Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Delivered Letter

I wrote yu a letter.
The bruises, the scraps that came from my fingertips.
Created this masterpiece.
All my wants and desires.
My hopes and my dreams.
Dripped in ink upon my white sheets.
This letter contained everything
That my tongue would not let me untie.
A vivid picture; more like a painting
Of how the inside of my heart looks.
Da Vinci himself could not paint a more elaborate picture.
Einstein could not come up with a superior concept than I
To explain to thee in words.
I carefully placed my letter in a bottle
And let the edges of my feet touch the tip of the shore.
Debating whether I should risk the journey
And let my bleeding fingertips be set out in this ocean.
As my emotions weaved through the waves
I can only hope my heart reaches its destination.
See… I wrote yu this letter
And it was sent out to sea
Somethings locked, and I hope yu have the key.

Saturday, July 4, 2009


Today I let yu get to me.
I was weak.
Why I let yu get so close
When I maintained yu at a distance.
Not listening to myself
Gets me to where im at.
Starting as a emotionless attraction
With unattached words.
Yu anger me with yur pride
But yet I seem to never stay mad.
Yu have become my forbidden fruit
The one im not suppose to touch.
But yet im a woman.
With the weakness of eve within me.
Disappointed by truth my apple will rust,
Not knowing if my lust will overwhelm me.
But lust has hurt me before
The kind that has changed a life.
At times I seem to care so much
That I stop caring at all.
I try to keep my mind open to love yu
But my heart is secretly prepared to let yu go.
A constant breakdown in my mind
Of yur unfair, my selfish, way of thinking
Then I stop…
And think…
I wont cry.
It makes me weak.
But the feeling makes me
Write stupid poetry about love and hate.
Yur getting me like this..
Yur giving me emotions
Im opening up
Damn. Im a poet