clothing as protection/chameleon

it was the night
im surrounded,
i came and left with
good company.
alone in the bathroom.
this persons hands around my neck,
trying
"girl whoever has been fucking you must be using a toothpick, you fucking pussy is tight"


if i say
any thing
they'll just laugh.
they all will just laugh

cause studs don't get sexually harassed, doll.

looking past and deeper

when i walk into a room, i seek out color. if i happen to walk into a "white" establishment, only then do i begin to feel alone and claustrophobic. but if i walk into a room where i see people of all different races mixed into a predominately white crowd, i take joy in every colored face i see and for every colored eye i meet. to be separatist out of hate is wrong, but to be separatist out of NEED TO FORM COMMUNITY then yes, go on my friend and look for and embrace those people that look like you. i can not say that i hate white people, but i will say that ignorance is the heaviest of fogs, the kind that makes is hard to breathe, see and hear. a fog that makes your friend walking alongside you disappear. its your choice whether or not the sun will be allowed to break through. you create your heaven and hell and i CHOOSE to have the sun in my world. i CHOOSE to see people as people. and i am not going to let you tell me that my "race" is going to stop me. from having a memorable and hopefully intelligent conversation at least once throughout my day or night. and when i run into someone that is lost in their fog, hopefully my words will have some meaning.

-L

waking up.

I was seeing 3: through, over and around.
I  can't remember before the life of Me, that world has always been a blur.

The first time I put them on I realized I had been missing out on so much. People had eye colors, not black holes. I began to recognize people by their faces, whereas before shadows, smells and voice dictated. People were no longer colors, but animated screens with wrinkles around eyes that lit up when smiling.

i stopped listening and stared
across the room
there's a perimeter of fuzz
surrounding this view that someone gave to me.
I wouldn't have known there was anything wrong, if someone hadn't told me there was a way.

She

back
backs away
from me.

"you are the kerosene, and i'm a burning match. We'll light up"

so...let us cast shadows on walls.

silence

"my answers have been haste.
and my memory, a bit hazy.
there has been too much done to excuse.
but I am sorry".

waking up. this mess. needs to be cleaned up.
(wash the walls, and paint your face.
washthewallsandpaintyourface.)

running away is not about the chase because NoOne is following you

how long are you going to just lie there
before you crawl?
and how many times will it take to realize
You has to catch you when you fall?

 lift your eyes

IT:

the moment that one knows. the feeling in one's stomach.  (I know that You know.)




Truth: I am a fool. What am I really pining for?

• A hand that longs to be held as much as mine? No. To be found out.

to be

apart. 
to be 
a part 
of. 
avoid. 
to be. 
a void. 
a space.
between. 
u&s. 
us.