
Are heaven or hell, nothing or rebirth
But how can I know when I must believe?
Who are you?The question is asked and a crisis begins.They wait as if I'll answer on cue,
They tell you not to make your home in a person
That’s too risky.
When they leave, you’ll be left empty, homeless,
Sad, lonely.
I am not who you think.
I am more than this.
I have to be.
I will not end.
Some part of me remains.
How could you do that?
How could you say those things?
I thought we were friends
Now I know I thought wrong
All I have ever wanted was the Stars
Painted across my flesh and bone
Orion's Belt tight around my waist
My heart filled to the brim with light of the Moon
My eyes wicked like the wrath of Mars
People think, argue, philosophize.
People dream, live, and die.
People hate, love, laugh, cry.
The actions of humans are so desperate,
But why?
Poems, Poems, Poems
Please tell what you are to Me.
Poems, Poems, Poems,
Open up and explain it all to Me.
Poems, Poems, Poems,
Express everything that you are to Me.
My family, will you love me the same knowing that I am different?
Mom, will you still smile at me knowing that I am not that perfect daughter you wanted?
Concrete wasn’t always made so harsh and solid
In fact it was mostly straw
When I walk without my shoes on
It rubs my poor feet raw
I used to steal everything
All my jewelry and perfume
But you can’t steal from a coffee shop
So that’s where all my money went
I knew a girl who took fire to her arms
They speak of
sunday obligations,
academics
moral television
This in place of
spirituality
knowlege
art
Cocktail party filler
you could write
People ask, and say, and do
But who may I, ask are you?
I am a girl, who thought she was smart
But was duller than a broken dart.
I am emotionless they say
Night by night, and day by day.
The inseparable bond just disappeared into thin air,
As if it never existed to begin with.
But wait, flashback: weekend after weekend , we'd ride the metro to D.C. or go see a movie. We'd talk, we'd laugh, we'd have a good time.
God made us even,
He says we're all the same,
He tells us to love another,
Each and every passing day.
If I’d rather watch
Will I ever rather roam?
If I’d rather dwell on futures
Will there ever be just one?
If I never talk about it
Will they leave me here alone?
If I never
Is rather a choice?
