Sunday, December 29, 2013


The forest is thick beyond the cliff that I look down 
My hands are free 
I am a powerful warrior woman
I stand with scraped forearms and knees 
A little scared 
A little bruised 
Clutching my machete 
I look down at my bruised thigh that peeks from the hole in my ripped jeans
The voices in my head are often evil 
They are transplants from the mouths of heartless mortals
I can feel it when my heart beats in a time like this
I have survived the battles 
I have arrived at this peaceful vision of foliage 
There is nothing but freedom and love down there 
With me I carry all this pain
These bloody marks look deadly 
But it is beauty
It is life 
My hands are free
And they might always be this empty
Yet there are many stories of past defeats and victories 
There are lessons and wisdom that are priceless
Had these hands not have been free 
I may not have had this extraordinary journey 
Freedom comes with a price but gives many rewards
My hands are empty my love
I am not a perfect woman
I know too much to be
Anything but free

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Grown Women's Cries

You took my all

You drank it down
like liquid bliss,
puckered your lips,
and were quickly thirsty for more

You found her
and her
and her
and her
and her

And sucked all their hearts dry
You make my phone glow and ring
It's possessed
I hear all the grown women’s cries
beneath the ring tone

The voice mail picks up
That woman no longer lives
She rests
Heart broken

Saturday, November 23, 2013

From the Passenger's Eyes

On your passenger's side
Back here again <////3 

You'll be my heart's demise
You'll have it no other way
I love you
I can't tell you this 

You'll be my hearts assassin 
I know this because you've
come very close.

I'm sitting on your right side 


The passenger's side

How fitting,
you're driving-
A reckless driver 
Texting at the wheel 
You could care less 
You asked me here
I came here

My heart said yes 
My head got dressed and put on
makeup unwillingly

You pay me no mind 
Texting her over and over
I see you 

You're mad 
You're fighting with her
I know all these things 
I know you well

I can't say these things to you 
I can't show I care. 
I can't tell you I dream of you and me 
when our passion was lit like a wild fire 

I can't tell you you....
(You turn to glance at me as I write these words feverishly) 
...I sit quiet as you type away 

Spilling your heart out to her 
As I write this poem to you 
A poem you'll never read

I touch your arm and neck
I caress you
Attempting to soothe your pain 

You don't touch me 
You think my affection
is of another world 

I have grown and I know now 
That I am just fine 
This world accepts my loving nature 

I am not strange 
I am a lover 
Dying to love you 

You won't let me 
You are confused 
You might want to 
You might not 
You might have a grand plan 
You might not have one at all 

Your kiss is different 
It is passionless 
It is not that of a lover 

Why have you asked me here 
You asked to see me repeatedly 
You take me to a home goods store to run errands-
 playing husband n wife 

You are selfish, yet you ask for nothing 
You are selfish and return only the things that cost money 
You are selfish, yet you don't want sex. 
You want my heart.

Thursday, November 21, 2013



 I see your text, 
 lay the phone down, 
 and put my pen to the paper. 


 I used to write champagne-infused chocolate strawberry love poems about you. 
 Now, I write gunpowder and fire packed tragedies. 


I see another one of your texts, 
press my lips to the paper, 
and light a match RECK.PAPER.FLAME

Monday, November 11, 2013


I dream deep fields of color 

In the fall I close my eyes 
 and step curiously twisting down rows of beautiful 
orange pumpkin patches and dancing in apple orchards 
looking for him hiding among the foliage 
playing our game 

Summer slumber makes me soar
through great big purple vineyards 
holding his hand pretending 
he was mine forever 

Spring sleep brings a rainbow, scented sea of color. 
An enormous bouquet of flowers of all varieties... 
Blues, greens, whites, pinks, reds and yellows.
I pick a few and hold them close to my nose 
I see his smile 

In the winter I dream of a white blanket of snow 
under a black sky lit with stars that resemble Christmas lights. 
Red is the color of the fire I sit in front of. 
I imagine the warmth consumes me 
as I breathe in the heat of the room into my soul. 

Photographs by IIya Rashap

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Queen to the King

You are ferocious
A king lion
A man unshaven

I spent hours in the royal bed
and have swung through your jungle,
but you don't know me at all

A queen,
I am under these covers
My jewels sparkle through my clothing
Hungry eyes, like yours, don't see them

You are a strange predator
I think to myself
As I run freely to and from you
without any opposition

The things we do are a luxury to the commoners
We surrender ourselves to bodily pleasures
Unchain ourselves from the shackles of the cerebral

My majesty it excites me that you cannot see
The powerful woman fully clothed in formal elegant attire,
outside this bed, with a mouth full of eloquent verbiage

The day has come I’ll return no more
through your doors of carnage
 and into your arms that have pleased just the body

I sit on my thrown,
imagining for just a moment
how you might handsomely rest on your own
wondering if it is possible you discharged
a caring thought into the universe:
Who is that beauty really?

Love to Death

She set our bed a flame
and left me cold.

Those lava-colored eyes are much more striking than mine.

You were hypnotized.
    So in love-

My love,
I too,
     have been struck by her knives,
by your lies

           She is the love-devil.
You say she excited you,
Her evil words delighted you
Her curses aroused you

          ----Now I curse you---

While you lay in the debris of you and she
I see her image pulling on the sheets of
my bed while I try to sleep.
Her demonic stares are deep and lusty.

In the

I am the lush, carnal creature wanting bodily pleasures/ she’s a blood thirsty tiger that never backs down.

                   +We prepare to engage in a fight to the death.+

Only one woman will walk from this arena,
triumphantly holding the other's beating heart.

Before the show begins I sit before a mirror
Watching as the other women admire me

They braid my hair back
My eyes sparkling with a glittery shadow
Lotion is rubbed onto my skin

I dress in leather,
wrapped in lace
and spiked belts

                              She approaches/ I approach/ We approach.

Our eyes lock.
                  A bell has rung!


Tuesday, August 20, 2013

This Poem is Not About You

Write poetry all 
over me with your
pinches and tickles. 

Push my buttons
make the images
pour from my pen.

Squeeze yourself
into my dreams
and fantasies.

Kiss me hard 
like you mean it 
and ill scribble 
it into forever.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Cleanse of the Heart

I imagine 
the pain and letting 

I see your reflection
in the sunlit water 
I hear your voice 
loud and slowly 
disappear into a whisper
beneath the pouring sound

You are gone.

The water 
rushes threw my legs, 
hair sopping wet, 

The light warms my body
I feel weightless 
and powerful.

I am here. 
I press my fingers to the sky.
I feel all the love inside me.
I am cleansed.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

I Think I Love You..I'm Leaving

Why did you treat me this way? 
Can I let you miss me like this and walk away? 
Who calls me just to tell me how crazy I make him? 
How will I forget and recover? 
When the passion dies between two bodies where does it go? 
What does it look like when it is revived in the eyes of another lover? 

Saturday, April 06, 2013


This is a repost from 2008. My friend recently asked if I had a favorite poem. This is certainly one of them

Large drops of rain
Don’t just drip,
But roll and twist
Around sopping wet

She believes
smudged eye liner
changes her identity
And for just a minute
She is somebody else

Twisting her body
spewing random prose
packed with venom
Her seductive whispers
pierce through
the tropical storm

When her eyes catch
a familiar victim
immediately she is horrified
when she is caught
wildly dancing
to thunder and lightening
during a flood warning

Photo by wallpoper 

Monday, March 25, 2013

A galaxy of shells

A galaxy of shells
shine like stars
on the floor in the dark
We glare passionately,
exchanging strikes
of the eye,
each with its own code

The open door is split
down the center
The windows
have been
These are the consequences of eruptive behavior

It’s fiery HOT in here
We’ve been destructive
Created an inferno
in this pressure tank of a bedroom
with a raging, love
that’s like a machine gun

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Battle Scars

A blow torch was taken to our love..
It burned 

I saw an image of 2 lovers 
       in a carnal battle
A fight to the death of hearts
A power struggle of the minds,
One with emotional nuclear-like weapons.
The other with a dangerous intellectual sword.

It was a deadly combination
An exchange of vows 
we guarded,
locked up,

turned up the pressure,
pushed buttons and it detonated.  

In just seconds it disintegrated
floating off in the form of smoky clouds
In a bed alone I lie
I’m floating on 
the black blankets 
rolling before my eyes
Counting the little scars 
I feel tingling on my flesh
Writing our saga into a book of history,
a manual to help win the next battle 

Saturday, March 09, 2013


These stilettos resemble 
       football cleats 
                with mud and blades 
        of grass.

         Beaten up, 
this game has got me 
on highs and lows... 

until I get tackled
      by the one 
     makes me
hang my jersey up.

Tuesday, February 05, 2013


His kind of love is
a weapon of mass destruction. 
He falls over and over 
destroying the hearts of 
crowds of the most innocent 

He is a terrorist,
a heartless beat,
with a mind set to reach
a point of detonation
in 5,4,3,2...
Danger... danger... 
follows me
danger... danger...
I cut my connections.
There is nothing stranger
than the thought of another
knowing my wiring.
You found me on this 
dance floor that feels more like
a bomb shelter
you don't know me
I've lost my phone and ID

Smudged eyeshadow 
shimmery darkness 
across my cheek bones
resembling the aftermath of a blast
In your arms 
I find a bomb shelter..***
And on my lips  you taste 
the residue of an explosive passion 
that is not ours...

I Want to Get Digital -part one

Virtual lover:
We are each other's
dream-guy and lady
Digital kinks
Smiley face with a wink ;)
Ur words..
Hot..and translated into images
of the ideal love
Romantic & sensual
The most real of all
invisible encounters
We exchange
pictures and text,
dreaming of a physical intersection
Hesitant, fearful that the fantasy
will be assassinated
dare we ever meet