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I am not the skeletons.

Does that scare you?

Some would say time will make me torn

but I do not speak in wants

I speak in now.

I own a life half-lived even if I don’t want it in my house anymore

I tried to sell it

turns out it doesn’t look like what the wanderers wanted.

They spoke of things they will never see,

sea glass and silence to keep in boxes and matches that snap like those bones but

I am not the skeletons.

Even though part of me is still

stuck in the closet

I swallow my skin every day I face it

but sometimes shut it out,

I make me much more savage than the jagged points

of a girl who is less than human.

Just because I didn’t want this

doesn’t mean I shouldn’t step high

because if I didn’t have language

if I was born to be an artist

I would still paint these bodies to life

and they would be covered in what the skeletons want.

I am much more skin than I want to be

and not brave enough to trust

that my bones will catch me if the bridge decides I am done.

Even though part of me is still

stuck in the closet

I am not the skeletons.

I can drink without becoming a waterfall

I do not want to be that kind of messy

but this.

These sharp-witted statues march in a row.

The alleys I split my soul to run in so I can be everywhere at once.

The pens I keep thinking I have run out of until another ends up on my doorstep.

These conquests my heart still holds though I couldn’t save them.

The risks I will take because I am exactly what they want to be.

Maybe I am made of the same.

I am still not the skeletons.

Sleepy heart

Curled around thyself

Boiled in tears

Steeped in long wept tears.

Sleepy heart

Make thyself not a fool

Blinded by fire

Burning but not burnt through

Sleepy heart

Awake

Awake and see

Awake from long slept night

Awake and breathe

Awake and drink the light

stare at the flower realize you are the stamen

open up your pedals and let the rainfall in

strengthen your stem and bloom to the sky as the sun sends silent waves of life to every pore cleansing your cells and rejuvinating your natural beauty

feel as if youre the only in existence.

capture the essence of being alive.

I'm still alive

Breathing

Silently crying at night

I'm still alive

Smiling

Slowly breaking apart

I'm still alive

Fighting 

Dark demons inside

I'm still alive

Not broken

Falling but rising up high.

To live everyday with some profound knowledege

That I will die at thirty,

Waking up and taking in the dawn

gulfing down my happy pills,

Coughing down the morning cigarette carousel

that let's sweet, soggy overcast mist,

Create ripe sensations in my chest

I stand striving; I must sieze this day,

There is only so much time to see the world

tour the sunshine of Australia,

Mardi Gras at the gold gulf coast of New Orleans

ride my prized camel through Petra,

Then to Egypt  by untamed biplane

to see the pyramids and the myriad of artifacts,

Tango with the pretty latinas of Mexico and Brasil

to gaze at the works of the Aztecs,

Along the way I will feel sorrow

so sorry for myself,

I will wish you were with me so I could soke in

your smile over breakfast in Belgium,

But I will die young

happy,

And very well traveled

Once upon a day I lived, but now only memories and air

Question to exist, and left upon a forgotten chair

I fall victim; the very hostage to a fate that isn't fair

Into the graveyard of memories, where beautiful things fade and die

and behind the dying oak tree, somewhere is you and I

Beside us inscribed on the tomb is where our promises lie.

Eternal here, is the flowers born from the days

Where I thought it was forever and wasn't just a phase

Years long gone, but your spirit forever stays

Under the moon lays the possibilities of love

But in a tree, lies a poor and injured dove

Blind to see the world, and the beautiful stars above

Women.

We're people,

just like men.

We're not things,

property,

sex toys,

or trash.

We're not something

you can say you want

one minute and then,

the next minute,

say you're over us.

Women.

We have feelings,

desires,

needs,

wants,

fears,

brains!

The Government seems

to think that we are stupid.

That we can't think for ourselves.

Well the jokes' on them!

We can decide whether or not

we want birth control.

Whether we want to get pregnant or not.

Women.

We're more than

just a "piece of ass".

We're more than

just some fuck and dump!

We are people,

humans,

with feelings!

Although, personally,

abortion is not something

I'm for,

that doesn't mean

I'm gonna tell everyone

that they can't.

It is up to us,

us women,

to decide what we

want, and

how to deal with something

if we don't want it.

Women.

We are strong,

we are smart,

we are not things for

others to use.

We are WOMEN!

We are STRONG!

So TREAT us like Equals!

Because that's what we deserve!

Now listen to what I have to say

For the wicked hide in the shadows of this day

You know nothing of what is of me

You may know the color of my eyes

But not of what they are capable to see

Now here, I've warned this upon you

For not every smile is ever true

Everything is not set in stone

You may say there is an answer

When nothing is completely known

Close your eyes, please understand

That what you may rely on is a blood-thirsty hand

Unknown of what they truly are

Watch think before you turn and talk

Someone so close to you can be so far

So remember before you go on and say

"But why would anyone do this to me anyway?"

Human nature can be full of evil and greed

Unwatched, A monster born within the shadows, full only of self pleasure and need.