7 lessons I will teach my children:
1. Always get the milk out BEFORE you pour your cereal
2. When you feel the beat of your peoples drum in your chest, when your heart swells with the song of pride, you let your passion fill the souls of everyone around, let them know your strength, and make no apologies for knowing it too.
3. Love is patient. When your teeth grind together like stones, and your fists clench so tightly you’ve made an angry mold of your metacarpal bones, remember love is patient. Take a deep breath and taste the perfume of the person you love and give them time to remind you why you do.
4. What’s between your thighs has as little meaning as what’s between your eyes, the shell of a body you were born into does not define who you are or will be. Like a snail or hermit crab I encourage you to seek a home you can always carry and be comfortable in.
5. Men are gross, and women are too, people can suck, and so might you.
6. Everyone has felt pain, has felt joy, has felt inescapable sadness, has felt love beyond words. Everyone feels, everyone lives. It IS normal.
7. Febreze doesn’t work magic, just makes it smell like you shit fruit.
Time
(I've been waiting for a challenge like this, because this is my most favorite poem I've ever written. Not the best one, or most moving. But it makes me giggle)
Time was a beautiful woman
She will be as tall as her grandfather’s clock
With dark hair past her hips
and mahogany lips
She may give me quite the shock
Yesterday she will give me a kiss
Or is a while ago, in which she does?
Either way she’s messed with my mind
that beautiful Time
And here is why because!
My seconds are fused with my days
My years are eight inches long
What have I will done?
This is not no fun!
Everything’s right, I mean, wrong!
How could I be entranced by her eyes?
What, when, who, where, and why’s?
Maybe I shouldn’t not paid more attention
Her beauty will catch me, caught me
Affection!
Somebody helped me
Get me in of this mess!
Everything's opposite
My life, I’m living, approximate
Time, I can only not guess!
Alyssa Callaway
A delusional schizophrenic who finds a way to control her disease by playing into the hallucinations. After being abandoned by her East coast blue-blood family, she decides to literally create a new life for herself in the middle of Ohio. She works at a diner but in her mind, she's an exotic dancer. The checkered tiles make the perfect dance floor. She makes friends with Pierce and Colleen, teen family-farmers who, in their boredom, entertain Alyssa's "wild imagination".
You Misconstrue
Roses are red,
You feast on the lies you've been fed.
Violets are blue,
You say they taste of sweet honeydew.
Roses are red,
He's wrapped you in spools of thread.
Violets are blue,
You give into his methods, tried and true.
Roses are red,
"It won't happen again," he said.
Violets are blue,
His actions, they will continue.
Don’t forget.
Tabasco on the tip of your tongue, or a stubborn ring around your tub, something you can't just wash away with water. Grease between your fingers, price tag stuck to a book cover, pieces of me always left behind. Imprinted your mind with memories of my skin against yours. How remarkable.
I’m sorry.
My heart is stretched
as you pulled me right and left
skin torn at the seams
too weak for this, I mean
I never felt this way
I never felt this pain
always the one who loses
What did you ever gain?
Covered in purple bruises
And I wonder how I’m sane?
I don’t know what I did
Why do I still apologize?
I‘m the one that’s in pain
So why do I see hurt in your eyes?
They told me you were no good
Why can’t I see through your disguise?
I’m the one who escaped
so why do I feel left behind?
She hides
In the shadows cast,
by her defined eyebrows,
puckered lips,
angled nose,
she hides.
In the darkness,
in the crevasses of her collarbones
the hallows of her hips
the ruins between her ribs
she hides.
A living skeleton.
Bones wrapped in tissue paper,
that tears as she stretches.
Insecurity breeds ignorance,
so she hides.