Reality

Awaken and realise it was nothing but a dream

Condemnation

Condemnation is the fate
of women who think.

God please forbid a woman
for having opinions on subjects
her little child mind could not possibly
comprehend, understand, fathom

God please, get this bitch out
who does she think she is,
a man? only men assert themselves
women should be passive

God please, her innocence is soiled
with impure thoughts and unnatural tendencies
let men protect and provide for her
if she falls out of line give men the strength
to put her back where she belongs

Condemnation for women who think
Condemnation for women who are leaders
Condemnation for women who "sin"
Condemnation for women.

Agitated

I find myself speaking

The words hissing spitting

My teeth clackity clacking

My anger rising, burning, cooking my innards

As i spit irrationalities and swords

Duck! You who encounter me!

Flee! You good-intentioned mothers and sisters!

Run! For i cannot be brought down!

All is doomed and lost for the kind-hearted, around me

Wooden mouths

False words fall out of wooden mouths

Mouths hungry As they breath soot, singing with flame

their want overpowers
The strings shift, pulling the limbs up and around
dastardly deeds done by devils

Steel coat

Words say nothing that cannot be said with howls and wails

Screams that pierce the flesh and hammer in nails

Worn like coats just as kings wear their crowns
Just as cruel carefree kings stroll their grounds

Glitter cruelly above them mocking them

See all that u cannot possess, small thing?!

See all of your dreams unobtainable?

We make it so.

Grief coats they wear filled with despair

Steel coats forged by many hands, their hands shake

Casting eyes about they despair, they bleed

Offering up their hope to be eaten

Decimated, they trudge through ruts bowed head

Quiet Death following closely their quiet steps

Hematic, murderous days of hopelessness

The jewels whisper, we make it so.

why cry?

speak to me of despair
and i will not disappoint
though i have the world at my hands
something is missing

a part of me is sleeping or dead
my tongue in cheek
my lies that don't need to be told
i wish oh i wish i was alive

Everything going
nothing leaving
tears spring to my eyes
oh why oh why do i cry?

Living

What makes men live?
is it the sound that the wind makes through the tress
the sound of the waves kissing the shoreline
the sound of feet hitting pavement
the feel of the breeze through their hair
the sight of the sun waking up

First ask
What drives men?
Love
Purpose
Passion

How do you feel alive?
connections with other people
taking risks
having fun