PAPER DOLL MASSACRE

Daddy wanted me pretty in bows and a party dress,a little girl who looks precious in sleep

Mommy wanted me kind and unopinionated,with a sunshine smile and compliance in my heart

They gave me locks and no keys,paper and no scissors

I went deep inside my mind

Daddy desire and mommy expectation

They in vision perfection,and I was not

I am complicated with a vicious tongue.

My truth is their lies that they told themselves, of which they ate at their hearts,and hats.

Daddy was pleased and mommy was happy

I ripped them until I MADE CONFETTI for my parade

Dancing while my paper dolls screamed in the mist of the imagination of a childs minds

Daddy punished me until he was satisfied:mommy dismissed me for who I am

She went deep inside her own jack in the box,daddy stepped inside the closet and I shut the door

Paper arms and paper legs lay everywhere, on the day of the paper doll massacre.

CAK 10/2007

I HAVE TIME TO KILL

its 7:00 at night i am at school and i feel like i am the olny one that cares about what we are learning I HAD an intersting debate with someone and that felt really good .My friends say I SHOULD start to date ,but I AM LOOKING FOR THAT someone that can get inside my mind and get me that way .to read what I Have written and know me. I do not want the game I DO NOT want the bullshit. I just needed too vent and know who ever reads this does not know who I am .more poems will be poested on wes.4/29/2009 I WILL post a darker poem one in which my dad inspireed. well everyone have a goodnight

INTO THE PHONIX RISE

Fade into its eyes the possibility of second sight

Wings eclipse the night moon, taking on the winds of devastion

Standing on the prediapise of the abyss of our souls we stand in doubt, we stand in shame there is something here that stands in one

Self conscience of true meaning there is something that our minds are telling us---a storm is coming on the horizon a strange taste of the unknown.

In this truth we watch and wait like death on the night

The phoenix opens its eyes to see the forshadowing of events.

The gold, blue tints of its scrutiny is everlasting----forever

We are childern to it, the fevor that burns so brightly consumes it turning it to ash,and from the ashes it is reborn, becoming somewhat different and yet the same

arise phoenix, the stranger is in town and like the wind of destruction it knows our name.

CAK 1/2008

This was written for my mom 5 months before she died

I have been thinking a lot about her lately

I took care of her for 20 years , she was bi=polar, she died of cancer which was very quick

someone on tuesday asked me a question how does your family or what does your family think about you. I really did not have a reply. but my mom thought i was a good daughter.but she did always think i was up to something and i think he was right about what i project out is was i want people to see he read me very well most people can't . I kind of liked it

so to my mom I MISS YOU

1/20/1949---5/31/2008

INTO THE RANDOM

INTO THE RANDOM

The cresent moon hung high before the dawn

Madam butterfly was playing in the distant

A neon cross was becking the sinners to come in ,and save yourself

The cold wind started to travel to its destination,and all I could do was think of you.

You touch my hand briefly,and took it away as quickly ,as to say it is not yours of the taken.

The meaning between us is complex,and not of any of our understanding

I was drawn to you,and still I DO NOT KNOW WHY

You see a persona of me,not the real me just an aspect of the truth

and I understand that this one sided fantasy with you is all on me

Time will play moonlight sonnata,and I will trespass on another unwatching soul

I go to those who draw me in.

like a lighthouse too a far off boat

it is all random.

CAK 3/24/2009 ins by m.b