Purple-like Hue
I dance around in
Secrets and sparkles
With a purple-like hue
To it all –
I whip my hair around
To the sound
Of my own voice
With a pointed toe,
Straightened legs
And my fingers curled just so,
I dance and dance –
I put on a show,
I dance and dance –
No one would even know
Let’s Call It
I am held together
With delicately placed
Lies
And glue spread with an
Unconscious sigh,
I tiptoe on creaky floor boards
Trying not to make a sound –
Let’s call it shatter bound,
Let’s call it a glass of rye
Heart encased in a body that
Screams self-made,
That screams self-hate,
That screams broken china,
Not just some broken plate,
It screams I could be,
I would be great –
Let’s call it tampered fate,
Let’s call it getting by
With a slip of a word,
Or a slip of a tear,
The song of a bird,
Or a cry out in fear -
Let’s call it life’s leer
Let’s call it the lowest high
I chew on ceramic
As cuts fill my mouth
Shattered pieces start falling out,
Let’s call it I try.
I Write To Create Reality
I don’t write to embellish or
Relish in the beauty of reality
I write to create reality
I write to solidify what
Floats around in my mind
I write to find what does not exist
I write so bliss can exist
And so will everything else
That would otherwise
Float around in the depths
Of an abyss
I write to make a physical manifestation,
An accurate representation
Of the endless occupation
Of my stationary mind
An entrepreneur, if you will
She Was
And she was....
Never to be taken at face value,
A thin leather belt wrapped tightly around her waist
She’s wild but wants to be put her in her place
Does what she wants
Yet somehow with grace
She keeps a pace
It’s fast, yet slow moving,
Her voice is loud but soothing
Constantly proving everyone wrong
She’s strong
But not afraid to cry,
Reserved but not quite shy
Always talking and nothing spoke was a lie
Ripped jeans, ball gowns, tight dresses
She never picked a side
And yet she could always decide
Her hips moved not with grandeur
But as if she always had hands on her
Not quite grasping farther than the surface
Not quite grasping her true purpose
She gets herself the furthest
She doesn’t get nervous
Because she thinks every action is worthless in the grand scheme of things
So she sings like no one is watching
And dances with such passion it’s shocking
Walking with an unrushed importance,
Walking like it was a performance,
Walking with such discordance,
She embodied nonconformance
She was captivating, she was flooring
In every song she became the chorus,
Constantly stuck in your mind
And you’ll find
Yourself
Hurting,
Yearning
For her distorted outlook on life
It will be burning a whole in your mind
She was never to be taken at face value