#fault lit

[mypoeticsoul-ny]

Hide

She found herself beyond this realm Somehow she passed beyond the helm Surpassed the limits that she placed No longer pensive, she did not pace She stood up tall, her shoulders wide There wasn't anything to hide

© 2016MyPoeticSoulNy (-mps)

[mypoeticsoul-ny]

Ugly Face

I hate your stupid ugly face The way my heart for you would race I hate the heat upon my skin As I remember how I sin I hate that you are still my all That every time for you I fall I hate that I still see your eyes As I would moan and utter sighs © 2016-MyPoeticSoulNy (-mps)  

[mypoeticsoul-ny]

Warnings

Is it a chase that I am after Perhaps a little sporting fun Was it not feelings that I needed Those inner warnings hadn't heeded

© 2016-MyPoeticSoulNy (-mps)

[mypoeticsoul-ny]

Face

I close my eyes and I feel you Without a word you know what's true I close my eyes and float away You feel each word I do not say I close my eyes and leave this place This is not home, it's not my face

© 2016-MyPoeticSoulNy (-mps)  

[lyricfountain]

Nameless

I am a constant hummingbird 

On the left side only and only in the silence

A pock-marked liberation with doors closed all the while

I am third world brittle smile

and asbestos frustrations until Constantinople rises once more

.

I am out spoken and spoken for

Don't hold it against me unless you mean to let go at that

precise

moment

.

I am above equators but below sea level and i still

have yet to learn 

Would you teach me

so that oceans should not remain named

Damocles?

.

I am yet to know my name for that language is unmade 

[inklustt]

The next time you come for my heart, I will break down the walls instead of building more. It doesn't mean I am letting you into my horizon. It does not mean you will be any closer than you only ever were. The next time you try to create a monster out of me, I will show you I am already one. That does not make me a tragedy. I am two wounds bleeding into one another. This is how I heal. This is how I kick myself out of needing anyone's approval to validate my existence. I am not what is left of the fire you started. I am what emerged from it.

what emerged from the fire, Jamela Dabuet

[viperslang]

photograph : tothecatcher

words : scherezade siobhan

[lyricfountain]

Geisha

Kimono sashes bursting with salt and foam stories

Chapters written in stars and on oaks

Sultry sashay and knees kiss the timbers

Porcelain flutters as timpani utterances tear down curtains and walls

A doll could never be bought or sold, only observed