Inspiration in the strangest places

Lace Up My Corset

Lace up my corset
With the image of who you think I am
Tie it with a bow of who you
Want me to be
Tie it tight as you can
Because it only makes me
Feel my heart beat stronger
& Faster
Fast as you can lace me up
And tie me up
This drum that beats in my chest
Will never give up
Your corset
Only makes me appreciate breath
But it will never make me bow
To you
It will never make me be like you
The moon cannot bow to the sky
No matter how tight
it holds her
A love note
Can only unfold the stories untold
And cannot bend
no matter how you
You try to fold her
They can only quote & denote
The feelings they carry
Upon their backs like messenger birds
Their Songs unheard
but stay perched
On the lurch of our tongues
Till we find the courage to speak them
You can lace up my corset
But you cannot confine my mind
Or imprison my thoughts
I am the master of this ship
And I will let my mind set sail
With the wind in its sails and
Time on my side
Free on the ocean of one last hope
I set my course
Of course
You can lace up my corset
With your ideals of what I should be
Could be
Will be
Satin ribbons of countless comforts
For you
To wrap around me
I’m astounded really
That you think I will
Conform
To the so called norm
That you’ve laid out for me
I will fight till I exhale
my last breath in me
Because ones like me
don’t give up
That easily
So lace up my corset
Go on, go ahead
Because the day I stop fighting
Will be the day I am dead

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After a talk with some brilliant minds yesterday about conforming & identity interpretation. I wrote this as a result of that discussion.
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Rain Drops Are Magical

I believe in miracles
I believe in karma
And I believe that
Raindrops are magical

If I could come back after I died
I’d want to be a raindrop
Or a snowflake
Or that feeling
That you get
from hugging an old friend

Or that first ‘I love you’
when you know your world
Is about to end
but

I have never said
I love you and meant it
More than the day
I said it to my sister
On the day
she took her first breath

If I could come back

I’d want to be breath
So every time
you breathe a sigh of relief
there I am
Sweeping through your chest

I want to be forgiveness
To remind you that hate
Is only an emotion we use
To cover up
our deeper emotional wounds
When
all we really
want to say
Is hey!
You hurt me
But that’s okay
I forgive you

I want to be hate
Because hell hath no fury
Like the wrath of a woman
And just like any woman if you
Mess with me
There will be hell to pay
But I want you to know that’s okay

I want to be your hate
So you know
its okay to for you
To be mad as long as you
don’t try to hurt people
The way they hurt you

I want to be running
I love to run in the sun
Because it makes me feel free
Like I had wings
And no matter how fast or slow
High or low I would go
Nothing could stop me
because I had wings

If I could come back

I want to be a raindrop
Because rain can wash away
All the pain we can’t explain
On the days
When we need it most

I want to be a snowflake
Delicate, intricate

I want to be sunshine
I want to be air
I want to act like I don’t even care
But I do care
So much
& I don’t know why

I want to be the moon in your sky
But only during the daytime
So you know
your light is the only
reason I have to shine

I know you think
These things are
impossible things

But what’s wrong with a little belief
I want to be belief
Blind like faith
Strong like principles
Because I believe in miracles
And no matter what the outside
World says
I’ll always believe that
raindrops are magical

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Inspired & dedicated to the incredible Yomna. My teacher/mentor/friend(without whom I wouldn’t be who I am today), may she always believe in the magic of rain drops

Shattered

If I should fall
would you catch me
Reach out your arms
and catch me

Like you’d catch a falling star
Put me in your pocket
and save ME
for a rainy day

Would you let me
slip through your hands
like grains of sand
And shake all
that’s left away

If I should fall
from grace
would you want to see
how hard
I hit the ground
wait to see if
I get back up
& when I don’t
find someone to
to replace me

If I should fall
Off the pedestal
You placed me on
High above all
The others you saved me from

Would you dive down
Catch me before
I landed on my crown
In hopes that I don’t drown
Beneath my own broken
Soul

Would you help me up
Lift me up
Carry me back up
Hold out a hand
Fully Understand
The consequences of
Reaching down to pull me out
From my darkest parts

Even though
you know completely
There’s a the possibility
Of me
& my darkest parts
I keep hidden in my heart
Being shattered from the fall
A million broken pieces

A million reasons
Not to reach out
to my shattered shards
Broken parts
Splattered heart
Battered spirit
Fallen halo
Clipped wings
And all the pain it brings

Careful that the shards
And broken parts
Of my existence
Careful that my sharp edges
Of my blasted being
Don’t cut your hands
So deep you regret
Taking a stand and regret
Trying to save me

Would you save me
Pick up my halo
Piece me back together
Reach out
Save the parts of me
worth saving
The parts of me
worth forgiving
Giving
a chance to the parts of me
worth loving

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Sometimes all you need is some reassurance that your ‘someone’ will pick up the pieces of you when you can’t
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Capital “C”

When I write
I’m riding waves
I’m crossing boarders
No more lost feelings
In lost dialects
I communicate with my intellect
Through inspiration
Imagination
And a whole lot of soul
Take my soul make it whole
And wholeheartedly
Rewrite the world
Only
As I see it fit to be
And maybe one day
I’ll find a man who loves me
Or maybe he’ll find me
Because I’m complicated
Complex
With a capital “C”
But never compliant
A man that knows its the complexity
Of my words
That keeps me content
with a capital “C”
A man who will make me
completely
Complete with a capital “C”