I’m sick and tired of pain, Girl, the kind your smile would fade. Then you saw me, fall down, And I saw you, drown. I never said you deserved me. I never said you should have heard me. And I tried. You said it was forever, But now we’re never together, ‘Cause you lied. I […]
100 Days of Art – Day 3: The Sound of My Heart
Originally posted on Raw, Naked Art:
http://youtu.be/xjhZhI2Zthg click “play” then read. (For Mariamor) if i’d listened to my heart … in the days when artistry crept, a humid dawn over my wooded life that startled me awake and i remember it was like falling from a dream after a mosquito-infested night. i rose, heard the…
The Black Lioness of Granada
I cannot speak to you, because I am mute. I cannot touch you for I do not have hands to caress you with. My skin is beauty incarnate, Though it is cold from years of forgetting, And dirty from the dust of an unfamiliar land. You do not see how I am in my soul; […]
Diary of a Person Being Human 