Words Are My Tears

words are my tears
flowing from my soul
through my fingertips
landing on the page
where my thoughts can take
time to manifest
one by one
two by two
three by three
and I guess that makes
my nails like eyelids,
protecting my sight
from the outside world

words are my tears
flowing from my soul
through the crevice of
my lips making their
way to your eardrum
where my thoughts can take
time to manifest
four by four
five by five
six by six
and I guess that makes
my mouth like tear ducts
cleansing my tired tongue
from the poisoned world

words are my tears
helping me set free
my heavy fears and
lackluster sorrows
so my thoughts can take
time to manifest
three by thee
two by two
one by one
and I guess that makes
poetry my soul
saving my heart
from the outside world

grow up because grown ups dont play games

your words rip through me
like a murderers vengeful knife
and now the truth is oozing
from beneath my skin
leaving bruises under my eyelids
so i can never forget how
a love of epic proportions
was meant to end.

your words tear me apart
as if they were the eye of
a wild hurricane leaving my limbs
miles away from my head, my heart yet
my soul will not let you keep me apart
only stitching scars will haunt me at night
so i can never forget how a love of epic
proportions was meant to end.

More Than You Can Say

I’m a dreamer with both feet on the ground;
I may have my head in the clouds
but I know where my heart can be found
and isn’t that more than you can say?

I may not always be able to see what I’ve got
yet I am always aware of what I want
and never am I scared to work for what I have naught
and isn’t that more than you can say?

I Miss You

So lets get caught up in a deep conversation
about my recent sadness deprivation.
Ask me any question under the moon and sun
tonight, I’ve got answers by the billion.
Too often we dwell on ideas so hollow
well I say, fuck the shallow!
I know I’m jaded; nowadays, maturity comes at high prices
yet only in response to its low demand because people prefer their vices.

But do you know I miss you?

Remember the nights we nursed each other’s hearts and dreamt the same dreams;
just four teenage girls riding out life’s extremes.
We became each other on rotation; saw the world through the eyes of a friend
but it was all too much, on me I forgot to depend.
So I asked for space, time to figure things out
I just needed to understand what this life is all about.
There is more to the story than I can ever let you know
yet I can’t begin to express how much you have left to grow.

And do you know I miss you?

Be Yond You

i wish i could show you how my soul exists
beyond your solstice.
I want nothing more than to illustrate how my I’s gleam
when the world is just as beautiful as eyes seem.

But i’m not sure you can handle my truth
for it seems to be that your dexterity
has been less than at its best
and my truth requires to be handled with care.

(There was a time when i was eager to satisfy your vision of our addition
yet it lead only to the fission of i. i needed you twice more than i can remember
and do you remember how i returned your love thrice time over?)

three fold and yet our love has been wrongfully sold
the to former pilot of my life, so-old she forgot how to soar
but I don’t want to be sore no more so
“God grant me wings. I’m too fly not to fly”

The clouds I have to navigate threw
are nothing compared to the knave-gates i’ve tossed
for the sake of my aura which is three dimensions
three dimensions deeper than you breath is.

(If only you could know how my soul exists beyond your solstice
because i want nothing more than to illustrate how my i’s gleam
when the world is just as glorious as eyes seem.)

~ Quote from The Dead Emcee Scrolls by Saul Williams

The Truth Is…

I’ve never felt more at home in my own skin;
until recently I never dreamed happy to be real,
see, the truth is before now I never knew where to begin.

I used to live as if walking on a wire much too thin
not allowing myself to feel
but lately I’ve deemed myself home in my own skin.

I’m rebuilding the bridges of my once kin
in a manor lacking any sense of genteel
but at least I had an idea of where to begin.

I’m starting to get dizzy from the constant spin
yet the motion is gradually making me anneal
and I’ve never felt more at home in my own skin.

I’ve made this bed and I intend to spend all day sleeping in
before I take control of this journey; with two hands on the wheel,
this time I know where to begin.

I’ve never felt more at home in my own skin;
until recently I never dreamed happy to be real
but my mind is untangled, my heart akin
and it’s all because I knew where to begin.