Forsaken the name

that brought you to

my door.

Carried to the

threshold

find your footing

dance on the carpet

or fall on your ass.

I won’t carry

or help you walk

like the rest.

Forsaken your name

and make your own.

Stood stall

when everyone told her

to sit.

Shrugs the blanket

of relief in her hunt

for solitude.

Wasted stitches

in a feeble attempt

to calm the fight.

Peace for the next

so she can burn

this relief blanket

You keep a barrier

the words and you

a hardened shield

to protect your

fruitful heart.

It’s been pierced before.

Your words, while beautiful,

you don’t always believe them.

Casting webs

around yourself

to stop the buzzing

flies from getting near.

You know it’s not healthy

and you want to tear the

webs and shields down.

The words are always there

and you know

they’ll be close by.

I think about you

when the sun is up

down

and setting.

Setting the picture

next to the family album

say cheese.

For the mouse running

roaming free

free of the pussy.

The will own us.

She said she was mirror watching.

I still don’t know

what that means.

I can see her

see herself

in a cold room

in the middle of the night.

Maybe she was

waiting

waiting for something

to grab her

tell her

that everything is okay.

Two sides

showing at once,

twin sisters.

It’s not that I don’t believe

it’s more along the lines of

why should I?

Speech with confusing vocabulary

on and on and on I hear

your message of good

evil

but

aren’t they the same.

Cut from the same apple

and viewed in different light

under different ideals

in the same book.

Trenches with muddy

fingers pointing

at anyone

but themselves.

Three classes a week

down to one.

Trial and error

couldn’t teach me

how to tell

a silly little lie.

Bright blue eyes

dribbles around

in my mouth

I can’t let her

down

just once

a silly little lie.

 

I watched the march

on t.v like most.

Never put in the position

to walk in the shoes.

I’d like to think

I’d walk tall

and match stride

with history.

Hands burned on my knees

coffin almost nailed shut tight

lie in Winter bed.

I believe in your way

your voice

the tidy way your hair falls

on to mine.

Walking wasn’t easy

still isn’t

but I need your voice

to be heard.

Spread tales of wisdom

and equality to readied ears

to bring the new world

with ready arms.