MANTRA :: 2011

A force field
Of my own creation
Pitching tents
Raising my flag
Like
A sovereign nation
Sticky mantra
Like excellent
Masturbation
I live
Like a criminal
Given
Emancipation
Whether
You get to touch me
Or we leave
That kiss
To your imagination
Let’s go on
A ride
Just know
I am nobody’s
Destination.


I was
A blow up doll
Flipped over
With my ass
Held high
I was
Wide eyed
And vacant
Staring up
At the sky
I played
For affection
When
The game
Should’ve died.
I will break
Hearts
If it means
I can look myself
In the eyes.

It’s like shedding layers
In winter
And the ice
Brings you
Back to reality;
It’s like the blister
Of the sun
Reminding you pain
Is to be revered
And not seen
As fatality.

This is
Rebirth.