MDI

Spiraling skies of color guide

To the mountain's top

Home

Where the ocean surrounds us

Raging against our sturdy rock

Peaceful island

Circle like a heart, knit too tight.

Unbroken from the

Theater we all remember

Never forget the constant regret from

The nights in the parking lot, when

My wheels spun on the thick ice.

Following his footprints in the snow

Bush whacking, up a mountain

Soaking the sun like a wet sponge,

Still free

Us local girls, chemical free

Sun, coloring in the lines of our skin

As good as the

Drive home, wind in hair.

Sun still untouched by man

Smell the Sea, harvested

By the boys who won’t leave

The island,

You leave, with an ache in your heart

Balsam in your nose, a song on your lips, salt on your tongue.

My hands reach,

For the tide's white foam against the granite.

Sunlight beating on your back,

Grappling with the trail, dirt in your nails,on all fours,

Where are we now?

Every muscle aches

For the freshest air, the silence

We’re lucky to know,

Exists.

After Work (poem)

After Work

My lips puff

To destroy the evidence,

That stings my throat and

Burns my lungs.

I lean back on the sofa

Eyes heavy, like I finished crying

Now I’m ready to

Laugh.

The waistband around my jeans

Feels tighter

Everything feels tighter

I feel everything.

My headache is gone.

The pen against the pad is smooth and easy.

He kisses my mouth and

Tears a hole in my lungs.

Now the blue scarf hangs on the rack,

My neck is cold.

I leave room for Mike on the couch,

He is miles away.

Trapped in a cage

Body like liquid.

I stare at the women on T.V,

Mouths moving, heads purring.

My tongue is relaxed

Lucky girl

I don’t have to speak

For days.

Ritch Bitch ( a rap)

Ya Thumbs are stuck to yo phone, so you won’t be alone

Who to wear and who to bone, you moan, but to me it’s unknown.

His cologne

Makes you atone

For the guys you’ve blown

And all the shit you own.

Under the knife for your flab so hop in the cab

Champagne keeps flowing on to yo daddys tab, its fab.

This life you have.

Don’t need your fake I.D, overseas,

It’s a breeze, to get yer degree from the ivy’s,

Livin easy, getting wheezy, shits real cheesy.

Yer teaz-in me, when you get greedy, yer weeds mad seedy.

Yer still on your black- berry, sippin on sherry, drinkin cups of tea

Makin me see, how I’d rather be, with a peach bellini, on my way to Italy

Yah. I’d just rather be free. Believe me. I’d rather be free.

I know it aint you.

I know its not your fault Take it with a grain of salt

Or your Malt,

Liqueur , you prefer shaken not stirred, leave the house with your fur

Every night a new monsieurrrr.

Salt on the rim, keepin trim ,with yer Virginia slims, forget bout the gym,

Still thinkin bout him, lifes like the sims,

Imma go out on a limb:

Mummy’s out to brunch, daddy works for the dow?

Booze, blow and weed whatcha wanna do now? I know its how, you wow, the crowwwd

Keep wastin your trust,

you must, to live on the upper crust,

fill your bust with gold dust,

and find love in the city of lust.

Money out your ears

Bringin me tears, causin me fears

Just wanna buy my friends beers, instead im shoppin at sears

So cheers, for these long years.

Pray to god, pray to buddah

pray to the Lord, cause I can’t ignore

that you're bored to some accord

I know you don’t care,

Cause yer last name is Ford.

Yah its all in your name

Yah Yer all the same, it’s just a game to find fame

To find blame of what you became.

I don’t mean to diss, what I’ve found is this:

Money don’t bring happiness,

It Brings Bliss.

Back Then

Back Then,

When we were invincible.

In a tiny cabin,

When the shit was asleep.

You held me, you felt me, it was perfect.

Secluded and lonely,

It turned personal with that wine.

From gotts.

A seceret that everyone knew.

Back when you still thought I was beautiful,

When I was still funny. When there were still body parts to be explored.

You were new. You were maybe. You were an option.

It was footsie.

It was funny.

It was friendly.

It was that wink you gave me as I walked by.

A secret well kept.

not a secret anymore.

And I’ve started to miss you. And I think you miss me.

I think We miss Us.

Back then.

I'm Not Ready Yet

Another rush out the door,

One last check in the mirror.

It’s ok. It’s fine.

You’re not the spectacle you wish to be,

The streets have become the judge of that

A banana, a water.

He says you look beautiful,

You don’t believe him.

Mascara.

Lip Stick Bronzer Blush.

A new bag by marc jacobs.

Does he really care?

We dress for strangers,

But we avoid them so well.

Happiness for 20 dollars,

A week or so of happiness . Shared amoung friends.

A favor.

This ones for you. The next ones on me.

He tells you you’re beautiful. A different he.

You keep moving.

Bottled water , fruit probably weeks from the vine.

A muffin, some cookies.

2 hours at the gym. Indulging was only fun at the time.

I’m a girl between two others.

He’s Older. With a Plan.

He’s Ready.