Game

These stilettos resemble 

       football cleats 

caked 

                with mud and blades 

        of grass.

         Beaten up, 

this game has got me 

on highs and lows... 

Going 

       game 

          for 

  game 

until I get tackled

      by the one 

          that 

     makes me

hang my jersey up.

Shelter

His kind of love is

a weapon of mass destruction. 

He falls over and over 

destroying the hearts of 

crowds of the most innocent 

         women. 


He is a terrorist,

a heartless beat,

with a mind set to reach

a point of detonation

in 5,4,3,2...

tick*

BOOM!!!!




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
XXXXXratedXXXXX
Hesitant, fearful that the fantasy
will be assassinated
dare we ever meet
face-to-face

Dysfunction

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We are a passionate movie scene

A desire.. man made

It’s not supposed to be like this

You make me feel so low, worthless, desperate

Then say with your eyes

baby give me a kiss

It’s rusty..

there are sparks flying

from the pieces that grind,

& roll over each other

No longer fitting together

Malfunction…

These words fall silently from my lips

Before I grab a hold of you

It’s uncontrollable

The way we touch

We are parts of this machine

Squeaking and screeching

Uncared for

we’ve taken it for granted

Now, it is just used to doing

what it does

We are outdated

You no longer take me on dates

It’s broken,

Dysfunction

And we can’t let go

Because somehow this beaten up machine

Still moves

Beauty and the Dragon

We burnt the place down

&

Shook up the room 

Now, were lying in the aftermath of a lit match

against spontaneous, alcohol-infused passion

This room appears to be a battlefield

A slayed a dragon sleeps next to me

I lay clutching my sword

He snores, sighing, dead to the world

He’s very ordinary, common-

with his scruffy face and squishy love handles

My wide, curious pupils watch him

in the dark as his stomach rises up and down

Through these amber eyes he is mystical

My arms stretch longing to touch the ceiling 

In this bed that’s like a cloud 

I soar curiously into the darkness of these walls

like navigating the night sky

feeling as if the stars were tickling me

while I fly over a battlefield of firey dreams

REINVENTION

I want to reinvent myself,

color my hair

then cut it all off,

get a blond wig with black streaks,

and live the life of a freak

a few days a week.

Imma remix myself

be more lusciously,

sexual,

emotionally tolerable,

look even hotter in a t-shirt,

find a man who is dangerously irresistible,

and be more aggressive

and vulgar with the fellas

I’m rewiring my connections,

masquerading around

with 6 different masks

in my back pocket,

experimenting with voodoo,

and admitting that I’m hot for dreadlocks.

I am NEW…

Making a vow to be fearless,

more attentive,

more intuitive,

I will breathe each breath

like it’s sacred H20,

look deeper into the eyes of others,

cleanse,

wash away the anxiety,

regrets, & phobias,

get a psychic reading

ask for an exorcism,

bow to the gods

and start anew.

photo credit: becomegorgeous.com 

We love the fire

I walk over the last of our spilled gasoline.

You love me when you're setting fires.

My nude stilettos are resistant to your matches

and I am untouched.

Addicted, we are each other’s explosive obsession.

We are broken and engaged

in a battle. A fight to the death…

I take blow for blow,

determined to walk away alive

with a heart BEAT..BeAt.. BeaT.. beat

Your remarks are flaming arrows,

pointed and released with such precision

from behind a stare of passionate intention-

I swallow them and spit them back

It’s a very slow, voluntary death-by fire.

We take this hellish match

of gladiators to a private room.

Grabbing your neck

you’ve got me by the hair

in the same dead bed of lost futures and dreams

We are a flammable couple-

Tumultuous, angry, and vicious

Everything I vowed not to be

in a Mr. and Mrs. Smith type relationship

except you’re no Brad Pitt….

I can no longer walk through this heat

just to prove my heart to you-

Burned. Drained.

There are permanent markings, hieroglyphics

left on the walls of my interior.

The scars of a love gone wrong

I tempt you…

Light the matches of my darkness

and you will find a scorned animal seething.

Hissing, as I anticipate your presence

with heightened senses refusing to be defeated.

You look into my eyes,

kiss me with your teeth,

it's hot

and the battle recommences….

A page from Reckless...

HATCHED

A light grew in my chest and slowly

ate away at my cold exterior.

My vampire skin cracked for weeks,

secreting strange liquids

from my broken crevices ..

I dripped them all around town,

all on my friends,

all naked with you in bed

and turned you off.

Shattered open,

I’m here-

hatched,

making new promises to myself.

My feelings walk bare-naked in public,

dancing alone in a crowd

to a sexy techno song.

Proud.

I hang up my innocent,

good girl hats-

the ones with the polka dots and hearts

and trade them in for outlandish,

badass, purple hair extensions.

Today I’m flying with all my strength,

intelligence,

self-healing powers,

and free loving nature,

like a precious bird

with diamond encrusted wings

and golden feathers.

Reckless

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Cut to Grow

You walked around with a sword-

Your name engraved, as you swung / /

A rugged man
with a sea of opportunity.

Inside you was a little boy

playing pirates

capturing me,

a princess with a queen’s future.

Shackled,

You sung love songs to me

as you swung slashing away

the layers over my heart.

The days passed slow

as you whispered

foreign words into my dark cell

at the ship's bottom.

Bringing me up,

we’d walk to the end of the plank

and you swung,

taking me down, down, down....

A slow torture-

hour by hour-

limb by limb
fell to the floor

Here and now I am
only eyes tearing up

seeing you bare:

no costumes or lies

Clear vision sees

that you and I
were rotten

from the start

I move it to my memory

as lesson in love.

Cut down, but not gone

I’m left with eyes

to water my heart

and grow, grow, grow....