I sat in church once- listening to the boring sermon- mocking them- with my, matching black. lace. up. boots, and- "I am a goddess" tank top...
Hands...so gracefully, adjusting my...dangerously high slitted, floor length black skirt ( Read more... )

Tired of staring into murky skies- give me some illimination.
I don’t want to buy clarity anymore.
I wonder if things will ever be clear.
Because you can’t
see
through
me.
Not inside-out, like anorexia.
You can't wade your fingers through me and not expect to leave an imprint.
No- not ripples. You're not so easily forgotten ( Read more... )

"Open those eyes," you said...
They were never closed. Just- hidden.
You can’t see the stars from my eyes-
because I shield them.
If. only. you. knew.
That I AM the night sky.
Your cloak. And you are SIMPLY the moon in it.
But- the moon, no less.
We are one-
separate-
whole.
A reflective being of my inner self.
It is still myself I see in your eyes ( Read more... )

Are you so angry-
when the sand steals your words?
When it-
falls
...through your fingers?
Isn't it so
inconvenient-
when it-
washes you away?
Just
keep-
[keeping]
Your words from me.
You dont know,
I know-
That soon-
You'll have
Nothing. left. to say.
Your silence-
is what keeps you alive.
Inhale, Love.
Save your breath,
because...
It's mine.

You say, that I am that girl, who's hands ( Read more... )

Then why don't you run? Are you afraid to trip on these stones along the way? Or is it already too late ( Read more... )

Justin Felux: hey tamela
Justin Felux: do you remember when we were like thirteen
Justin Felux: we went to one of my brothers baseball games
Justin Felux: and we walked by these little kids who were playing tag by the consession stand
Justin Felux: and this one boy kid
Justin Felux: was chasing this girl kid
Justin Felux: and you were being ( Read more... )

Faces you never thought you'd see
Familiarities you never thought you'd be
Knowingly thinking you'd be safe-
In the arms of your sisters,
But finding there's no better place
To whither-
In actuality.
Their colors seem to go so well together,
But I like...
The simplicity of your blacks and whites...
I'd walk- your edges of infinity, ( Read more... )

One day, I decided to take a head trip
because I was tired of living...
In this- state of Mind...
Tired of watching you lose your voice-
Tired of catching, when I dropped mine.

"You’re all a bunch of weeds in my field of vision," I said ( Read more... )

Those are the clouds-
The cumulonimbus ones-
the ones- that make rain.
"Don't draw the sun's rays like that,
you can’t see them in real life."
Well, you can see my sun's rays.

You can't hold a reflection. So just let me go.
You can't expect a shell to tell you what you want it to if you pry it open.

'Don't cry for me, I'm already dead.'