mis·cel·la·ne·ous
adjective
(of items or people gathered or considered together) of various types
The ineffable feminine.
poetry
Just Another Love Poem
A glance through my peripherals-
Discovering your gaze preoccupied
My heart frantically shivers—
With anticipation of vast possibility
I slow my fluttering breath to match yours
My eyes dance around the room,
Trying to find something to distract me
From thinking of you.
My breath cracks in this deafening silence
I can’t escape it any longer.
The way I feel about you—
Sparking this inevitable affair;
A tear spilt down my cheek
I wish I hadn’t let it.
A storm surges from my eyes
And my hands begin to shudder.
I avert my gaze in a pitiful attempt
To mask my panic—
But almost as if you can smell it,
You growl in disgust.
My body recoils in dismay
It was a threat, or a warning at best.
“Insane, Worthless, Incompetent”
Curses echo from your hollow heart—
Just to shatter mine.
You fetter me with insecurity—
Label me an unlovable creature
Maybe you’re right.
I must be a fool.
For only a fool could love a beast—
A beast as cruel as you.
A Girl Made Of Tape And Glue
I hit the ground,
So the cracks begin to spread,
Until I break.
So I pick up the pieces,
They don’t all fit,
But I find the glue
And I fill them anyways.
The glue dries,
but I slip
And I break,
Once again.
This time,
I use tape.
Because this time,
It will hold.
Right?
Yet,
I fall
And I shatter,
Once again.
The glue
floods my lungs
The tape
Seals my mouth
I can’t breathe.
So,
I peel the tape
And I scrape the glue
And I am in pieces
Once again.
The Grass Is Always Greener
I won’t deny the jealousy I feel—
Her eyes as green as the grass you long for.
Her monstrous gaze piercing with envy.
I know she haunts you, just as she haunts me—
You call me ‘lucky girl’, and I feel sick.
Your words crawl like spiders under my skin.
How could I dare speak of my desire—
If I have exactly what you covet.
Nevertheless, I still want for more.
Deem me greedy- an insatiable taste.
That is who I am according to you.
Yet, you know almost nothing about me.
You see my full green surface- nothing else.
Not the rotting roots that curl below it—
Even as its poison pollutes my veins.
My pain is something you chose to ignore,
So I could be the villain of your story.
Just a glutton—always hungry for more.
But you won’t be the villain in my story.
Because I know the grass is always greener—
Even for a green eyed monster like me.
A Merciful Distraction
It should hurt.
It does hurt.
So I do wince -I do curl my lips
but do not mistake me;
Discipline I beg for,
To subdue the perpetual misery
Of my ineffectual body
A compulsion I’ve fallen to once again
Flirting with the taste of pain
A much more beautiful despair
Panting it with soft perils
Your inscriptions on my skin
An art, ineffably divine
