I missed it...I missed it.All the minutes,ganged up on me in ambush,crushing me in an instant.Slipping by,In plain sight and in darkness,they mounted their assault,with a relentless, compassionlessdetermination.And I missed it.Sure, I saw the hourspass by like cars in traffic.I saw the days,flow through light and dark.And yes, the months,that came and went with the seasons.But I missed the minutes,the magical momentsthat held the keys of true happiness,the gift of God we often overlook,until they’re gone.I missed it,but not as muchas I miss her.
can't never could doi feel a needto Cum-mings again.if i everwasn't not goingto do it,now is not the time.why would ican't do nothingi shouldn't beable to do?even as i writethis, my hair graysas the wordsfade.
PerspectiveThe sky was perplexedwith the idea of blackand white and blueand gray.But the sea didn't mind,it had seen worseand betterand all points in between.But the moon just laughed,observing,with a perfect smile,above all.And I,I stood alone,watching, obliviousto all the fervor.Thinking,about my pitiful lifeas the worldleft me behind.
Future-Present-PastII would ask youto be my sunburn,not so my skin crawls,but to feel the warmth. in my bones, I feel the earth moveI would ask youto cut my throat,so I can feel my bloodflow. (emo I know) a wet smooch of rain drops
Tsunami and Cherryreborn-in a tsunamiof sakura
DichotomyWar,a battle we all fight,with one demon or another,a person,a thing,a drug,a vice,ourselves
War,a necessary thing,to truly be alive,we must fight,to live,to fight.War,without it there is no love,no joy,no peace,for without a fight,what is a thing worth?War,it gives us everything we need,to survive,to prosper,to be alive.
Some feathered haiku...`silencefrom the night skytalons, then beak--feathersfluttering in the windof a passing car`
Haiku - 11-28-10`my haikushattered- winter wind`
Aura: The ResparkAura: The ResparkI, the sheltered child who started to tragically fall from your graceInto the void of this sudden lonelinessRealizing I followed every single one of your stepsBut yet, I failed to hold onto those uplifting momentsNow I feel as if maybe I had forced you to make every one of those promisesThat which you still keptSo I don't want to sound dishonest, but out of us, you are the strongestYou make sure to protectTo you, everyone, and everything is dearestNone left to neglectBut with all of that, you take on those heavy burdensAnd try your bestCalling out your name into the nothingnessForgetting about the peace you bestowed upon meI guess it's just too hard to be away from
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page, [dragon's blood and phoenix down]And her Prince Charming has yet to come, [glass slippers shattering like stars]So all she can do is gaze out her tower window, [enchanted forests concealing poisoned apples]Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade, [cursed beasts tearing down castle walls]Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon, [even broken wings wish for happily ever afters]And fly. [once upon a time there was a girl who became her own hero.]
SacrificeSacrificeI stepped inside the flame!Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!-Have I no shame?Have I no guilt?There's no such thing as blameFor all of the wrongs I've been dealtPoint the fingerOnly at the worldWatch you band togetherAnd witness you antagonize anotherInnocent soulsWrapped inside of society's shadowsAnd little did they knowThey were only born to be scapegoatsThat's the harsh way to say itIt's only because the truth is filled with hatredBystanders just turn a blind eyeAs they feed their relief with made up liesThat's all they know how to doThey're too afraid of being dragged down with youThey know what's rightBut it's clouded by discriminative eyesWe're only given the gift of a last glanceA half a second of pity slips through our handsIt's all we will getA taste of
CloudLife is a cloudShapeless unless captured,Quite unpredictable,And temporary.Fly while you can.
Yes EveryNo, not every white person is racist.But yes, every person of colour will experience racism.No, not every man is sexist.But yes, every woman will experience sexism.No, not every straight person is homophobic.But yes, every gay person will experience homophobia.No, not every cis-gendered person is transphobic.But yes, every transgender person will experience transphobia.Enough with your 'not every's.Because, yes every.
LesbianMy thoughts wandered back into my fourth grade mind frame.She had beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes,And a perfectly white smile that reflected the sunlight like a mirror.She was a good teacher, mmmhmmm, good to look at,And I even knew it back then,Before I knew I was a lesbian.Roses are red,Violets are blue,Ranbows are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple,And so am I!My thoughts wandered back into memories of Sam, my first girlfriend.She was shorter than I was, with wavy black curls,And with hazel eyes that seemed so enchanting,And she had beautiful pale white skin, mmmhmmm, lovely girl,And I knew it then,I was a pre-teen lesbian.Roses are red,Violets are blue,Rainbows are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple,And so am I!My thoughts wandered back into memories of "coming out".She came out on accident, and 'she' was me,Brave enough to accept the fact that people were noticing,But smart enough not to get myself into trouble, mmmhmmm, that's me,An
Universe Girlshefell in lovewith Plutowhile he wasstill a planet;butshe could only manageto fall in lovewith shooting starsin the glare of your eyes.what more could you truly askfrom a universe girl?
Yesterday.You used to show me yourskeleton, the secrets insideof you, your marrow. Yourun, you shut your eyes, now.You shut your eyes at the colorof the flowers, the leaves, everythingis orange. I am gatheringacorns. I am wearing your mask.
dragonsA creature of myth,Or so many believe-They fill fairytales,Novels,And haunts the past.It's fierce eyes,Gazing upon you,staring into your being-It's fiery breath,The stench of lost souls-Dried blood upon its talons,A victim of the past-The dragon's burning heart,Driving his wings-To spread his will-To soar through the sky,claiming it as his own-The creatures driven,By they're own being.
Sublime-RhymeI lie in bed,red streams,beams, into tired eyes.Why's, run through my head,dead, to an 'outside' world,hurled, from my dreams.Seems that I wake,break, into a day,way off center.Winter is near,here to freeze,seize, my soul.