Jelly, bursting in my mouth

Sweet and tart

There is sunshine filtering through the leaves to the forest floor 

It's just us, surrounded and encompassed by nature

She sits across from me, smiling, laughing, as she crams another jelly tart in her mouth

I think she's my true love

Ash, lying in my mouth, my lungs

Coughing, I try to run

There is fire, bright, ravenous plumes of it

Its just me, trapped by the ash and smoke and sparks

She is no where to be seen, she left me behind

I thought she was my true love 

i go to school

enter the cold, brightly lit classroom

surrounded by white boys

living their white boy lives

in this white boy world

i wonder how a see me

just another white girl

she's kinda wierd

doesn't socialize much

draws at recess instead of

playing pointless games

"young lady"

"little girl"

"girl" 

squashed into these titles

my precious birthright

on the third of july

my grandmother said 

congratulations

you're becoming a woman

what if i don't want to 

The headset comes off

The ocean rushes in

Ripples crush my troubled thoughts

Bricks and spinters falling away

Sinking into the deep recesses

Of water and Time,

The constant friction whittling away

The most durable to dust.

I see it all happen within these sounds;

Then a bittersweet smile. 

All is well in this great big Ocean.

Dust in my eyes

It smothers 'til there's nothing left

I squint through the pain

Breathing in and out nothing-breathes

I miss the scars,

Prefer them over these bars

Since my bones still break and I'm still bruised

But it shows even worse when they're not used.

Let me out

Of this cursed cage

I'd rather escape and suffer the world's thorns

Than die to this sedentary plague. 

We knew each other once

In a place you’ve long since forgotten

But it’s shadows weren’t real

It’s rays less so

And no light illuminated our faces

Two separate, disconnected connections

Perhaps we’ll never know who we were

Are, or will be

The shadows slide

Between our fingers,

Slipping from one warm hand

To another.

It's awfully hard to tell colour apart

In this dark

But I still see your mocha-crinkled eyes,

The bright of your teeth,

The soft wave of your locks curling in my grasp.

My heart flickers just like that faint golden flame,

As if a glimmer of hope is enough to be my lifeboat;

Licking away at my defenses til I crumble,

Nestled in your arms, dark eyes bright as day,

Breathing in your umber pigment

Wishing to melt, ooze into time itself,

Until the clock can turn no more.

Maybe then we could stay like this forever. 

Rain falls — not as drops,

But as a curtain —

Decisive as the fury of a mob,

A weeping sky’s menaced sob;

Scorn’d and bitter as its scent

In two shards cracked, heavens wholly wrent —

Translucent blood for which we beg, thirst and pray

Delighting, forgetting it is the atmosphere itself we must in-the-process slay

For that reason comes our reluctance to accept this cruel darkness within

Secretly celebrating, outwardly abhorring by the violence; or at least the way the guilt crawls under our skin