small pieces by me

some of mi own pieces of poetry😛 , will be adding to this overtime !

my face never showed as much expression as i wanted it to,

lips sewn shut with silk, body blue and still like ice.

there was always bounds on what i wanted to say out loud.

for two years,

the weight of moons and planets pressed against my tounge.

the universe that had crumbled behind my sunken blue and purple slinky eyes

forbade me from saying anything out loud.

when the notes flew from my teeth,

my thoughts became real —

the things that had happened to me became inescapable,

with not a dark hidden peninsula for retreat.

as the digits of years spun forward, my lips moved more.

smile lines traced themselves deep from laughter.

a light rekindled in my eyes.

yet still, crispy green thorns continued to tie themselves around my throat.

my features eventually resembling the deepest darkest ocean 

in which refused to pour.

but when ink hit paper, it all ran loose.

the weight of my mind spilled like constellations of bright burning stars to fresh white sheets.

it was freedom to find such a skill,

yet still, my silence somehow remains the most noteworthy variable of my paradox.

despite gnawing through glass reflective chains of silence,

i couldn’t unhear their words echo and bounce through the chamber within —

quiet, polite, reserved, —- a girl of great strength.

ordinary.

i was told what i was, and so i remained.

the one chain you can’t break free from is the ideation of perception.

i too have dreams that hold power.

i too have thoughts and perceptions

but no ears willing to listen to my art — my screams and roars.

society and i bound me to my cage.

is there release from such barriers, with slicing silver edges of broken fence,

demanding my obedience?

my palms raw and dismembered, i refuse to stop fighting.

even if it’s quiet —

even if it’s ordinary.