Smoke

Inhale
:)

Tip-Toes

I have laid down my life, let myself free- this feeling is so relieving
Re-living the life that I once had
I'm starting to feel like "me" again
It's warm today- I'm barefoot- dancing along the halls, the streets,
so gracefully dancing on my toes
spinning and swirling while my skirt defies gravity

I am slowly becoming me again
Beautifully numb, free spirited and letting go
How I've missed the warm air in my lungs.

Around the Bend

Little indiscretions creeping around the bend
lost in the night- like a star without its shine
Wish I were brave
Fearless is where I'd speak my truth
the world would scream at the top of its lungs
and halt the tattered breathing
Setting free my emotions, my ideas, my premonitions
Success is around the bend with my indiscretions- which will reach me first?

Pompous

To belittle, degrade women
To think that they are of no mental capacity
Your mother who birthed you, raised you, fed you the milk from her breasts...
that wasn't enough?
Where did it all go wrong?
Did your father beat her? Is that what your childish eyes saw?
is that where you decided women were not up to man's standard?
Blood, sweat and tears are what women put into children, into the work force, and into society
How can one claim that they are incompetents- it is you, sir, who is of lacking mental capacity.

So when you deny me my right to speak, or act as I so please is the moment where you are at fault.
Because this tiny voice will be heard when you take away what you owe me in thinking that I will remain quiet.
Because this tiny person has a large voice- watch out "BigBoss" I'm on your trail like a hound on blood.

Hell

Blissfully ignorant to life
the colors are bright and the skin is translucent
these lips are stained a blood rouge
Scars grace these eyes- piercing through the breaking dawn
droplets form on this spine, slowly dripping,
inching their way down to the nape of my back.

Purely blissful, ignorantly decieving
Welcome to the place we call home
Hell.

StoryTime

She loved mysteries so much, that she became one *

impossible

There's no way that my name can escape foreign lips
Struggling to displace and escape
Drugs and dreams lead to imperical indecencies.
Twisting into oblivion
Leaving baggage at the door
Can't wait to travel
See the world
Embrace the possibilities
Until then
Dream
Live
Sew my lips shut.