2018-Dear Diary,

Time became precious in it’s own way
Another day, I wake up to smell the roses and you’ve faded into bliss
I hence at the day when your whispers sail across my eardrums
Tell me you love me like it’s the last time before you parish into the mist
Drown in my eyesight and rescue my heart
I’d float on the limbs of palm trees until your return
My tears shed under your pool of waterfalls.

 

2018-Dear Diary,

Missing bottle caps and cracked pipes
Smashed lipstick on mirror pieces
Breaking dawn under her twilight moon
Those red bottoms look good in that Egyptian cotton
Seven dwarfs came to visit and left Snow White across the table top
Overused note cards
Broken locks and missing keys, drowned puzzle pieces left unsolved
Scars to be beautiful under the ugliest sin
It felt good to release that demon within my thoughts
Scattered lies, abused truths, and abandoned hearts
Busted eardrums, swollen fist, and crushed grapes
Late nights upon the earliest mornings
Half smoked cigarette ashes burned over toast and dried eggs
Used candle wax and mintless leaves covering temporary wounds
Time clasped in the earliest hour
Weakened incense to protect this beautiful piece of artwork
Not even pine sol could wash away this regret
Welcome to our masterpiece.

 

2018-Dear Diary,

Momma told me to come down for dinner
I was laying on the moon
Give me two seconds momma for I am not ready to rest
“Baby girl, it’s time to come in, I will not ask you furthermore”
For what momma adored was my passion and obedience
Just once, I disobeyed
I sat on the moon while the world stood at my footprints
I cried frustration while revealing the aches of my growing pains
Insanity
My life line took a permanent leave of absence
Momma, I’m not ready to come down, I like it up here
For I no longer suffered the tragedy of my diamond heart
Wore poker faces in scarce of my rigid bruises
Feared attractive lies
I was free of enslavement
I drew paintings of love and bathed in orchids of the sun
I was free of enslavement
For I played with the children of Venus
Ate ice cream with the Martians
I was free of enslavement
Momma, I like it here, no one disappears from bullets
Momma, secrets don’t exist here
I just want to live on the moon
“I promise to let you go back up, but only if you come eat dinner, then I’ll even go with you”
Momma, promises are made to be broken
I’ll come down, momma
I’ll come down
But, only if they don’t shoot.

 

2018-Dear Diary,

Yesterday your footprints were left in the sand of my memories
Bite my lips to awaken my heart
Whisper hopeless thoughts into the tip of my veins
I want to visit the peak of your horizon
Dissolve into the palm of your vibration
Love your imperfection while you dive within my riverside
I’m at my highest tide waiting to foresee you in my third eye
Those sweet nights and early mornings, you’ve awaken in the sunrise
Enlighten by your beauty and amazed by your green eyes
I’m in motion with your ocean tides
Allow me to align the stars in your moonlight
I’ll love all of your wrongs until we love what we made right.

 

2018-Dear Diary,

For what, my lips are silent where the eyes are highly sociable
An early mind trapped in the honey comb weakness
Tell me why the coldest winter brought the warmest rain
Why did Mary still my seed upon her wettest Jane
She nearly licked my tip and rolled me
Sucked my soul and smoked me
I was alive in that moment
My high would fade into the oblivion
I never returned.

 

2018-Dear Diary,

Hi beautiful
The last part of me died of anxiety
For I was less than acceptable in the masses of society
I lie naked in this wicked bath of mistakes
For I hadn’t kissed the sun in years
If only I was able to lay in her womb again
I’ve become crowded amongst population
Searching beyond myself in these paintings you created
I fear the scars of my beauty
I fear the scars of my beauty
I fear the scars of my beauty
You rapped me of my beauty and made fun of my scars
You abused my moon and threatened my stars
You embraced my pain and lathered me in sin
You allowed me to die
To be reborn again.

 

2018-Dear Diary,

I ache from the sensation of fire between my inner thigh
The smoke filters my sight with a new vision
Suffocation
I felt my ears bleed through the bass…I’ve exhausted my nerves
I held on tight to the last breath I thought would be available to me
The taste of death never before sweet, I lost my appetite to live
Words became the last belief, actions were left undone, patience became empty, and communication became unsung
You stuck your world inside of my lies
Overdose
Those marble floors welcomed my abused substances
For I feel my temple losing it’s ability
I lay in completion
Until it’s time to be reborn
In the next 30 minutes.

 

2018-Dear Diary,

Astro-plane my thoughts into your orbit
Surround my earth with your planets
Whisper sweet dreams to my brain, be the truth in my name so that we equal
I want to live with you in space
Allow me to fondle upon your face as we race to the Everest Mountains, I beg for your escape
Silence my cries and bathe in my ashes of thoughts
Let me float in your boat
Dive in your peddles as we create rhythm
I’ll call that living in your orbit.