Good Girl

Oh dear, oh my what is to
be said or thought of this? This
cannot do, nor could it be. How
could such a thing happen to her?

The beautiful bride waiting at the
alter holding on to a smile only
angles could have. A peace that
she gives never showing a sign of

trouble nor sadness. Here the day
comes where all the disney princess’s
would be put to shame. She makes
her way down the isle with a tear slowing coming down her cheek.

Oh to be Free

Casting away things that were
seen as the way to be. Hair be placed
this way, no can't put those
colors together. All a look that

is meant to be, have to please,
look tells a story of who you are
but more of the daughter they
raised you to be. A name

holds you to an identity other
than your own. A name they've
worked hard to have, they
raised me in their world of

what life should and is to be.
The right hair for the properness
of the days, hair straight and brushed.
But little do they know the harsh

glasses are my own with
bracelets of color or lockets holding
a promise or the clutch purse to
hold onto with all of me inside.

I came here for a little coffee to complete some

work and not with this piles filling, coffee over

flowing I stand waiting for the coolness of your

taste with the sweet after taste. Waiting with the

turns of the machines bringing you to me there

you come. For a moment of a hello, but this

conversation brings on a chance for change

moment to be looked at feeling the welcoming

it brings like a mother to a child whose run away

the love that embraces holds. A process of love

bringing forth the creativity. Small engines turning

heating up the forgotten world this one was that

has been needed to be the best it could be.

A coolness of an iced coffee on a brisk fall day

turning to a happiness of joy and life. Whether it

be the taste or jitters of sugar and caffeine.

Called to know a way that is
    seen as what is right and a role

set to play by birth, placement, universe
      those who make the rules for those who
lay in wait for what is to come but has
yet to come. Or is it to come but not coming

due to choices made, or ignored. Life that
    is right for us but having control takes over

not letting the path be seen, or over looked
     for years and now becomes forgotten in
the ways of life seeing the way through the
control and pleading for way to take one not
                                                                       made to feel alone.

Keep the words needed coming that are
seen as barren passages, needing no
words but all the words lay in the right
place to see. Seen only when looking at
the truth behind the words shown. But knowledge
it needed for these words to be heard
for the cause the sees, knowledge
of what to become in the ended
that only one knows and we're simply a
piece moving on our own guidance
ignoring the ways to go. The struggle
lets it be known of the wrong, but
the words pulled us in to this. The answer
should be shown rather than seek.

Barren streets with the glistening light of street lamps
Showing the way, pulling you out of a world created
For one to see what is to come, to those who
Wait for the one who truly sees them.

See them beyond a life of waiting in the rain.

Kicked back and forth as the keys go from the white to the

black but return to the one kicking off the beat.

Melody caring the ways of the heart through the wind,

unsure of where to turn, how to catch the right heart

playing with them all till seeing one. It is believed

to be able to handle, all this coming towards it

but what it wont know is the ending need a

question they cannot ask.