Patty Cake’s Revenge

November 1, 2013 § Leave a comment

Patty Cake
Fuck Pink
Pink fucked Patty
and left her broken
left her all alone
Patty, sweet Patty
a girl of angel food cake
so bright eyed and innocent
now dulled by pain
Pink was her poison
tormenting her as a child
Pink killed the smile
that radiated from within
Pink smiled at her
while whispering to Pink2 and Pink3
plotting their next game
where Patty was the piece
and they made the rules
Pink pricked Patty with her thorns
testing her resolve
but Patty so sweet
smiled and went on
as thistles grew around her heart
Pink tapped her on the shoulder
then left her all alone
with the cream tiled walls
pressed to Patty’s cheek
drinking in her tears
but sweet Patty
smiled and went on
her heart encased by a briar patch
Pink 1, Pink 2 and Pink 3
made Patty’s life hell
jealous of Patty’s white wings
they clipped them slowly away
biting them when Patty slept over
a veiled friendship
soon the wings
were mere bumps on Patty’s shoulders
but sweet Patty
smiled…and went on…
Her heart protected…forever.
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Carry On, Carry On

September 24, 2013 § Leave a comment

Earth Redeemed

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Talking mutes is what we are

Afraid to utter against the pain

The talons gripping our hearts in fear

Pricking to remind us we are here

Tricking us into thinking,

This is feeling

Our blooming, glorious pain

Numbed to life

Only to be pricked again


In some there’s the feeling…

A warm glow growing

Thawing the claw


FEAR

The byproduct of living


In a cruel and beautiful world

So too, the world revolves mute

Fear of change, fear of not changing right

Fear of loving, fear of not being loved right

Unaware, the world’s evolved

To feel the warmth,

Then the glow

Yet, the fate of this world

Remains an untapped potential

So carry on, carry on and let it be


Until we live into a world,


Of renaissance dreams

I Am

August 5, 2013 § Leave a comment

I will not compromise myself

To fit any preconceived notions

I will not bow down

In order to explain myself

I will not lower my eyes

Nor tilt my head

To express that

which I wear upon my sleeve

Instead I shall stand here

Ever so Silently

My Presence Mere Proof

That I am what I am

I am That I am

I am

Featherlady

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