just a poetry bin

I realize I haven't updated in a while due to a personal, undesirable level of chaos. Here's a small collection of some of my favorite writings recently.

Unamed Eyes Poem
Shining in the light
Glazed over with a layer of wonder
A doorway into her soul
All of her thoughts revealed
The deepest secrets, most passionate goals
A mirror of her life.
Legible but not fully understood
Leaving you with questions
And no hint of any answer
A life time of secrecy
A tale that is only hers to tell
Her eyes beam with beauty
And convey her surreal emotions

Ice/Heat
Its a frigid breeze on a winter morning
A heat flash in summer that leaves you glowing
From one extreme to the other
A feeling so displeasing it leaves you to shutter

No chance of calm weather
You leave dressed for summer and turn back for a sweater
Utter confusion, what is going on above?
T-Shirt or sweater, bikini or gloves?

The sun comes up, but may as well go back down
No matter the weather, beware of the ground
The ice of the winter
The heat of the summer

Unamed
Reputation is itself from being too loud
Shotgun, the middle back seat
The Fresh oppurtunity to look bad
At a perfect leve of need for pride in
The pounding anticipation to be
Middle of the day
Will be black as the night sky

Diving into the Wreck
The bouncing echo,
That creates a significant boom
Leaving all passerby in awe
But quiet enough to prevent
Being heard from afar;

Travels in the Night
I fell in love with every curve of the
Sleek and beautiful heart pumping with
The pounding speakers
It will be heard from miles away
In the light of the crumbling mess

This is a Photograph of Me
My baby and I beamed in the dusty
Saturday morning. It shines brightly
My perfume will smell of those glorious times
Standing at the cars back door
I was promised pure bliss
No matter where we go
I picture the one poorly lit room
It's comfortable, my property
My house.
Waiting to be broken in
It has become the subtle thud of us-
Bouncing off every wall
- just like me.
Fought for to the death
It's small, but it does the job
Accesible and just enough
Because this shines even in the headlights.

She Herself is a Bad Trip
As it nears
The recognisable rattling of the stereo
Tells us that the low rumble echoing,
Heard from as far as I ever went in to track it
Became the underground
It was strong, even the ugliest will want to take control
But I always win.
Know the Italian.

Morning Glory
It is the sweet smell of Chai tea
The words running down my throat
Escaping my body and being set free.

It is the cigarette in hand
The lines lingering on the paper
Being held in place, taking a stand

As the morning sun glows
And the birds sing their song
I feel the power radiate from my head to my toes

The steam from the cup floats through the air
Mixing with the cigarette as it tumbles
The final draft awaits being shared

And as I smile at my mom
Who rests beside me enjoying the days start
The words come to me, as naturally as the beat of my heart.

Explosions in the Sky
Explosions in the sky
A chaos of words
A mess of lies

Gunshots in the air
A panick of thousands
A crowd of despair

Rumbles through the streets
A worry of surviving
A sweeping rush of defeat

Paralysing thoughts flood our minds
A chance to break free
A doorway with no sign

Where are you going
What will you be; how will you get there
With no directions showing.

Spilling over the Edge
Words linger like the stale scent of cigarettes
Clinging to my mind
Like a shy child
Clinging to its mother for protection

They burrow into the deepest corners
Invading my thoughts
Like a robber
Invading a strangers house for objects

They seep through my body
Filling me with inspiration
Like a bath tub
Filling with water for utter relaxtion

They spill onto the paper
Creating a pattern of rhymes
Like a care free artist
Creating an artwork to fill his time

High School Hookers
Generic to the very last bone
Sitting on their plastic thrones
They pull their shirts low
It's the second lunch variety show
As the thongs come out
And they show off their pout
They sell their bodies to the eager crowd
Sales only being made to those who are loud
You stare at them with rich green eyes
and decide; this is your demise
But this is nothing more than high school hookers
Their lives amount to less than their grimey corners

It Might Be ...
It might be the fact that your eyes sparkle in the light
And it might also be because your laugh brings joy to my ears
It could also be how I fit perfectly into your arms
And it could also be your velvet soft skin

It might be because you make me feel beautiful
And it might also be the fact that youre the only person I trust
It could also be your ability to brighten my day with a simple smile
And it could also be how I feel safer around you

It might be the fact that every moment with you is so full of joy
And it might also be because you feed your talent through me
It could also be how I pride in being by your side
And it could also be your dedication radiating through your words

There's no knowing just every reason I love you as much as I do
But know that I love you, and know this is true