She Tried.
She drank.
She cried
She loved.
She tried.
She drank her pain away. So she wouldn't feel like she wasn't a good mother.
She cried all night because she was out and not with her daughter.
She loved the girl but just couldn't show it.
She tried to raise her right but that wasn't enough.
She drinks.
She cries.
She loves.She tries.
She drinks nothing because she knows what it will do to her life. She saw once what it did to her mother's eyes.
She cries, she can't forgive the woman who left her at night.
She loves everyone around like she wishes they had done, but she knows what it will do if she can't show it.
She tries every day to be better than the woman who raised her because her try will be enough.
She may have lost her innocence along the way but this journey taught her to cry, love and try.
Sweet Orange Sky
Pressing my truths,
impressing your pages,
the cruel truth hides
in my marrow
pillowed in crimson.
My distorted words
trick the multitudes
as lies become truths
and truths become lies
falling heavily upon
shifting haze of clouds,
eclipsing my vision.
I deny the truth
but can’t avoid it
a sweet spray of verity
across alabaster limbs.
I hesitate at gate
of festering lies
but can’t pass
to the other side.
Truth soars
above Xeroxed deceit -
pure essence
of infallibility
without subterfuge.
Truth clothes nakedness
with integrity,
opening a slice
of sweet orange sky
for all to glimpse.
Discarding the peel,
savoring juice
of my soul,
I rip off
disguise of lies
for truth never dies.
My Soul Paramour
Years, gone from this world
yet, my heart still mourns
for my soul paramour
he showed me myself
the one I keep hidden
he was there to help
heard more than listened
my soul was weeping
with the things I never said
unshed tears in keeping
the way he was in my head
no romantic liaisons between us
but the strings were finely woven
like two galaxies dancing in cosmos
my inspiration, my Messier 81
I write to him often
but the wound never heals
a part of my soul is with him
and that part keeps him real
-M.E.
201610181431
Let us go
Many years ago, our fathers fought for a belief. The belief we longed enjoyed, before your arrival. You arrived on our planet with your stomach of violence and fist of slavery. You rob us of our priceless possession. The possession that gave us a great name amongst many other countries.
The very possession that empowers the flame of the Statue of Liberty. And also, kindles that same flame to shine through the cricks and cracks of darkness of these world. Exposing the ruthlessness and wickedness that man proclaims upon one another.
These same precious possession is the beacon of hope, when the world around us, falls apart.
These same possession milks the fire in our lungs. It sets the volatile gases of destruction that our fathers carried upon their shoulders to the thirteen British colonies, which erupted as a molten lava, and reduced to ashes, the opposition before them, into millions of nuclear warheads ready to be launched.
The possession, I speak about, is no other, than,"FREEDOM".
Our freedom to be independent.
Our freedom to live, not by cultural believes, but as free thinkers, and to do what we please.
Our freedom to rise to the top, by any means necessary.
That is what you take from us
We can sign you up for that freedom. All you need to do, is become a citizen, pledging to abide by the rules and regulations of the land. These will incubate and nullify every uprising that will spring up, in coming times. If you choose not to comply.
Let us go
United, we stand
Divided, we fall
Thank you.
Kites
Out of the one hundred billion stars in the universe, I chose you.
I don't understand why you make me feel the way I do when I think of you. My heart is on the verge of explosion because of the might of the emotions it is holding. When I am not with you I am constantly thinking about you. And when I am with you, I do not want to leave. When I see you, all I want to do is run into your arms and bury my face in your chest. To listen to your heart beating to the rythm of love. I want to hug you tight and never leave your side. I want to chase my dreams with you. I want to sit by your side and look at the fireworks all night long.
Love is a strong word. It is something I do not understand. I do not know if it has come my way yet. They say that you'll know when love hits you. But how do I affirm its presence?
I do not want our touch to be christened. There is no past or future.
Only the present is what matters. I want us to be two kites flying together in the sky, wild and free.
I promised to write love letters to Sleep if he would visit me. He didn't seem interested so it's a one pot of coffee in 30 minutes kind of day. There isn't much in me aside from that and a few crazy pills. I'm sure I ate yesterday, but now the sun is setting and I'm empty. I stumble on the stairs and tumble into my room, landing on my swivel chair. Unable to focus my eyes I close them and sing long forgotten tunes. My phone rings and I answer. My crush talks loudly about...something. I can't tell. I sigh and my phone falls from my hand as my mind fades into unconsciousness.