Thursday, November 29, 2012

"Poetic Injustice"

"If I told you a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?" 
Would you lust me? Trust me? Let me know that you wanted 
To see...
Reality 
Through me?
If I told you that it didn't matter if the sun abandoned my days and 
The nights embraced my mornings...would you trust it?
Be disgusted by
The lies that I seem to tell you?
Or convince yourself I 
Remained honest? 
I mean, just because I drink so much 
Honest Tea
Doesn't mean
That I've been
Truthful
More like I've been ruthless,
Full of bullshit 
And leaving footprints 
In the back of your mind 
Without ever letting you in my 
Humble Abode.
My code of conduct is to
Never let you know how much you've 
Affected me,
Infected me,
Tried to inject me with
Your sweet nothings.
I'm sorry I'm not sorry that you 
Have absolutely no effect on me.
Now...
Do you trust that? 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

An Odd Mixture

Because I have been cooped up in my room, wrapped up in thick blankets, and overdosing on hot tea just to stay warm for the last couple of nights, I have turned to music to brighten up my days. Here is a sample of my playlist entitled, The Odd Mixture.




Monday, November 5, 2012

Reserved


*reserved - to keep for oneself... 

Seeing is believing and
I’m still breathing, 
waiting for
the moment to soak in
your presence that verbally lingers,
yet has never physically exposed itself.
My hopeful prayers for change
 have left me kneeling 
beside bed sheets
that scream your name,
yet only seem to reach 
the dusty corners of my ceiling and
get caught in webs of despair and 
self doubt.
Nothing follows those prayers, so
I sulk in confusion, but
continue to search for answers
in the pages that unravel stories about you.
As my beliefs gradually fade into a past of phases that I once truly lived by,

A part of my heart still hopes that one day…
GOD will prove my mind wrong.