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A SNEAK PEAK (poems from Reckless)
Reinvention
Hatched
Venomous Possession 
Born of Roses & Scorpions
Making History

Fairies and their tales

I’m on the table with my withering
wings flopping at my sides.
Cut me open.
Take out my heart.
My magic no longer

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paints that glow upon your face.

Too vulnerable. I’m reckless. Incapable.

Drain my blood…my love

Transplant.

Give me the frozen soul of a vampire.
A stone heart.
I want to be a sexy bloodsucker,
leave behind
my fairytales and wands.
I'm a bad blood-thirsty
bitch with no pulse.

I plan to seduce, smooch, and slay your friends
And slip away into the dark night.
Laughing at the homeless fairies
clutching their books of tales,
as I clutch my bottle of tequila
dancing over the streets,
my stilettos tap and strum
pavement for centuries to come.

Free

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

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

From the Passenger's Eyes

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

Give.Give.Give 

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 

Front 

seat 

of 

your 

ride

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.

ROCK...PAPER..

ROCK.PAPER.SEVERED 

 I see your text, 

 lay the phone down, 

 and put my pen to the paper. 

 REPLY.PAPER.LIPSTICK 

 I used to write champagne-infused chocolate strawberry love poems about you. 

 Now, I write gunpowder and fire packed tragedies. 

 RAGE.PAPER.SMASHED 

I see another one of your texts, 

press my lips to the paper, 

and light a match RECK.PAPER.FLAME

Meditation

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

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
                      ME
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-
    love-struck!

My love,
I too,
     have been struck by her knives,
then
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
wildest,
thickest,
greenest
jungle

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!

      The
battle
      commences

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.