For You I Write

Inspired by Jane Austin


To fully think for oneself should be a blessing,
Not a curse or a hindrance
To fully accept the truth that a brain is far better than beauty always.
However, this concept cannot seem to grip the masses of society.
We are constantly choked by our own hands at the expectations
That are centuries old.
What woman truly aspires to be a subservient wife to a man who may love her,
but rarely appreciates her worth.
What woman truly aspires to cast away every dream she danced to as a child, to bare children that will be persuaded to follow the same suit as she.
Though these things are wondrous gifts of life - love, marriage, children, motherhood - but how many sit in bed dreaming of this future at the ripe age of 6 or 10.
Most women dream of lives filled with passion, love, acceptance, beauty, and above all intelligence.
To be considered and appreciated, not by the stigmas of society to what is beautiful and what is not.
But to be acknowledged by her wit, charm, tongue, and thought.
Why can this concept not prevail?
What is so threatening of a woman with free thought and free spirit to enjoy the life the Divine has blessed her with?
To every woman who dares think for yourself and stand up for what she believes in and to never settle for anything less than deserving...
I write for you.

An Acquired Taste

Written in the 8th or 9th grade (98-00)...somewhere in between there. Been published once...

I am like an empty bottle of alcohol
drained clear by your need for feminine knowledge.
I will intoxicate you upon ingestion
of my thoughts.
I am a destructive grey tornado
as I soar down dirt clod alleyways
exhilarated of my own strength
against the weak.
If you upset me, my wrath will be
something you'll not want to contend with.
I am a fiery butterfly, ignited with
the passion of a spiritual metamorphosis.
I am obsessed with the thought
of the progression of my soul.
I am an undetected ghost as I drift
around haunting your feeble thoughts.
I am what you will be thinking about
even after you've forgotten.

My Mindless Clutter

Written a while back when I was in a situation in which I could not be with my sweetie...


Ever felt like
Nothing was right
Yet nothing was wrong either?

Ever been so confused
Everything makes perfect sense?

Enter stage right
Into my mindless clutter...

Where everything is backwards
And upside down

Where your heart quivers in fear
And your soul wants to find another body

Ever taken a deep breath
That just wasn't deep enough?

That's what it's like to
Try and escape...going nowhere.

There is no bass beat
To any song to drown yourself in

No escape....

This is my mindless clutter.

Between Me and You

More about the wonderful man who has my heart and soul tucked away and protected... :)


Skin of cream
Hair of jet
Eyes of dreams
I wish to see myself in

Think of you
Think of me
Is this what you want
Is this what you need

I'll do my part
If you do yours

Just please embrace me in your arms.
They are strong to keep me safe
And gentle to give me pleasure.

My dreams will go wild
Until I know the truth
Of what is to lie
Between me and you.

Insane Ramblings

Something I wrote a while back about the man of my life..


Living or
Knowing
When am I awake
And when am I dreaming?
The two fade and become
When I'm around you.

Thoughts intertwined like legs
Emotions as curious as hands
Words as pleading as lips

You make my brain short circuit
And my body overheat

I can't stop the thoughts
Nor do I want to

This insanity will be the death of me
As long as this insanity carries your name.
I will be safe in the darkness it will bring
And let it embrace me
like your arms ache to do so.

Wrap me up and tuck me away
Hide me for your rainy days.
Let me be the sun
that never sets just for you.
Never leaving you in the darkness
which is wrapping tightly around me.

I won't beg
You don't like it
But all I ask is
Just save me from myself.