a little romance with life

When I was younger, I used to ask my mother how is it that we feel alone even when there are so many people in this world. I I walk like fire till my feet turn to ash It does not matter if the world beneath me burns I do not care if the steps spill my blood, My spit turning to acid, words melt my insides I can no longer swallow the shit that is happening My heartbeats up in flames, the soul boiling Under the heat of my own being I live like fire till my days turn to ash. II Cry, if the world hurts you, cry like a fucking Waterfall, and cry till those around can see you Drowning in your own sorrow; please don’t Pretend to be strong for anyone, aren’t we all Starting to look like iron men and women who Have forgotten what their hearts sounded like Aren’t we wounded souls wandering underneath Distracted bodies teaching our children Never to cry? III Oh god, please be kind to one another You are not ice, you are not a walking blade, ...

Oh dear, what a shame it is to not have the heads turn As I enter the bus in awe of my flawless beauty The shining face, the kohl smeared eyes, the ripped out Hairless flesh of my legs, and smooth touch of my hands No woman will wish her daughter to be like me For all I know, I’d be one of those young people That make her look so damn sexy at forty eight; No man will desire the fool who does not hide her legs Sprouting with hair as wild as her heart, my head with As less hair as the damn worthy of all the passers-by Who, I am told, will decide the course of my life, Oh dear mommy, I am a walking tragedy. But what will you do when I go waltzing down the Streets of Vienna in hot pants and spaghetti tops And when I would have dyed my hair red, and adopted Baby kittens displaying their loving scratches like Constellations tattooed on my skin and not wear black to Hide my tummy and pick any dress out of my wardrobe without Spending a full 30 minutes w...

My blog is my most sacred and honest place. This is me, when I'm sad and happy and when I'm hiding away from everyone because life is a little hard sometimes. This is me, broken hearted and in love and when I'm not thinking about any of it at all. And this is me- transparent, no lies, no hidden meanings, no unnecessary metaphors. Me in all my nakedness, my whole being and everyone doesn't like that, and they don't have to. But writing what I write is my choice, and whether you want to read it or not is yours. So let's just respect each other like decent human beings. And on that note, here is the poem for today, my version of Bluebird by Charles Bukowski . You can find the original here- http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bluebird/ Bluebird there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to chirp away but they’re too tough for her, they say, stay in there, we’re not going to let anyone see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to chirp awa...

'Desperate' is the saddest word I've heard From even far away you know it comes with no good You start walking in the other direction, Lonely or alone, who can say? But why stop a man who wants to love? I, for one, love being in love and do it exactly like in the movies Complete with my whole being, and heartbreaking honesty I sing songs and click pictures and laugh too loud And kiss like nothing else can remotely fill my empty soul If I had a lover, that's what I'd call him- lover Or honey in the soft passionate way of Andrea Gibson I'd send three am texts with Neruda's poems and tell him I cried to sleep He doesn't have to reply back immediately I'd be painting gifts, taking parts of me out to create something for him I'd write handwritten perfume laden love letters on pink paper If he cries a river, I'd make origami boats to make him laugh And I'd tell him he's beautiful so many times That he'd forget he ever felt un-beautifu...

Postponement The flower bud kept telling the bees Every day To come home tomorrow For soon it would bloom ; I tell the clock and make promises To hours that one day soon I will go on a date with time And do all the things I love to do, It will just be the two of us And I shall be present in whole With my body and soul. But life for now, is a set of tomorrows That my today keeps leaning towards And time keeps slipping Through my busy typing fingers.

 Poor fat pregnant monkey looking for some food Poor fat pregnant monkey needs to now look after two Poor fat pregnant monkey hunts all over the floor Poor fat pregnant monkey finds some but needs a lot more Poor fat pregnant monkey can’t find the father anywhere Poor fat pregnant monkey searches for someone who will care Poor fat pregnant monkey begs and pleads for bread Poor fat pregnant monkey wishes she was dead Poor fat pregnant monkey doesn’t know what to do Poor fat pregnant monkey might as well go blue Poor fat pregnant monkey has no other way out Poor fat pregnant monkey no one listens to her shout Poor fat pregnant monkey quietly begins to steal some grain Poor fat pregnant monkey it helps soothe her pain Poor fat pregnant monkey needs more solids in her tummy Poor fat pregnant monkey is about to become a mummy Poor fat pregnant monkey scares the people away Poor fat pregnant monkey will face the consequences some day Poor fat pregna...

An Ode to Whitey Do you know they’ve started calling you Whitey-bitey these days? Does it seem like there is An invisible collar around your neck now With those words inscribed across, in CAPITALS And everyone can see it, but only you feel it Tighten across your throat every time you jump On a seat to sleep and the people hastily walk Away or scare you with their fancy multi-purpose Umbrellas; do you feel it glue onto your skin Because nobody notices how calm you’ve been Since that incident 3 weeks ago, they still think You’re that scary dog; do you find it hard to breathe When everybody cuddles with pretty Coffee over There and you try to remember what is was like To be scratched beneath your ear; and at nights Do you cry at how suffocated you feel because You have this invisible collar tighten around your neck And do you sometimes get angry and show your Teeth and raise your paws to get rid of it And do people look at you and say- Stay awa...