"Indian" stealers

Inspiration: Again, my mother
Word: innocence

Sweet innocence is stolen and given in youth
severed by the double edged sword of a heated mother's words
and sewn gently into a delicate bow by the same





p.s I hate the fact they people say indian stealers but my mom always says it and the poem is about her

The Damaged

Inspiration: Fight with mother dearest
Word: laugh

Words cut like knives on
the bare back of a starving child
I embrace the discomfort of your lackluster tears
with harsh sounds cascading from my tongue

I swell in a fake rejoice at the sight of your face turning
and asking for pity
I return the plead with my head falling backwards over shoulders
releasing a devilish damaged laugh

The Truth

Inspiration: I had a rough week
Word: complexities

The complexities of human beings allude to a never ending confusion
of what the truth is

Oh hey mom

Inspiration: Surprise visits
Word: Home

Her smell wreaks of an undesired home
and an abundance of past grief




post for Jan 24th

A reflection of love

Inspiration: Interracial Couples
Word: Finger Tips

Finger tips touch as a sign of
desire is released through the breath of another

Gentle hands intertwine into a heap of inadmissible
sums of love

As bodies grow closer to a peak of an extinguished barrier

The summation of their assorted auras result in a
explosion of titillating passion
that epitomize
true
innocent
love

The mother of Pain, Love

Inspiration: Wondering why we need love
Word: Love, Hurt
SN: Short and Sweet

Distorted collections of an idea of love is the reason we hurt

Quiet Peace

Inspiration: Silent Night by the Temptations
Word: Solitude

The presence of solitude is a gift to the conscious world
It satisfies the bewildered mind
and gives birth to the beginnings of an improbable likelihood

It's a sound mind
offers a quiet
peace


So, I'm really behind. I've been through hell and high waters this week...sorry. Even though barely anyone reads this...