Starry nights
&
shooting stars
were my escape from
reality
while sitting in this ass imprinted
wicked (wicker) chair
that is considered life’s un-comfortable zone
[s][t][u][c][k]
In this bitch
~ * ~
pennies thrown in wishing wells
were always being thrown back at me
as a souvenir that
my request
&
pleads
would never be granted
~ * ~
my silence and infernal colored eyes
became my voice
intoxicated mentality
via flavored smoke signals
along with drunk enabling ice cubes
served with immediate numbness
&
garnished with unfulfilled hope
~ * ~
even while my second personality’s name
was being whispered
into my ear
all I heard was cries from my given name
due to the pain that never seemed to subside
but
things changed…
~ * ~
years later
when tiny fingers
tugged at my umbilical cord
&
Suddenly,
roles reversed as I am not
the one
begging
&
pleading,
calling “[N][E][X][T]”
for a chance at life...
but my unborn
trying desperately to breathe
through a smoked
filled womb
&
woozy blood stream
from boozy nights
that led to a loosely life
~ * ~
JT wrote his song based on my
life
because crying rivers was a hobby
that I mastered and tried to sell
to the first person who walked pass me
with a broken heart
but the profit that I gained from my sells
was a son…
who, through one on one
shower conversations and
last minute prayers
smiled
and allowed me to witness his grin
through my skin
as I still have the stretch mark
to prove it
~ * ~
today…
I strap myself in
front row seat on the first ever
nonstop
emotional rollercoaster
to nowhere
fast
and with every 97 degree angle drop
I grab hold of my breathe
and allow my bi
to try to catch up
with the polar that
comes so naturally
due to
suffocated thoughts
&
clouded vision
on a mission-less journey
to a soul-mate that doesn’t seem to exist
yet, every so often calls, to
remind me that [h][e][s]’[s]
… still… waiting… HA!
~ * ~
Unlike [C]
the compressions in my chest
come from lack of oxygen
&
exaggerated
blessings
that visit me while I’m near
mental death
so…
… yeah
thanks for “looking out”
~ * ~
Barely breathing
~ * ~
I’m so done…
i really can't say anything that I haven't been sayng..and that i kno has alreadybeen said...this is just mind bendin..with it's presentation an powerful....love the flow an concept...the depth put in...and the backround i amazing...love th pink sky and u jumping 4 joy now that u don't have 2 feel thi way...and the tire tree...don' u love dose...
Blessing's beautful u already kno what it is...
J.
Again a piece that speaks volumes this is nothing short of amazing. I am so impressed with your style and your delliverance your words are powerful and passion filled. Wow
pennies thrown in wishing wells always thrown back at me as a souvenir that my request as pleads will never be granted...damn...thats deep poetess. this was lovely...beautifully scribed
"my silence and infernal colored eyes
became my voice
intoxicated mentality
via flavored smoke signals
along with drunk enabling ice cubes
served with immediate numbness
" .. I've been here and back too many times...this piece caused that infamous lump to swell up in my throat...the complexity in this piece is amazing..loved this..instant fav.