Line Up

I don't know you

Fake Belive

Tied together with a string of smiles,
like  a balloon lost in space.
Her smile wonders like goldy-locks,
kissing every sun to make it blessed,
but hiding the tears that make it sacred.

Tied like the ribbons down her back,
holding hands to make merry,
holding hands as wepons.
This ain't the hunger games, this is just hunger.

Hunger for happiness.
For wholeness.
For something solid.

She Belives in
Make belive.
Fake belive makes smudges on her mask.

Tied together like a staple on her forhead.
Tied together like a string on a box.

Open her up,
and maybe you can find more than a mask.

Skeletons

these bones are stamped with words like fragile and caution
so brittle and easily broken
a skeleton with few words
dragging along on the pavement
emotions crawling and snarling from the inside
begging for a way out
or in
getting lost in passing seconds
minutes
hours
days


"you're weak, you're nothing but skin and bones."
"go ahead, starve yourself."
"it's killing you."
"you're killing yourself."

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Stickes and Stones

When We Were Younger Than The Sun

When we were younger than the sun,
You were only a side-kick.
Always by my side,
saving me from the villainous teachers,
treacherous homework,
and dastardly gym sessions of the dreaded Kick-ball.

Before the stars began to shine,
you were only a princess.
learning to balance history textbooks on your head,
loosing your first kiss to a frog,
and dancing at the ball until the clock stroke 13.

Until the comets began to burst,
you were only part of the ensemble.
Waiting to say your one line,
"The sun will come out: tomorrow!"
Meaning it with all your guts.
Stage fright was afraid of you,
and you had so much confidence in you,
you secretly knew that you were the spotlight.

But as we grow, we are supposed to
wedge our feet into the sand,
Sand that turns to cement
and blockades us from the ocean.
Because Atlantis is too far away, (or so they say),
and dangerous things live in the ocean.

When we grow,
we are told that every hero has a weakness,
Princess are only in Disney Movies,
and the life of an actress is too hard:

This world is going to eat us alive
Better lay down on the plate and season ourselves.

There is not escaping fate.

But you,
you took Peter Pan's hand and flew off to Neverland.
You conquered,
and convinced the rest of the world that
the ocean is where mermaids and lost treasure live,
Princesses are real if you believe in them,
and that you're tony speech was amazing.

You are a superhero,
You are a queen:
Go on and take your bow.

Growing up doesn't meant
Growing old,
You are as young as you feel,
you are as beautiful as you believe in,

And you ARE worth it.

Peace With The Sky

She has her head in the clouds more often
then her feet on the ground.

All that was left was the peace and pieces,
but she didn't mind.

Making truce in the war of dreamers
and everyone else,
She was a enzyme
making everything faster in a molasses slow kiss:

She turned water into wine,
and wine into in the sky.

She reached up and took a bite out of the stars,
let it drip down her chin,
and fall into the palm of the hand.

Nothing in this world is worth
having if we all can't have it.

Rain clouds may bring angel tears,
But She only sees them as tears of joy.

Sexuality

Underneath pink bath-robes
and lacey undergarments:
are sections of genetics that order a definition.

Pink dresses
with little polka dots,
and a mask:
makes her a lady.
A lady in waiting,
waiting to put on slacks and loafers
because stilettos are just as comfortable as they look.

Curling irons burn her scalp,
she just wants to shave it off:
it's too much work for her.

She wants to un-button her pants,
and watch football.
Drink a beer
even though she's only seventeen.

But she can't.

She has a party to go too,
"dinner to cook" as he would put it.

So many times she just wants to slap him in the face and say
"I hope you know how to hold arsenic".

But she doesn't.
Because ladies don't do that.

So when no one is looking,
she strips down
removing herself from her society,
your society,
our twisted fuck of society.

Turns in the mirror,
removes the nail polish,
the weave,
the dress,
the make-up,
the slip,
the lies,
and eventually
she removes herself from the empty shell of someone she doesn't know.

She's more of a man
than you'll ever be.

In This Life, Like Weeds

In this life like weeds
I root in the corners i don't belong.
Take away the sun from the rose,
and the rain from daffidills.