Sugarless World
My dim light, offered no comfort last night
As my pen scratched angrily against the rough paper
I live in a Sugar-less world
Reality is bitter
And every wing is clipped
The beds are empty,
The minds are scared
And the hearts are cold
Awakened
I pacify my emotions.
My hair looks like a hay stack,
My night gown is falling off one shoulder
My nails are stained blue with Ink
But I like it.
Standing before the mirror
My reflection is the only witness to life’s mocking reality
“Well, good morning sweetheart
Don’t you look like shit”
That’s what the glass whispers vehemently
The day takes too long
In the doldrums,
The rain taps on my roof
Like a symphony of sounds
Beads scattering against tile
Like a sad song
A violin of sorrow
My pen scratches idly
My candle flickers…
Was I given a paintbrush
I’d paint the world colors it shouldn’t be
Because my eyes prematurely opened
To it’s black and white reality
The best moments of our life
Are our tears, heartbreaks and smiles
The sunsets, the sunshines
The truly undefined
And kindly unspoken moments
Our inconvenient truths are hidden
Carefully in a black trash bag
Standing out in a room of white
A humming bird once told me
my spirit, lulled of the tortures
Would never be free
Of the scarlet letter branded unto me.
Every man that has seen me
Every man that has loved me
Every man that has touched me
Was he ecstasy for a minute?
Or regret for a lifetime?
My hopes,
my dreams,
The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
my ignorance of pure, simple bliss.
Is something to burn.
I’ve never had the best of the worlds
I’ve never had ever, ever, after
My beauty’s a pest
My body’s a curse
My mind’s haunted by regret
And a thirst for respect
The respect I never thought of
when my head hit a pillow
When my body was a wonderland
The love and respect I demand now.
I cry for fun,
and giggle for pain,
Today I cry
Tomorrow I dream
Tonight, I live.
In my sugar-less world.
It has never felt so good
To mix tears and rain
Blood and Ink
