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I am but a puppet to my heart's passion

In the crudeness of the night

Truth and shadows mimic the twilight

And things that hide in the light

Become plainly and vividly in sight

There is a rawness to utter darkness

It is, in my opinion, what many fear

Because inside your head, free of noise, it is a coward that always appears

As dawn lifts the sky and the sunlight draws near

Your reality begins. Enjoy your life of sin.


"This passion, this burn, this fire... it will consume me eventually."

Me, myself, & my mic

Me, myself, & my mic
"My touch sets the pace as I lace my fingers around it's thin waist, and my voice sends static music that hypnotizes you without a choice, and my words? Oh, my words. They are the potency behind my sweet lips poetic bite. Just me, myself, & my mic.

Self Portrait

My body aches with desire
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Miss Independent

You see, because, one thing you must know about me
Is I was a Miss-You-ain’t-gonna-lock-me-down-baby-I-am-free
And I wasn’t to be taken lightly
Quite frankly
To cross any boundaries
Usually left you connected to a phone telling you you marked the number
incorrectly
But you didn’t. I just didn’t want you calling me.
Anyway
My point is plain.
I was no princess waiting for a prince to claim
Because I was the reason the dragon was already slain
Men were toys, and my heartbreak made sure to remind me of the pain they bring
So I decided that love just wasn’t my thing
I went on dates, I even met your parents, mr and mrs whatshisface
Until you caught me with another man’s arm around my waist
And what’s worse is you couldn’t complain or show your disappointment
Because you showed up early and I already briefed you about Him
remember? He’s my 6 o’clock “appointment”
All my candidates supplied free movies and dinners and dances and drinks
All within months of still seeing my past link
He played with me so I played with him
And silly me I found myself amused by how I could use him at whim
For emotional comfort and what ever else was needed at the market
It must have been exactly the reason I was such an easy target
Amongst my twisted fantasy I found myself at the end of a retail aisle staring… no..
let’s be honest… I was gazing
At what I thought at that moment was a man who defined amazing
A fool, a toddler, a loser to say the least, that was frozen in the moment and wasn’t
smart enough to flee
Was enveloped in the moment he touched the first key
I felt the thought manifest, I felt it develop and convert into a concrete thought out
of the blue
And dammit I couldn’t stop before I asked him
“Is there anything you can’t do?”
I didn’t wait for the response, I don’t even think our eyes met
I swiftly walked away to die in my embarrassment
And 5 years later I see it everyday
The answer to the question I asked before I ran away
This woman that once didn’t give a damn about any species with testis or an adam’s
apple, just to be sure
Felt a love so true so deep and so pure
So the answer is simple, because you see
You have to be in love, like me, to be free
So remember that question I asked before
when I was that girl that asked
“Oh, we went out? I’m sorry- and you’re who?”
And now as a woman I can give you my heart as I tell you
No, there isn’t a thing in this world he can’t do.

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