There are days

When I dream of ways

To move beyond this monotonous haze--

To see beyond these shades of gray.

There are also days 

When I break my own rules,

Destroy the monotonous,

Double dip the chips,

And drink straight from the milk carton.

Born beautiful with richly glowing dark skin. Ripped from your home. I scraped your skin, exposing the wet, raw layer beneath. Sliced your flesh. I dressed you with spice, served up in viscous fluid. Like Frankenstein’s monster. Resurrected, but never whole. Welcome, my pretty Pickle.

In and out

     Of a trance I go

Sitting there waiting

      For it to snow

Good and bad

      Fight for control

In my mind

      Is where they mold

Words release my congealed pride

in thick layers of deep confession,

can’t expect flowers while still breathing,

poetry begging to be heard -

a creation of memories while skeleton

hangs together with poetic threads,

salty open wounds cocooned by pen

cellophaned in world of phrases.

i often find myself

thinking about dying

if i tell you i'm fine

then i'm probably lying

i suffer from an

everlasting depression

and i undress myself

to get male attention

i'm constantly

running away

because i don't

deserve to stay

Running

It's my drug of choice

It's how i escape life

A roadway i can let my emotions go

I feel amazing while i run

Energizing my mind and body

Leaving my demons behind

I get to cleanse my soul

Becoming a new me.

K.j.a.

I confess Iʼm scared Iʼm not in love with my husband

The electricity, the desire, is diminishing

I feel sadness confessing things I canʼt speak about

I need to feel love, be loved, feel desire ..I want my best friend back...I want my love

1. I don't believe in God.

2. I think the devil gets a bad rap.

3. I think there are one too many idiots in the world.

4. I love My Little Pony.

5. And I only confess stuff when I'm drunk. And I'm drunk.