| Frightened Little Girls Cracking through my fucking head Realization burrows a spot in my Brain and leads the cancer there, Spreading it until there is no sense, Only guilt and shame...if for no reason. These feelings hinder all there is For nothing I say is void of insanity And talking seems a waste. "Twelve years..twelve years...twelve years..." Another waste. Twelve years of forced trust That tried to blind the bad-vibes, The intuition, and the obvious negativity That powered everything I came to know And all the trauma that I knew. But little girls have no say In a marriage that is not theirs... And how would little girls know What to do? Frightened little girls just cry, And mumble, and die in the shadows, Like a wounded animal Feeding on its own flesh. |
| Of Love, As of Today Roller-coaster, washing machine, pacifist suicide, grinding gears, balancing beam, one lense bifocals, puzzle pieces, eraser dust, cyclinic wounds, merry-go-round and round and round, meteor crashes, dry oceans, soaking deserts, past the polished places, hiding in toxic waste, amateur contortionist, putrid self-pity, a load of Jell-O on a Mack truck down a bumpy road, leaky faucet, screeching old printers, and lilac rebellion, plagueing passions, 3-D conversion, timely butterflies, fusing rationale with dynomite, foreign exchange, Trident gum, and lollygagging procrastination shoved onto the dinner plate. |
| Up and Down Should I be leery Of excess happiness? Because when you're up There's just one direction--- Down. So many swings; Each one goes foul. No one reaches to catch it, It rolls and rolls Away. Just when you're disillusioned With the joy The slightest occurance Catches you--- Weak. Is it possible to Control the steep falls? What fun are precautions When, inevitably, you fly and Crash. |
| POETRY by Mychii |
| Closer to Anomie, Closer to Me It reeks of dried suicide in the streets As empty tummies mumble Like cranky toddlers, And this is all that Children know--- Now a cookie-crumbled world. But families renewed Amongst themselves, Like roses from trash That contracted a chorus, Singing sweetly into action; Our greatest endeavor. For the world works without Money these days, When anomie is all you've got To bring us closer to What we didn't know When we thought we were all alone. |
| Anxious in Exhaustion Unkempt truths That slowly fade; A path that life Just won't evade. Starlit nights Cease to exist When pain comes in Like acid mist. Change that's left Jingles in the brain And keeps awake Those who refrain. Spirals, like a spell You're under, Endlessly dissy Me into wonder. |
| Feel Forces Dimming light from echoing eyes; One last shred of visible hope. But in the distant, mellow skies Love and Hate intertwine, elope. Before you knew which one was which You let them have their way, And once you'd found there was a glitch They're here, and here to stay. Thin lines, substantial, but few To see where one starts and the other ends. Still, even though you thought you knew, You're yet to approach more trying bends. But do not sway for mere trivial reasons--- Minior, unimportant, unjust--- To perchance become one of those heathens That no one will risk with their trust. |