Proper Etiquette?Set the table, pour the drinks,be sure the silver doesn't clink!Fold the napkins, make 'em nice-your sloppiness just won't suffice!Make sure to straighten out the platesthen go get dressed, you're running late!Next you'll have to slice the bread,and put some margarine for spread.Wait-what is that awful stench?Oh, you foolish girl, you wench!You burned the course, you burned the meal,potatoes, corn, and all the veal!Now there is nothing left to eatwe have no vegetables, no meat!Look at what you've done, you fool-did you learn nothing at that school?Don't bore me with apologies,you'll never be a prodigy!Domestication's not for you-don't look at me like that, it's true!You burn all of the food you touch,you turn the veggies close to mush,you never turn the oven off-I give you rules, and then you scoff!Go fight a war, or sail the sea-but a housewife? No, you'll never be.
3.When you asked me to strip,we both had a different understandingof what you meant.See, I thoughtyou wanted me to peel awaythe layers of who I wasso you could see whatlay beneath.As you watched,I shed the confidencethat clung to me like a secondskin and showed you the insecuritythat was underneath.I cut away my determination,leaving in its place the self-doubtthat ate away at me everyday.I ripped off the laughterthat covered my soulin an effort to hide theuncertainty of who I was.I shrugged out of my ambition,displaying for you the meeknessthat was carved inside.I stood in front of you then,baring my soul and shiveringin my vulnerability.I wasn't expecting you to love me--no, I never wanted you to do that;Instead, I only wanted you to hold meand then show me who you really were inside.But what did you do?You left.You turned around and walked away withouta second thought--or a glance back.And here is where I still stand,mounted on the asph
Everything You BorrowedOn Sunday afternoon,after exiting the church,you plucked the sun from the skyand hid it in your palmsso that when I held your handsthey would no longer be cold.When Monday night arrivedyou snatched every single starand used my tears to makea necklace.Tuesday's empty dawn shonethrough the cracks of the door--you stole the promise of whatcould never beand draped it around my shoulders.After Wednesday's twilight passed,you grabbed the cloudsand wove a tapestry of liesthat I hung on the wallsof my prison.Thursday crept through uson silent tiptoes,waiting for us to take notice--instead, we merely waitedfor midnight to come.The dusk of Friday wanedwhile you stripped it of its sorrowsand sewed them into my skin.When Saturday cameyou tried to steal the moon;I watched as you stood on your tombstoneand stretched to reach it.You fell, then--fell, broke your neck,and landed six feet under.I couldn't cry afterwards,for you had taken my agonyand washed it out to
I'm Still HereEven after everything, I realize thatI’ll still be the oneWho supports youWhen you can no longer standOn your own.I’ll still be the oneWho puts the piecesBack together when youBreak.I’ll still be the oneTo hug you-hold you-When your walls crumble downInto oblivion.I’ll be here to catch youIf you find yourself falling.I’ll be here to save youIf you can’t carry on.I’ll fight for youIf you can no longer fight for yourself.My only wish is thatYou do the same for me-My only regretIs knowing that you won’t.
12.Did you see that?See what?That!What?Look! There it is again!Where?There!Oh, THAT.Yeah, that.Is it flying?I think so.But-how?That’s what it does.What what does?What that does.So…it flies?Yeah.Where does it fly to?It flies to us.To us?You've felt it before.How?When it turns into a flame.It-what?Yeah, and it goes straight to your heart.My heart?You know that feeling you get in your chest?Heartburn?No, the other thing.Oh! You mean that thing is this thing?Of course.Strange.You’re feeling it right now, aren't you?Yeah. But what’s the name of it?They call it hope.Huh. So hope flies?It always comes back though.Why?Because we wouldn't survive without it.
I Believe In...I don't believe in Angels,I don't believe in God.I don't believe in Demons,I don't believe in the Devil.I believe in the universe,I believe in the conscienceto do what is right.I don't believe in Heaven,I don't believe in Hell.I don't believe in bowing downand baring my soul to a man.I believe in standing straightand knowing what I want.I believe in evil,I believe in betrayal.I believe in love,and I believe in happiness.I believe in souls,but I don't believe in reincarnation.How can someone believe in one set thingwhen there is so much else in this worldto believe in?
TimeI want a tattoo of a clockso maybe I can keepsome of the timeI have lost.The hands will not move,nor will it chime,to reveal the secondspassing me by.
After - AfterWhat happens after Happily Ever After?After the credits roll off the screenAfter the last page is turnedAfter they whisper I love you?What happens when the “happily” is taken out of Ever After?When only two words remain-the two words that scare most people to death-When the applause dies offWhen there’s nothing left to cheer for?What happen when the “ever” is taken out of After?What happensWhen there’s nothing left to askAnd no one left to answer?
Our Forgotten LanguageMy love for you is cursive,a dying art that will ultimatelybe forgotten.No more swirls will be etchedupon this heart--no more ink will stainthese fingertips.Soon it will be indecipherableto all of those who tryto read it.The letters will no longerconnect to one another;instead, they'll fillwith spaces and blanks spots.In the end, the only oneswho will be able to translatethe lost language of our loveare you and I.And even then, we might forgetwhat each characteronce so proudly stood for.
The PainI watch the pain seep out my arm,The tears and memories flow.Despite how it looks,It causes no harm,It relieves my pain,For a second I watch it all go.I am sick of doing this to myself,This is where I always turn.I hear a voice tell me its okay,Everytime I turn to the blade.I now feel so numb,the blood starts to flow,There’s a minute of happiness,but the scars are the only thing left to show.I watch the pain seep out my arm,The tears and memories flow.Despite how it looks,It causes no harm,It relieves my pain,For a second I watch it all go.
Society's StyleThe curls and the lipstick,The fancy shoes and clothes.They hide all the feelings,Anything she doesn’t want to show.She cries in her bedroom,then puts on her fake smile.She covers all her sadness,Behind society’s style.She bottles up what she’s feeling,and just wishes she could be,anything and everythingthe people around her expect her to be.
BreakHe told me not to pick rosesbecause beautiful things are fragileand they are fast to break.He then asked me if I was broken yetI picked a rose with a lot of thornsI left it upside down to dry outWhen it was done I gave it to himand I saidI'm still put together
Work of art.Don't wince at my scars, instead use them to find where I am broken, and put your body against the cracks.Don't let me fall out of myself again, the parts might fit together, but the breaks are never clean.Sometimes I feel like glass in the middle of a war zone, just the sound of goodbye may destroy me.I've picked up the pieces before, cut myself with shards of who I was, carefully pasted them together with who I am, hoping no one would notice.The trouble is the masking tape I used, doesn't seem to mask anymore.The trouble is I leave tiny bits of myself behind me, just so I can be found.The trouble is my heart is made of clay and it might just break with one more fall.Maybe that's the wonder of me, even once i've broken…I can break again.© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Inordinate-she's petrifiedof being fixedbecause being brokenis all she's ever known-
DuskCrowning glory aflame,a golden QueensurveysJeweled ladiesrevel in the comingof night.
Ink-she's not reachingfor the words (dangling by the threads of letters never meant to be hers wasn't something she wanted sewn across her wrists)because she knewjust standing at an impassewas so much better thantrying to fill the voidwith never-sent ink stains-
Links - 311. It starts when you walk away from a running tap your hair sticking to the sides of your face and wondering when your worth will come back12. It's when you hear the kettle boil over (you poured too much water for a simple container to handle) and your hand reaches for a mug that isn't there that you wonder where your mind resides13. It's here in this backwards alley where the slivers of dawn reign down on your head that you understand you'll never be lost14. It's time to remember the sun soaked daffodils in a sombre room ghosts sliding along the walls where you see burnt out lamps with their lights beginning to flicker and understand you are not where
Just words, Just knivesBiting down, like sharpened bladesSpewing words, our voices raiseWe heal and hurt but scars remainSo deaf, so blind, we all spread painLyrics fall out quickly stillAiming, searching for the killWe hit their weakness, and can’t containThe selfish pleasure when pride’s regainedJust words, they say, and injured pride?Just knifes, I say, and scars we hide.
Haiku 19.01If stars are wheat fields,The moon – a scythe; we shared theHarvest festival.
LostThose that I care forare slowly slipping awaybecause I am me.
Her voiceI hear her voiceShe screams my nameShe is angry against meI pray to relieve my painShe punishes my mistakesShe wants my sufferingI pray for my forgivenessShe wanted a true loveThe only thing that I have given is a lie
Duct Tape HeartsFractured linesCriss-crossing the soft tissues of my heartBranching out like veinsConsuming all that once wasOverlapping cutsFaltering heartbeatCracking the bonds that hold it togetherShattering the very foundation to your coreBefore you feel itBendingRippingEverythingAchingKilling you insideThe shattered pieces of your heartHang in the air for a momentCrimson raindropsBefore they are dashed on the concreteAll you can feel isPangs of sorrowArrows of sadnessInjuries thatNothing can healA sadness so deep that you can feel it, smell itTaste the coppery dread in your mouthA sadness so tangible you could mold it like clayIf only you could reach itA sadness so heavyIt drapes over your shouldersSinking you slowly into the groundBlotting out every happy moment of your life with a tissueLeaving nothing to hold back the dam of emotions that had falteredand spilled over your mindwith thoughts that resound over and overagain and againnever endingAlone….B
Hanging SkeletonsDo not talk aboutthe skeletonshanging in your closet--bones bleachedwith wishesand mistakesare nothing to be afraid of.Prop open the doorand talk to them--you'll findthe answers you seekin their silence.
I HaveI have cried a thousand tearsI have lived a thousand yearsI have walked a thousand milesI have faked a thousand smilesI have told a thousand liesI have breathed a thousand sighsI have seen a thousand lightsI have fought a thousand fightsI have hurt a hundred heartsI have played a thousand partsI have smashed a thousand dreamsI have torn a thousand seamsI have locked a thousand cellsI have endured a thousand hells
Already BrokenThings happen behind our backsWe can't seeOr prevent themThe words from othersKeep affecting our judgementSometimesWhen life goes crazyWhen others steal our soulsInvade our mindsAnd fill us up with liesSome try to encourage usThey tell us to listen to our headsBut the voices drive me crazyThey tell us to remember who we areBut my identity is unknownThey say my heart is unbreakableAnd in a wayThey're rightBecause it's already broken...
December Nights.My lips are raw and blueFeeling the painOf when I first kissed you.
Glassi found a mangled bodyand tried to fix it.but i got too closeand ended up cutting myselfon the jagged remains.the bleeding hasn't stopped.
8.I painted the roses redbecause white just looked too innocent.