Brain Freeze.

She grins to show strength,
but that spirit flew the coop.
She prays like a saint in a cathedral in 1932,
only to hold the solo piece of trust, that God instilled in her
when she was just a due date to the hospital,
 but a heart beat to her parents.
Uncertainty flies in her room like a loose bird in a pet store,
Thats when she proved to her mother,
that she wasn't complete but incomplete.
The brace that holds her back covers her heart as well,
but doesn't pity her.
Ice cream socials are the bonuses for such an inconvenience,
but could sugar really help the medicine go down?
Or just a temporary fix?
Her brain freeze has disabled her walk,
but blood still reaches her heart forewarning second chances
for those who are willing to kick hard enough.
Her frozen limbs lie like blood bags in a hospital ready to be moved.
Not the instability of her condition but the stability is what shakes my foundation.
Though her support is aesthetic there is nothing fake about her.

She knows the pain that lights her path,
but refuses to let it lead her way. She might be short a backbone,
but gained a even bigger one by losing it.

-M

Cloves & Coffee

 No matter who,

No matter what,

No matter when,

No matter why,

You are my sister and I  will follow by.

Our hair will grow, our hearts do fracture, our minds may fade, 

But our souls need each others,

 up until we die.

Luck be a LADY.

If only I was so lucky
to have a man like you,
with eyes that you climb for miles and miles,
And a smile so spiffing with an outline of a mustache too.


If only I was so lucky
to be your lady too,
to lift your soul, the way I should
And hug you till' the night turns dark blue.


If only I was so lucky
to be closer to you,
with time zones between us,
makes our hearts not able to move.


If only we were so lucky
to fancy each others hearts,
then maybe time and luck would agree
And till' death do us part.

-M

M&M

We all write songs about life, we just sing them different.
you sing the words but you don't know the song.
and you expect us all to sing along? how selfish
the lengths that we go to, to put so much distance between us is staggering
you’re burning alive with stress and life
both hands in flames trying to hold the fire inside
drop and roll ...repeat line for emphasis.
I’ll repeat it and repeat it until you believe it
you're gonna be ok! say it to me...
the answer is still silence ... I’ll take it as a maybe
I can't decide if I should knock down your door or on it
say the word and I’ll take an axe to your heart or a pin prick
cut right through the dark, let it spill out the contents
on our knees sorting through the remnants
pour out your hate in my hands, I’ll let em slip through my fingers
and this is for you, and this is for the times that we only listen long enough to know the other person we’re talking to has the same opinions we do.
for when we’re burning inside, for when we’re trying to hide that fact
this is for the scalps that we went after, to be only the best dressed
to scrape another notch on our belts, add another feather to our headress
I want to be the bigger man for you, but I can’t take this truth
I'm trying to kick the habit here, but these track marks are 100 proof
burn me all down to the ground, you said
I’ll kick through your ashes, hope they sober up my head


-listener

The New Happy Pill?

      As I gaze towards the front of class, among the company of 200 pairs of eyes, there I was under a trance. "Hypnosis works for headaches aye? "My friend whispered next to me, I nodded, eyes still fixated on the mind bending exercise. Right when the thought snapped in my head I wanted to silence it, but it was already crackling like a fresh bonfire in mid-september. "Hypnosis is a state of mind," My professor convincingly pronounced, as my gawking eyes pivoted toward his silky red shirt, that was mesmerizing enough minus the prolific talk. All that was in me wanted to shout out "Heartbreak! Could you hypnotize heartbreak?," but the omnipresent voice of insecurity quieted my eagerness right away. If hypnosis can silence the voice of physical pain, why not emotional? Petty, right? Although in my case, I have taken a front seat, one way, soaring straight into this foreign land for a few years now and was ready for a rescue mission. So could hypnosis be the new " Happy pill" of the 20th century? And if it did have the ability to lace your pain with forgetfulness then would time still heal it? Now isn't that a mesmerizing thought.

Splinter.