Saturday, November 28, 2009

She fell off the boat in port la
surfaced on the shore
without a grin upon her face
music sounded
begin to cry
look to the heaven
to beg the sky why?
On her marriage bed
she almost died
seems her groom
didn't mind
suppose to sail
to the islands and back
how it's raining
there runs her mac
when shes done
shell sue his ass
no matter what they say
shell defend her class
veil washed away
dress in shreds
no more heels
wished she had her meds.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Monday, November 2, 2009

30sec Music Freewrite





She worse a green dress, emerald. Hair smelled of lilacs and loneliness.
She walked through the pebbled streets nicking her toes on the curb.
Town cars flashed their lights as the stench of a storm approaching about to erupt.
She could feel the clouds about to burst with anger, turmoil and infatuation. Mascara dripped like wax burning the ground a hollow empty black.
She approached a streetlight held up against a bridge.
Water below sounded of reds, orange, autumn. The rain welcomed her with spite.
The dress of polka flew through the air, a paper kite kissing the moonlit sky goodnight. Tumbling down into the misty sharp edged water below.
She'd no longer cry.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Untitled.


Backed in the corner
she cannot scream
the name of her love
still goes unseen

no one will save her
not her mother, friend or foe
her life now in danger
death with one last blow

how much more can she take
this torture she consumes
blinding light like an altar
no god in this room

on her knees
she begins to beg
tears and remorse
she cant feel her leg

must be night
cause now she cant see
how long has she been there?
does anyone miss me?

lights go out
air is dead
struck by her own misery
while she lies awake in bed...