May 2011
28 posts
Broken fingers.
Shallow shadows.
Matter facts.
Glitter hallows.
Crooked backs.
Beaten kids.
Lovely song.
Ugly bids.
Never strong.
Taller feet.
Growing arms.
Bloody sheet.
Burning farm.
Teacher break my bones.
Teacher leave me moans
Teacher speak to the sheets.
Teacher wither your beats.
Child say your words.
Child kill those birds.
Child smile and think.
Child pretend and blink.
Lie with me.
Die in the sand.
Suffocate the tide.
And wither my command.
We must grind in out fears.
Or they’ll leave in sexual transaction.
Maybe you’ll smile a bit,
But that’s all a ignorant action.
Every time I die,
Just pass it down.
Each time my face is blank,
Just paint it white.
Nothing to despite.
Let me go,
Let me shine,
Let me darken.
And let me die.
The weather is blue,
And my bruises are black.
Each time we play…
You never come back.
Bring me down,
Get me high.
Willing to moan and groan,
But never enough to cry.
Be a silent treatment,
Enough for me to speak.
Maybe things will shed,
Or just break.
