Rolling Stone [Excerpt]

I Found Faith in the Sanctity of His Brown against My Pale Divinity...
Found Home in the Silence Whispering Between the Sheets...

I've Been Homeless for a Month Now.

Ice Cream Man

God Knows I Long for You in Some Intricate Plot I've Been Constructing in My Mind, Carefully, Over the Last Two Years. Two Years Ago Today When I Lost My Sanity Because I Couldn't Control My Emotions. No. No, No, No. It Wasn't My Fault. 

It Wasn't My Fault because Like the Ice Cream Van Which Drives By My House on an Unbearably Hot Day While I Play in between the Sand and Sticks of My Mother's Front Yard, You Make Me Jump Over the Dismantled Fence, Despite the Fact that My Mother Said Not to, Despite the Fact that She Said I'd Hurt Myself Jumping that Broken Wire. I Jump the Fence and Rip My Shorts; the Introduction before the Climax, When My Thigh is Scarred by the Sharp Edges.

Never Mind that because as Much as it Burns, As Much as I Long for a Plaster, I Numb it With Determination because the Ice Cream Man Plays Such an Attractive Tune Through the Speakers of the Brightly Coloured Truck and Because Ultimately, that Soft Serve will Satisfy My Taste Buds and Relieve Me of This Intrusive Heat. You Give Me Anxiety and Offer Me Curiosity without the Satisfaction of Opening My Gift.

I Ran and Jumped, Every Hurdle, With All My Might and Still, I Missed the Ice Cream Van.

Tainted [an Excerpt]

....You Were the Steep Slope I Steadily Slid Down before The Weight of My Emotions Caught Up and I Gained Momentum .... All I Had to Do Was Dig My Heels Into the Ground and Free My Hands from Holding Onto The Weight Of Your Destruction. So Today I Did. I Did it Before I Crashed and Completely Shattered What Was Left of My Pride....

Seeking Solace

The Streets are You. The Air is You. The Languages Dripping Off Their Tongues are You....I'd Like to Forget, Like You. I'd Like to Run Away to a Foreign Place. Away From You....I Need to Get Away. And I'd Like to Find Myself in the Arms of a Stranger. A Handsome Man Whose Name I Don't Know, Whose Wife is Staring Down at Him Making Love to Me From a Frame on His Bedside. Just Staring At Us For Hours Until He Comes and I'm Satisfied at The Knowledge of Having Satisfied Him, If Not You....I'd Imagine Myself as One of the Women You'd Bed While My Fingerprints Lay Strewn Across Your Walls.... I'd Like to Walk Down Streets with Names I Can't Pronounce and Forget That the Gods Ever Made Such Perfection When They Sketched You And Placed You Next To Me...Until You Left Me. I'd Like to Lay Between a Woman's Thighs And Taste Her Longing When She Digs Her Nails into Dirty Bed Sheets and Attempts to Muffle Her Cries Because She's Ashamed of Her Life and the Weakness Which is Him...I Want to Take Her Broken Because, I'd Imagine She Was Me and I Was You....

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His Words Inadvertently Utter "Restriction'' and His Demeanour Screams Isolation and It's Killing Me, Softly...

Wavering Love

If Ever You've Met with Chaos, You Must Have Been Well Acquainted with Her.
A Charismatic, Spontaneous Agitation, I Fell into the Unknown. I Never Intended on Attempting the Climb Out, Inevitably Reaching the Disappointment of Knowledge on Where We're Headed.

I Can See The Signs Out of My Peripherals But I Make the Conscious Decision to Blind those Spots...
She Comes and Goes, Sort of Like a Dandelion; Delicate with No Sense of Direction. Starting with Sprouting Burdens Making Her Who She Is: Those Weeds. No One Ever Acknowledges the Tainted. I Clasp Her in the Palm of My Hand and Make a Silent Wish On Her but She Starts to Drift Until Eventually I Can't Reach Her Any More and She Disappears Entirely. All That Remains is The Stem, the Beginning, Our Beginning, And I Have It.

I Wished She'd See herself as the Flower I've Found Myself Adorned in, Rather than the Weeds She Sees Herself Caught in...

"Settle Down with Me,'' I Sang Under My Breath as She Started to Leave.

Loving When it Hurts [an Excerpt]

...Her Ribs are Clawing at Her Flesh with Cries of Suffocation; Begging to be Nurtured...
Brittle Bones and the Burden of a Heart Weighing More than Her Fragile Frame can Carry...

Her Cries for Attention Fall on Deaf Ears and so the Reciprocation of Neglect on Her Body Continues...
Her Lungs Filled with the Debris of Constant Destruction: She Keeps Inhaling as Though it's a Vital Part of Her Existence, 
No Filter and All She Exhales in Return is Dysfunction...

Dysfunction Projected in Their Impaired Vision because They Cannot begin to Fathom the Script She Has Re Written for Her Life....

Do You Understand What it Means to Live for Someone?