Tag Archives: I

pocket full of flesh

Don’t bind me and cut me and forage me down

I am not a tree to be cut down by your venomous axe

you want to purge me and rid me climb me and conquer me.

My vines will eat you

Trap you

Suppress you

Power is not what you posses

Just as you are you will remain

A pocket full of Flesh

Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood

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skeleton

Smile skies of reddy blue

Uneven tapestry of me bathing my arms

Sectioned body

Anatomy ready to be read

With your scalpel I meet my fate

With smiles

Meditative Sword ©Kiran Kaur


i love

Lupe Vélez

When i create and cry

When i write and wallow

when i handwrite and hate

i recite and recall

verse and virile

and speak

entice

consciousness


she says

 

Lenny Kravitz- The Difference Is Why

She says she wants to be a lover but she has no fear

she says she wants to be an inspiration but knows nowhere

she says she wants to love but can’t breathe anymore

she says she hates the way she smiles because her eyes crinkle

she says she can’t have what she wants because she doesn’t deserve

she says that her hopes and dreams are never at ease

she says she wants to believe and respire but she can’t

she doesn’t love herself enough

she doesn’t give herself enough

she doesn’t feed her soul

it cries like a banshee

tearing her monotonous face

hoping and dreaming and pleading everyday

but she gets none of it

she says where am I going wrong?

 

 


melody

Gilda

Slowly slurring I’m getting there

the riff rips me in time as the beat slides down my back and arches my throat

the strings plummet into her echo, spleeding words

I ate it before but I never felt like this


I

I can only make for myself the life I create

The pain I harbor follows me like a steel knife

And my feelings punish me for having emotions

If I cease them, they fail to breathe and let lie

I try to hope for tranquility

But hope doesn’t pursue truth

Truth hurts but sets me free

My wordle image from a document of poetry and shorts over the last 2 years