Blank pages, white screen
I have words I sometimes think
write them down like poetry
write them down consistently
then they stop, stop so suddenly
a blank page sits right in front of me
minutes pass then hours go by
words that dance but never abide
settle or structure or even really stick
words come in floods flashes extreme
but then there is none, no humidity
the well has gone dry, no more bleed
just pages being filled with black space
and tantrums


Daily routine

A woman in white watches slowly through the windows
watching the street she knows just where you go
sees you everyday about half past three
she knows you’re having an affair and with who it might be
a woman in white no she never leaves her house
she’s watching the passers by through the window right now
sometimes from the living room and sometimes from her bed
she knows who you’ve been meeting with and the time of day
she knows what you’ve been doing on your lunch
when you started your diet and when you’d cheat on it
the world is so predictable when you have time to watch
she is watching all the time and is even writing a book
a woman in white watches slowly through the windows
watching the street she knows just where you go
and when you least expect it something you can’t believe
a book comes out rather haunting about your daily routine

Kiss me

Kiss me, kiss me
Oh you beautiful muses
kiss me with lips
that render me useless
that stop all the doubt
and free up my pen
kiss me with words,
with dreams, and with sin
kiss me with beauty, pain
and sorrow
oh muses please keep me
so I will still grow
kiss me, oh kiss me
garden my soul
bloom with the weeds
and temper my woes

I am champagne

Pink ribbons, pretty bows,
handcuffs like no one knows
I talk about the things we’d do
if you knew that I wanted too-
pretend we don’t
like the world don’t know-
I didn’t gloat
riding that free slit float-
I got the pink ribbons,
I got the pretty silk bows,
I may be a grown woman
but that shit I’ll never show
act fast and die hard
live it up and regret large
pink ribbons and daffodils
I got the flowers to pay the bills
I got that girlhood
grown woman make you feel good
I am that free champagne
doe eyed-you’d go insane.
I act like pretty in pink
too far off from being sixteen,
I talk and walk so hard
got that free flag up as art,
pink ribbons and pretty bows
I rock that cheap shit
like the world don’t know
handcuffs in fur my body bent back
I keep pretending
like my innocence isn’t on tap
while the whole world’s drinking
pretty ribbons keep me flat
girlhood is flaunted artificial at that
pretty pink ribbons, soft and wet
I make decisions I’m bound to regret

Drunk off being human

Too drunk off being human
I can’t let go of influence
can’t stop thinking of the masterpiece
I’ll make,
like it will just materialize
one day,
out of nothing my magnum opus fate,
a miracle on ice so aptly named
too drunk off being human to be sane
can’t think of how to fix this day dreaming
or understand just what I am doing
thinking it into reality
existence of my thoughts oh can’t it be
without me putting in a single thing
like time or space or the least bit energy
too drunk off being human to see straight
to realize if I don’t do it won’t take
that I must get to work this time today
instead of thinking what will be some way
if I don’t get it done it will not be
too drunk off being human to believe
this could ever be about me

Merry Christmas

Inspire me
with Christmas meaning
tell me I can give it freely
remind me that my bitterness
is only strong if I give in
remember what a miracle means
love yourself and chase your dreams
child like oh so it seems
but then again we decorate trees
remember that your life has cost
the wrapping of the present often lost
but here it comes oh once again
can we relive what has been
take us back to inspiration
love the season for what it’s have us

Burning white

I breathe
something useless as words
I breed
the creation of things
things that mean nothing
but everything
words that dream of being something
I bleed
and rainbows drip slowly out
I cut
tell you what creativity is about
hell is
a fire that never dies
words that refuse to thrive
a rhyme with good time
I bleed and dine
in white

Freedom is Neon

Soul flickers
when that song comes on,
voice of an angel
hard weathered but won,
fire in the words
sung with true passion,
a message in a bottle-
speak truth with real action.
My soul flickers brightly
as neon lights sing
my world overflowing
with a new something
a power within me
I know I’ve always had
but a breaking of fear
that’s driven me mad
crazed by the fire
burning too bright
but when Neon sings
the fire it slows,
burning off visions
of what I must sow,
a work still in progress,
a life that burns glow-
a dream that runs deeper
than fear can ever go.

who is Mister X?

Thank you for the links,
thank you for the quotations-
I’d like to get your words
your thoughts on this creation
but a dialogue can happen
even if a short one
with a simple thank you
for inspiration to come.