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.
a conversation with Uncle SamWould you rather it be us or them?I say next question please as if to loosen the noose my tongue has becomeand You say speaking of, all good things come with a price and I try my hardest not to disagree.Faith is the ultimate form of patriotism so I stand up a little taller as military jets fly overhead and baptize the sky with their presence.You say the best defense is a good offense. But what about the bombs? The fat boys and little men we scatter with soft voices and big sticksand You just smile that smile,and by now I feel that the silence is somewhat appropriate. We drop bombs because we all want to feel a little more like god sometimes, and what can be more American than that?
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.
It Is Bad to Be [READ DESCRIPTION]It is bad to be fat, too skinny, average, curvy.Blonde = Stupid, Black = Emotional, Brunette = Boring, Red = Soulless, Colorful = Too CreativeIt is bad to be gay, trans, heterosexual, lesbian, asexual, pansexual, demisexual, bisexual, etc.It is bad to be Christian, atheist, Catholic, Agnostic, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, Polytheistic, Monotheistic, etc.It's bad to be a different race:Black = Dirty or Nigger, White = Racist or Cracker, Hispanic/Latino/Latina = Illegal, Asian = AlienIt is bad to be a woman, man, or genderless.It is bad to be homeless, middle class, rich.There is a judgement for every single personWhether you believe prejudice people do not exist, or do exist.Whether you believe you are not good enough, or too good for anybody.Whether you believe humans are created equal, or not.Whet
unthey call me tide-breaker.my name frequentswhores' mouths,and they speak of mebetween the sailors' maps.I am salt and brinebeneath fingernails,the oncoming threatof dark clouds that hangtheir gallows above the ocean.I'm the enigma,the split-secondflash of lighton the sea's cusp;they only ever thinkthey see me,but I am always there.oh yes,I've seen theirdirtied skin,their weathered faces,that lustful thirstin the eyes of men surrounded by water.it is only natural, I suppose,for those bound in chainsto grow fond of the metallic clacking.it becomes all they have.and I, well,I am only hereto watch and play my part.their wives at homewill look seawardand sighand wonderbut it is Iwho will have someone to hold.they say mermaidsdrown unworthy sailors,but they never acknowledgethat most men simplythrow themselves overboardat the temptation of something beautiful.
True StrengthLies Not In Body or Mind.For physical Strength is fleetingand will wane with age.The Mind eventually becomes flaccid and memories ultimately fade.It lies not with just heroes and dare I say villains, but civilians like me and like you.Because no matter the situation, however subtle or brutal, all that matters is the struggle, the fight that let you come to be.How you weathered against the prevailing storm or the soft lapping waves,you determine who you are.That is true strength:Choosing your own destiny.
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.