Monday, December 6, 2010

pachanga

What do you know about open enemies?
spot them a mile away,
Doing the walk of hate,
Smirking with aim,
Easy Target

Masquerade
Intentional strategy
Drag you to the dance floor
Say they love you
Make a toast for you
Spilling destruction
Champagne

Guess their blue print
Beyond their pearly whites
Past memory lane
Cutting school days
Sleepovers
And 8th grade

on my home base
World war two
Germany switched up on Russia
And I’m not going back to that day
I rather play with the USA

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

15 degrees F ..revision

call open

the jaws of frost

these beautiful

white ancient skates

Gliding on

What you expect


Open the ice rink

Feel the warmth

Of my hand

No gloves needed

Temporary exposure

Drawing gracefully

Dancing in midst of 15 degrees Fahrenheit

Monday, November 29, 2010

lesson learned revision

I’m learning,
Taking it step by step,
I’ll take a while,
So when you’re passing by,
I’d learn to accept your smile,
It’s given

Guess I’m leaving,
Cause you’ve found me a place,
And I’ll stay,
I‘m bound to give in to your gaze,
Especially on my darkest days,
Listening to the wisdom of my heart,
Taking it beat by beat,

You’re reaching,
Further in,
inch by inch,
You shouldn’t stay,
My silly thoughts decide,
But I’m willing to give in to a trial,

In a battle of ,
Remodeling,
The ways of thinking,
And the words to say,

I’d always loose the words I’d like to say,
I’ve never felt enough heart break,
To teach myself a lesson,
So I tried to hide,
For my own sake,

Instead I ended up,
Calling you my home,
Discovering myself,
By your deep set of eyes,
you didn’t even have to beg me,
To stay,

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

not clever

call open,

the jaws of frost,

these beautiful cold,

sharp feathers on,

the wings of winter,

sticking to my window,

like those of the not clever,

summertime birds,

snap clashing against,

the shiny hard air in between,

us

Sunday, November 21, 2010

...

Learning?

I’m learning
But it’s taking step by step
I’ll take a while
So when you’re passing by
I’d learn to accept your smile
It’s given

Guess I’m leaving
Cause you’ve found me a place
And I’ll stay
I’ve given into being another prey
Another heart cage
Another loose page

You’re reaching
Further in, inch by inch
I can’t act guile
My silly thoughts decide
But I’m willing to give in a trial

I’m heaving
To keep even
My time running against your race
And the words to say

I’d always loose the words I’d like to say
I’ve never felt enough heart break
To teach myself a lesson.
So I tried to hide
For my own sake
I’m leaving prints of a false impression
I just don’t know how to go.

Friday, November 12, 2010

revision

I see myself every step of the way,
The red key,
My pink nails turning the red key,
Struggling to open the front door,

Lawnmowers cutting the dead grass,
Oh what a headache,
It’s trying to make it worse,
The grass even seems to have more class,

My eye shadow is faded,
My deep black mascara has fallen,
Under my eyes,
Jack Daniels scent is in the air,

I wonder how I look,
Coming towards my building at 9 am,
When my neighbors,
The pretty Spanish ones,
Are taking their twins for a walk,
Or visiting a holy place

I’m not guilty,
Yet I look,
Undone, like I said my makeup is pretty much gone,
Black high heeled boots,
At 9 am

Black coffee,
Daily Times,
Pair of sunglasses,
You could’ve been my savior,
Too late,

The party’s over,
The sun is up,
Stares should fade,
They are not the authority,
I am the judge of my life.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

9 AM

I see myself every step of the way ,
The red key ,
My pink nails turning the red key,
Struggling to open the front door,

Lawnmowers cutting the dead grass,
Oh what a headache,
It’s trying to make it worse,
The grass even seems to have more class,

My eye shadow is faded,
My deep black mascara has transitioned,
Under my eyes,
Jack Daniels is my fragrance,
Everyone must shut their innocent eyes,
On me,

I wonder how I look,
Coming towards my building at 9 am,
When my neighbors,
The pretty Spanish ones ,
Are taking their twins for a walk,
Or visiting a holy place

I’m not guilty,
Yet I look,
Undone, like I said my make up is pretty much gone,
Black high heeled boots,
At 9 am

Black coffee,
Daily Times,
Pair of sunglasses,
You could’ve been my savior,
Too late,
I was at a party last night
Don’t judge me.