- The Future is Unwritten -

Hopes and wishes

Dreams and schemes
Pinning goals
To my heart
Like a vision board
Painted in song notes
Scars from
Removed tacks
Creating a sieve
Where I seep
Out sections of myself
Patchwork bandages
Made of steps forward
Letting go
Living life
Without yesterday's weight
But lifted on tomorrow's wings

- Him & Her -

Addicted to the fire

that burns my skin
when the image of you
flashes through my mind
burning so bright
that the sunspots
created blend into
the shapes of us
that love like a
heavy stone
sitting in my stomach
grounding me to the world

- Feeding You -

You walked in

emaciated.
You said you were hungry
for love
and my cabinets were full.
So, I fed you.
I made meals out of my hopes,
taking bite-sized portions
of age-old dreams
and served them to you
on a platter made from
hands destined to satiate you.
You ate every bite,
smiled, and said
"Give me more."
So, I severed pieces of myself
and steeped a stew
of hugs and kisses.
You lapped it up,
frowned, and said
that it wasn't enough.
So, I cut my bone to
make a spoon for you
to drink my soul.
You licked the bowl
and complained about
the shape of the spoon.
You walked out
plump
saying you were full
of hate
but now my cabinets are empty
and I'm starving.

- Basic -

I have brown hair and brown eyes
olive skin with thunder thighs
that greet each other at every step.

When I walk down the street
I blend in with the crowd
the masses a shroud
that casts shadows of perception

Just another beige girl
in the played out palette of neutral shades
But I am a kaleidoscope of cacophonous colors
dulled only by your idea of truth

My long locks are luxurious crops
of hickory and mocha
that fingers fueled by wanderlust
to dream of running through

The windows of my soul
are pools of chestnut and honey
whose reflection radiates a light
that keeps you warm with hope

The soft touch of my ever sun-kissed skin
never fades from memory
after being wrapped in my embrace
you're left with a smile on your face

My body is designed
like the goddesses of old
meant to carry the world
or have it bow before me

- Waking in My Own Shoes -

It's taken me a long time
to come to terms
with the peace of me,
to see myself,
to believe in the intricacies
of my personality
that give me a value
beyond a price,
to find comfort
in my own skin,
to know myself well
and not run from her,
to leave the whispers
of doubt in the wind.