A Quarter for Childhood

Inspiration: Thinking about summer, and how when I was little I was have lemonade stands : )
Summer: Sweet

The taste was numbing
and the smell was enough to
pause anyone who met it,
and order their steps to
it's front line.
The table was low and the
earnings were pressed tightly into
what looked like a small cardboard box
of milk
One gulp of the inadequate serving had
your taste buds pleading for more-
quarter after quarter you filled your
warm vessel with puddles that turned into
rivers of sweet innocent
lemonade

Stunna Shades

Inspiration: So I was at school and I saw this girl wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses... in the school?
Word: Chilled

She was wearin'- em.
Heavy, dark, drippin' over her face
she hid behind her black
Stunna Shades

She was wipped.
From head to toe
she sulked in the togetherness of her all too put together
look

She was cool.
Or so she thought that her tight pants
and leather equip her with the ability
to be
confident

to be
or not to be
was her question

never acted on
but always brought about
through subconscious thought

She chose to be the breeze of trouble that chilled her
and made her cool

Tented Window

Inspiration: My madres nagging!
Word: Nagged

She nagged
and for every nag, she stabbed.
Through her ill way of love she tore away
at every possibility that could have been
she ruined her own lovely destination with her
own distaste for herself and desire to erode her surroundings
her bitter taste inspired sticky situations to unravel
and she created for herself a cage of nothingness in which she would dwell in
to reflect on the enduring sound of her own nagging


(I don't really like this one : ()

Him through Her

Inspiration: I don't know where this came from, I guess Adam and Eve but not really.
Word: ripeness

He had a gift
He could rifle through the bullshit
and find the true ripeness in her beauty
He could see her, even though he couldn't see himself
He saw possibilities in an unformed structure
an unformed structure of himself was seen through
her. and through it he created a life for them
then in her he unmasked himself

(So its real different I guess)

The Runner

Inspiration: My feet are cold, and the other day I was watching a little bit of The Runaway Bride.
Word: Cold Feet

She's got cold feet.
Glazed,
iced over
engraved
with
what if?
Her ifs
run to- a
never ending close
of things
she could have done, things
she could have said
things she could have
been, dread- dread
comes over her, truly
becomes her, she
swallows her pride
and drowns herself
in the silence of not
knowing.
But the it begins to
roar and begs
her to listen
and act
on its behalf
and she runs
towards the life
she never had,
the quiet she never
heard, the love she
thought would hurt.
She runs towards the
ideal of living, of
exhaling her doubts
and contorting herself
into a convoluted
dream of herself.

To the unborn child, Happy Birthday

Inspiration: So I was watching cake boss, and the guys wife had a baby, and that got me thinkin'.
Word: Existence

You only see true light once.
It happens when you're introduced to
the spear of particles we call,
home

The stretching of skin muscles over eyes
work to bring joy to all those in witness.
Your first birthday has come.

Not the one that proves that you're strong enough to
go through one year of the motions of existing,
but the first one that distinguishes you as a
human
as someone who has been noted to have been in this very complex idea we call
existence

You don't have life yet
you haven't gotten enough bruises and
gained enough badges to
have experienced life

You have merely existed
and your journey towards living life is in your hands

Good Luck
and
Happy Birthday

(So it's not really my style at all, but I like trying new things)

I am a Woman

Inspiration: Women are really strong, and because of that they cover they're bruises with smiles
Word: comfort

I lose myself in a false sense of comfort
that spreads across my smile like venom
alluding to an idea of myself
that does not exist