Filled with the moment of annoyances
And all around single-celled bodies
That I just want to scream through
Like a little daunting bark
That never seems to bite
In a tolerable pattern of shit
And a dollar for everyone
That cares…
Rambling in my ear
The voices of one, two or
More of nothingness that
Some thrive on
And what embodies
Importance makes me cringe
When I look out…
With the proverbial high fives
I see the lies and the smiles that
All intersect the wrongs with the rights-
Reads shimmering thoughts that see you and all
Your brilliant lights-
Fountains waning through the societal
Half-assed
Truths-
and through it all –
I see you…
how many times can one be so cradled
by the luggage of your mind
in a world of victims and green lit sunsets –
that all have a past and something used
to fault our own securities
but I’m not the angry girl
that can cradle her life away
in a world that defines living by a prison of the minds.
I’m just not going to attach to that bandwagon
of penises and useless agendas
and the heart-shattered manholes that somehow
I’ve climbed out of
and watch through the awakening of my eye
and wonder where do I go from here…
hands on my thigh
rhetorical questioning that speaks volumes to the wetness
surging through my veins
like a bottle of cum
screaming your cock
I can’t wait to see
the weight of your chest
grazing my voice
throbbing your gorgeous name
singing inside my oceans
swimming, floating
you
inside
fuck
me
now…
to rid the hide of the shallow-ville pride
cradling the breath that I see
only one foundation
squirting thoughts all over your luscious smile
to shout the rest of how I can’t imagine
the secrets that don’t go further
than my allusive door
loosening my bra
to undo the music
that I soak in
on your cushioned floor
at night when it’s just me
and the sound of my
naked mind…
the ware on my mind making the heretic
of illusion institute the battle I’m losing
in believing the daunting
task I’ve alluded to be…
how many times over
can I touch the
freckle on your body
that caresses me like
the way you
sing through the miles
of my mind
collapsing in a myriad
of a relief
as if I can breathe
while I watch
you release
the sentiments
matching
the way I see
the walls shivering
into a moment
I’d like to call my own…
The challenges evoke a new day
Sifting through the white walls of foundations
Surrounding my thoughts with sentimental warmth and
Why some places seem so hard
And why some places feel so at home
The needs of a new day
Comes through the window where I can see
That not everything lingers in a stagnant place
Settling through the ways that I can just be – me
Cradled by the thoughts of what I can only say
To be the brightest thought of them all…
A moment of arrogance creeps in
As if I had some kind of indignant creature living in me
Get off your soap box, Little Ms. Know-it-all, the little voice in my head whispers… so I digress…
Moving at the speed of sound
Replicating the impending truth
Digging at the place I’ve found
A way to hear what
I smell and speak
what I feel;
Whispering sweet licks
Like the fish bowl I stand
A horn blowing
Cradling my ears;
So gently
I smile and say
What better way
To spend a Saturday…
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