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Oh Won’t You Be My Neighbor

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I keep
my self busy
To
distract
the holy lonely.
I try my best,
Not to
think of you…

The itch
scratches at me
Like it’s my
one & only.
So like
an old habit,
I reach
for you…

The past visits
with
temptation
baring gifts.
Giving me
the feels,
Like I got
nothing better to do….

I sit and I stare
As I
adore you
At work,
You never
Look back.
Making me worry
what I mean
To you…

I look into
The mirror
Reflecting my
Thoughts
a bit deeper,
And no one
can prove
That they’re not true…

So like
A good
Neighbor
Who stitches
Dreams
& concepts together,
i can’t picture
Any sweater
That’ll fit me
Much better
Than you….

Butterfly feelings

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What frightens me

Is that

I feel a danger looming

And it’s music to my ears.

I’ve been

in search of love

But it looks like

I’ve been really chasing tears..

Something

To give emotion

Since I’m not too sure

If I can still feel…

I’m looking

For my killer

Bare ass,

Hoping it draws near….

The Demons We Know & Love

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We all fuss,
We all fight.
Sometimes in a rush,
Sometimes outta spite.
Usually because
entitled we recite.
Allowing the hurt we endure
Kept alive & just ripe.
The beast on its toes
We entice through the night.
Questioning the weakness
That is now
Only After
a swing & a bite.

Lucy-Purrs In a New Dress

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Like a vamp
Outta hell,

She came out
From
Reality.

An angel
Who fell,

And
on the way
down
clipped both of her wings.

From
the obstacles
That,

Are
strategically
Placed
Around
In my dreams.

Soul
In awe,

I press against wild spirits
As I breathe.

Allowing
The
Imagery,

of hollowed out
twisted things.

To define
What iT is,

That we find
in front
Of we.

It’s not about
What you think,

It’s about
What you see.

To each their own
Definition,

And by that
The speed
That They read.

No body
wants
What they’re given,

Especially
When they’re
Given
Everything.

And that’s a
Problem,

When you’re the one
who’s too extra
With a
“league all your own”
Sort of
Understanding.

Forgetting
All that
Gets lost
In translation,

When articulating
A
Feeling.

I’ve had to create
Alternate universes,
And my own Mythologies.

Since standard
common senses,

Never seemed
As appealing.

I push
Away
With the truth,

Since most
scare easily
By life’s
ironic reelings.

instantaneous
Was our dance,

Continuous
Was the passion
Over hidden apologies.

So
I’m assuming
We both got
What was
Needed,

Me
With a burning image,

You?
I’m still
out and about
figuring.

For as smitten
As it seemed
Like you were,

I’m left
At the arc
Of assumptions
Casually Hanging.

An unhealthy dose
Of reality,

That I’m thankful for
Because
It’s
Inspiring.

Dream Catcher

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Catch me
if you can
The angel said,

I believe there’s nothing
that I can’t
So off, right away iSped.

I chased.
Caught up
She stopped.
We stared.

My heart
full of longing
Her glare
with no cares.

All the more
Do I want
So All the more
Does she run,

A vicious cycle
But there I hoe
Like a moon
For the sun.

My problem
is,
I just love
Too much…

I’m too extra,
And most can’t stand
TheRush …

Open Letter: the first step

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Decisions shouldn’t take
forever and a day
to make.

Especially
for that of which
Has a clear expiration date.

It’s either you do
Or you don’t.

There’s no thin line
Between love and hate.

If one gives you
all of their heart
How long
do you expect them to wait?

With wide open arms,
Clear conscious
And
a smiling face.

Half the battle
is not knowing
If the heavy yoke
Is worth the weight.

That takes
& drags you
down a road
That you wouldn’t
normally take.

Confusing
Kindness for weakness
Making a fatal mistake.

A show & pony facade
Done only to lighten up
The plate.

That’s over saturated
In non nutritious fat
Like food served at a Buffett.

Taking in only what you see
As if the truth
Was up for display.

Life takes a bit
To settle in
And you can’t really force fait.

But do what you
Need to do
Just know that it’s getting late.

Shit or get off the pot
Before you lose
Feeling In your legs.

Seven times a woman: Don’t Ask Don’t Tell

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If I don’t judge you,
Then don’t don’t judge me.

Which is a little difficult,
Since I automatically
label everything
that I see.

There’s always
a motive at hand,
& Lord save the damned
Oh woe for those that can’t see .

The Media and followers
Have burned the image,
Of lust being
the save all
like its something that’s fat free.

Making it apparent
That love is a pointless
obstacle, as a glutton filled waste of a calorie!

Which is sad
Because that’s what
these hoes breathe.

Injecting and digesting
False pretenses
& endlessly
mixed feelings.
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Do you call something by its name,
when you see thats it’s disguised?

Is that a heads up to be discreet?