Silent A
They call me Silent A—
Who am I? They ask and don't ask
Slithering into a discussion about
School, politics, what happened on the news—
While everyone gazes for a reaction,
Do they look concerned? What are they thinking? Do they know?
But you can't seem to get out of the dazed,
Confused state I put you in.
I come when you least expect it—
In the middle of a bar,
The music pumping, juices flowing
Through your body.
The heart starts pounding,
Panic sets in like a
Storm crossing the horizon.
You look around, making sure no one notices.
In the middle of the night—
3am as silence fills the air,
Coming off of sleep meds and
Mixture of Vodka Tonics and Merlot,
Anything to keep the mind
At an altered state of nowhere and beyond.
But I’m screaming at you,
The toxicity won’t keep me away.
I'm the one who kills—
Friendships, relationships, your purified mind
Keeping you away from what you love,
What you don't love.
Standing in that darkened corner,
Waiting for that next high off of me.
They call me Silent A—
You can't see me, they can't see me, but I see you.
Baby Doll
From the time we are born,
We are treated like baby dolls.
Light to hold,
Soft to touch,
Scared that any scrape
Would result in a foreign scar
Manipulating our bodies
Making them untouchable
undesirable to look at
and be admired by the male’s prying eyes.
Baby doll you are nice to look at,
Is that soft skin of yours untouched?
We are taught not to speak our minds,
The words that come out of our mouths
Needs to be lady like
Soft like our skin
Easy to listen to.
Using foul language
Makes us unstable,
Unusable,
A whore.
Go back to the kitchen,
Make a sandwich
Your words mean nothing.
Nothing--
Like how we are something to look at,
Treated like animals,
Cat calling,
Wild animalistic voices
Spill out like vomit.
Touched when wanted,
Then thrown away like trash.
Our fragile baby doll like bodies
Needs guidance from the ego they say,
Our soft minds can’t handle the pressure.
From the time we are born,
We should know a woman’s body.
A temple for her taking, liking
Her desire to be nourished
For a strong building
That can’t be knocked down
By words, force, actions of the ego.
Not a baby doll with soft skin,
But a warrior with thick desire to achieve
Her own needs.
Speak the words that will demolish a nation,
Powered by the need and unintended consequence.
Soft skin thickened with leather,
By the voice of the ego.
From the time we are born,
We are phenomenal women.
With a voice that starts flames,
Glowing fire in our eyes,
With the flash of our teeth,
Swing of our waist.
We aren’t a baby doll,
Soft to touch,
Light to hold.
But a woman,
Phenomenally.
Chanson D’Automne
Leaf-strewing gales
Utter low wails
Like violins,--
Till on my soul
Their creeping dole
Stealthily wins....
Days long gone by!
In such hour, I,
Choking and pale,
Call you to mind,--
Then like the wind
Weep I and wail.
And, as by wind
Harsh and unkind,
Driven by grief,
Go I, here, there,
Recking not where,
Like the dead leaf.
Not The Wind
Your body filled with a dreadful chill, Stared at your desk, and the white old quill. Windy night, the quill moved slight, You turned the switch, seeking light.
No light came, the bulb was dead, You thought of going back to bed. Suddenly noticed, quill moved slight, You approached, with all your might.
Not the wind, window was closed, Heart raced, a message exposed. You read in horror, ink was red, "Not the wind, go back to bed!"
Adorn
The bright arrogate colors
Surround me in mass
Closing my eyes is futile
Their obnoxious laughs
Mock me?
It's the red one
That taunts me relentlessly
With a disturbing madness
Which barks after me?
The others whimsically dance
A sadistic destruction
They paint war upon them
A trademark
That no two carry
People fawn over them
Placing them everywhere
No matter my hiding
I'll never be free
Witches’ Prayer
We sing to thee ole hollow one,
Under the swollen midnight sun.
Around the Caldron we shall roam,
Full of beauty, neon, and brome.
As we hum your loving prayer
Hear our echo through the air.
Send forth the spirit to learn your ways,
So we can have truth through out our days.
We ask thee oh guardian for advice,
So we sing this line Thrice! Thrice!
Unlearned we are in aught,
Be our messenger and plans be taught.
We say thank you and listen for all to hear,
Ending this prayer with love and quaere.
Let Us Pray
Let us go to the temple.
Hold our crosses,
Kiss our hands,
The price of our sins
Paid for in blood.
I shall be a vagabond on earth,
and everyone that findeth me shall slay me.
Blood of the vengeance,
The sweat and the spunk
I can smell it.
The things we've done
The bills we have to pay
Why go to hell!
When the Devils are here to play.