Rouge Palette

I’m curious to know about the blissful satisfaction you get when you stop picking at your scabs and start playing with my stitches.

Being sewn from the inside is way more delicate than a criss cross quick fix.

Intentions were good but you forgot why we hurt.

Carelessness is full speed ahead with a spirit that twists and turns, with a see through panel and the loved that burned.

But then who ends up angry?

When I started to jump over the moon and swim with the stars, you played out of tune music man. I am not your guitar.

Here is that pressure, the remembrance of memories.

You helped yourself to a savage flavor but I would have given my O negative to throw my heart a crimson life saver.

The skin grafting….the concealer….gallons of cocoa butter….the years healing…..what else did I have to do to keep my anguish hidden?

Disturbing my soul is forbidden.

I will forever be a product of my past.

Restored Purity

It was awkward for a moment but then it rained
Still quite, tension by design
Do I care about you? In a shy way.
“No no no…..it was really good. You had to be there” is what I saw when your palms met in front of me
Surely time had passed since singing was the thing and hair was never ending
I thought for sure high notes like this never existed in tampered adolescence
What I thought was lost came in the form of adorable irritation and random facts
Do you wanna talk about it? Not really but is it worth discussing ? Absolutely
What I have shared and forgotten was restored.
What most search for and get temporarily lives in what has fallen apart.
The design of what occurs will be kept permanently
Don’t drop love, it’s supposed to be heavy

LPHD

So the words roll off yet lash out and the hard work doesn’t go unnoticed.
But what does all of the motion mean if it is never the main focus ?
There is madness behind everything we do and bravery in everything we go through.
Its not just the memories that keeps us reminded .
You've had to grasp the concepts before the verbal became the gospel and the gestures became the evidence.
If you ever chose to listen to my word, I hope it will soon become your solace .
When I used my mother earth branches to give you a hand, it was my life’s plan .
Celebrate the daily with the rarity, hard work with leisure and the disgust with care .
What they don’t recognize, please choose to understand and let it go .
Through life’s power we share all that we have….don’t force it .
My touch, I’ll earn it …..my words, I’ll never spin it .
The pieces I will pick up leave stories on my palms .
The water I drink will open the kisses that are a will to love .
There is a reason for us to communicate while not leaving our credibility trained .
Until my resting lay, I’ll keep my lips painted and hands decorated.

Think Of My Child

The feeling never flowed both ways sadly. The nights were made for you to say things you didn’t portray.
Fragile. You must be lost. Nothing so weak could be exposed as a tainted solid.
We started to create a little bonilla. Our unicorn away from horses.  Our success fueled by flops.
You knew who I was when I gave my unfiltered honesty & passion. But for someone so undiscovered I guess any thrill will do.
A master of his craft does not let road blocks let minor adjustments harm the path of their dream but with my little bonilla, I caved. My dream was you and all you could be.
Every lace I tied for us, you decided to trick me…slip knot.
I explained Layla, you showed me Corey….I gave you James A. and you made me remember Tech N9ne. We were all over a joint life Playlist and you hid for illegal downloads instead of appreciating the album in front of you. Blind industry man.
Don’t fret none, all is not forgotten. I do miss the midnight &  crimson nightmare fairytale we could have been. Our joint goals & future achievements . Yeah, never forgotten yet forever a failure.
It’s crazy how your revival killed me. You are a grand actress Alexis. I’ll keep my little bonilla safe. I will never trust again what is on the outs. I’ll always give to what is coming in. I didn’t know I was a second guitar. Kudos for putting me center stage so I could fall out of love with an artist to become a masterpiece.

When A loses her B

I wasn’t planning on your pain to cross my T and i didn't think that I was the dot that would cross your eye.
The top wasn't where i wanted to be, prosperously equal was what I was reaching for.
Life is full of excepting absence & moving along. The art sometimes I wish I wouldn't have mastered.
You're right in front of my face though….but you've shown no clarity.
The vision has been spoken, sincerity reviewed, conclusion definite…..we are too similar.
I’m the lady who will eventually make the babies who might drive you crazy & you want the same but uncertainty wants you to trade me instead of displaying me.
The road to redemption isn't a easy one but it is sparing to say the least.
When I sliced 2008 open with sharp emotions….you drank from my wound willingly. You saw the blue before the red. You tasted your iron unknowingly. That was it…our common ground.
So I danced around the walls like you didn't place them only to realize that I was the setup.
Just to figure out that you don't need to cross my T to stand by me.
Then the words made it topsy-turvy, flipped shit around….to our sides. That’s what I wanted, the equality.
You aren't to live, you are to love. I had to make it visible. You are the challenger, I am the challenge.
Thanks for becoming my new best friend.

Safe on the Shore

I’m not in the business to save, there are much higher powers for such a career.
How I have encouraged you is dangerous. I made your recovery my mistress
When you are lucky enough to see the shore…..dry land isn't what you are searching for.
We talk in riddles….slay in tongues……but if we listened with our lips & spoke with our ears…..are we wrong?
In lies I’ve trusted…..what is vibrant doesn't appeal to my  darkness any longer
Don't forget to breathe through the now
Passion wasn’t solid when it fell through
What if I told you that in order to fix something, you need to watch it break…..and to heal a broken heart, you need the souls of the fake.
If I happen to drift into the sea, to save my life….you must fear me.

Are You Ok?

My life is before your heart
Censored bliss is not what I beat for
Happiness is not a meme that reads “Goals” or the mat at your doorway
I wish you curved roads because the straight & narrow doesn’t work for the open minded
I’m not worried about you finding my skeletons as much as I am afraid of being buried by them.
When is the last time you truly cared about all of you?
Cleansed your mental. Followed your spirit.
Happiness is not on your keychain nor did it come to your house for temporary fulfilment after drunken nights
Your happiness just slipped out of your bed…..square one, stay stuck.
Until you realize that you might need to look to the shadows to gather yourself instead of hiding in the light…..true liberation won't occur
Self destruction is the easy route….turn that bitterness to sweet, tell yourself it’s alright
Never get livid at the idiotic people though I go berserk at the dullness of my life
Sit & gaze into a dusty window…..the empty face stares back at me and whimpers
Look to your core to be joyous before you starve for the world to make you happy.