Little Velvet BoxLittle velvet box,Sitting in my hand.You whisper words,Hopeful, exciting,Possibilities,Future bright,Warmth and love,Inside you rests,Everything,Now only,Four words,To be spoken,And your true power,Shall be seen.
FallThe yellowing of leaves,Crunch of grass,Smell of dirt,Playful wind tugging,Hay being stacked on a trailer.Fall.Glorious.Enjoyable.Here.
LeftOne day you'll wake to find,Beauty you once thought mine.Is merely an empty shell,I know this quite well.You see this has happened before,The day he walked out the door.He told me his love never was,And for another his heart does.I've found liking of me to be brief,Soon you'll leave like a leaf.
Queen DawnSo fair, so bright.The morning light.Pink and blue.What glorious hues.The golden circlet.That graces Dawn.Queen of the day.There she lays.For all to see.Her true beauty.And now I sigh.She has gone by.
MaskMany masks to wear,But which one should I bear?A joking jester laughing at life?A strong warrior capable of enduring strife?None of those fit,All are off a bit.Maybe a quiet lady that understands life?Or a happy kid blissfully ignorent of it?Yet those aren't me either.
.i will break my heartlong before youever get the chance;this is not a matterof lovethis is a matterof survival
.you are an open bookwith a strong spine;you, toohave a story to tell
.armed to the teethwith poetry;this is howi protect myself
Rhyming in PoemsWhy do you all want to rhymeall the time?You don't need to do it,that's perfectly fine.You think it's so coolAnd it leaves poems gleaming,But it desecrates flowAnd can ruin the meaning.It's so bad to rhythm,It's like a bad dayYou wonder why you're notSleeping it away.You think it's the rootOf your writing's salvation,But we all will hate you,All parts of the nation.You think it sounds niceBut you don't even knowHow ruined the sound isHow badly it 'goes'.So the irony's over,Your poems can mend,I'll stop myself here,Before you meetYour end.
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisDo not assume (if I hold the door for you),that I am making a statementabout your inabilitiesto open the door for yourself.If you hold it for me,I'll say 'thankyou'.Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),that I am underestimatingyour earning capacityas a woman.If you invite me out for a meal,you're paying.Do not assume (if I defend your rights),that I am belittlingthe attempts that you have madeto defend your rights yourself.If you defend my rights,I'll consider you human.
Brown Eyes Compliments, and AnalogiesBecause I'm sick of people saying there aren't any.Your brown eyes are like the deep intoxication of campaign wine, bubbling with hazing richness and expensive taste.Your brown eyes are like the color of mahogany wood- comforting and home-steady toughness that lets me know you will be the beams of supporting me.Your eyes remind me of Dove chocolate, smooth, creamy, delectable, and melting.The color of brown eyes remind me of mountain terrain and nature, something subtle, but beautiful in every form and season.Brown eyes make me think of Devil's cake, taunting and tempting, curtained by black lashes, the symbol of rich seduction.When brown eyes delve in love, they become the color of a leather book, promising a story of loyalty, long-life, and devotion.Your brown eyes remind me of mysterious secrets, dark to cover the pain of ignorance, opaque to cover to want of another.Brown eyes are like the stable ground, steadier and prepared to embrace you when you fall, into a nurturing a
Sew my mouth shut and shrink mSew my mouth shut and shrink my head,I'm feeling like I'd be better off dead.