Yesterday's Emerald Eyes.

Yesterday is no longer my concern.
Your fingertips no longer hold any importance
Your emerald eyes can't keep me hostage
And I have left your scent somewhere in last week.
Our summer has faded with winter's cold lips
Kissing away our warm memories and replacing them
With frozen regrets.
But it's so hard to forget what your heart loves to remember.
So now i'm trying to play catch up to a world that you
So painfully blinded me from
Trying to touch the laughter I lost along with my smile
I misspelled my name so many moon's ago and now
I have papercuts from writing too many love poems.
We were the end of a train crash
The ashes carried the pieces of my heart
Into your venomous hands
You always pretended to catch me when I began to fall apart
But never held tight enough.
Letting me slip through the cracks in your weak fingers
I never knew where I was going
So since I didn't have a destination, a map was not needed
Weeded through the roses as if the thorns never left me bleeding
Pleading for your once familiar eyes to make me dance again
I sat placid on the wieght of yesterday
Pretending to not notice how distant your voice had become
Or how your words stung
Or how I bled from biting my tongue
You; the yesterday that I've been running from.
And now
Today seems blank
Tomorrow seems lonely
But yesterday is no longer my concern.

Love, Tianamonique.

And So The Story Goes..

When we are removed from history textbooks

Our mistakes will follow in repetition.

And as we cry egyptian shaped tears

Your towers will paint the sky with corporate lies

Wicked men in glass shoes carry dull suitcases

Failing to realized that their fake smiles have left us

Broken.

And no matter how deep the concrete goes,

No matter how high your building reach

And no matter how far your skyscrapers stretch

We are demanding more love.

I pity those men in fine armor

Chasing women with alabaster perfume

Enlaced on their wrists

Kissing dollar bills every time the clicking of heels step through their office

For these men do no understand the shame of card board boxes

Underneath underpasses draped in graffiti

Or the venomous veins carrying the weight of heroin through barren cities

They have forgotten the forgotten.

The minimum wage dependents

The less fortunate.

Your political scandals are raping us dry

Leaving no crack in between our attempts just to get by

How could you rewrite the words we've created?

You appear with red faces

Emptied from vacations

With sand still tucked behind your ear

Telling single mothers that they must leave

But you fail to answer the question of why

Your guns have not surrounded the poverty of unfortunate dreams.

Why are your wallets heavier than our education?

Your laws are corrupted sir, and you alone have deleted us from those history books.

Where did the three kings with the gifts go?

Where are the songs about strange fruit?

Where did the speeches about peace disappear to?

The pollution rises through the windows

Of your pent house

You cough on our deep breaths

You rest on our fallen hopes

You twist broken promises into strands of our hair

You avoid our eyes to remain innocent

You shake our hands unaware that the lifelines on our palms

Are not long enough and it is unfair

That these men are stripping away our sanity

They are stealing our identities

We are not your enemies

We are simply the unread words in your fairy tale fantasies

Though you pull our rehearsed sorry's from your pockets

We know that the truth is far from your mouth.

We must re-build the temple

And only hope that one brick can fix

Everything you've undone

And pray that our names are rewritten.

Love, Tianamonique.

She Is Coming Undone.

Her dark eyes have dampened.

And her hands are now clenched in fists

Her smile and crooked

And flood with accusations she never deserved

Fingers burned from touching distant memories

Arms broken from reaching for stars

That were never aligned quite right

Her edges are weakened from being

Pushed through sandpaper eyes

She cried in dark corners

Writing her blues on white walls

Creating a perfect sky of dreams that never came true

Her hinges loose from men

Opening and closing her doors and

Misplacing the key; love has left her half empty

But this is not about love.

This is about change

The rearrangement of webbed promises inscribed on false tongues

Blank thoughts serving as bandages

Keep together the broken pieces

Her fringes are being to fray

And with days coming and good

Time is almost impossible to grasp

Counting moments with dead rose pedals on lonely night

Goodbye's have become as frequent as yesterdays

But it was tomorrow that never came

Placing the blame on the footsteps of a god with no name

The frame of her existence being bent backwards

Her character twisted around assumptions

Leaving her soul broken and dying

Trying to come up with complicated answers

To the simple question of, why.

Her laughter has been stained into living room carpets

Along with fallen tears and unsaid regrets.

She never prepared herself for this.

Spinning herself dizzy, contemplating every crucial detail

Ever possible factor in this messed up equation

This complex situation

Failing to provide any type of solution

Her voice has sunk deeper in pools of melancholy songs

Her throat aches from swallowing glass

And as time passes her soul collapses.

She is coming undone.

Running to numb the feeling of being still.

Running from a cold sun.

Because she has realized that

Nothing is as it seems

So she is deferring

Like Langston's dream

But if you see her, tell her to stop.

Because soon she'll run out of breath.

And in these times breathing

Is the only reality she has left.

Love, Tianamonique.

Lay With You

Sometimes I just want to lay with you.

Because days are busy and hurried

And sometimes I forget how to breathe

So I need your arms to remind me

Of how to feel

So sometimes I just want to lay with you.

Let the words write themselves upon our palms

Let them entertwine

We could write sonnets with our silence

Forget our assignments

My back to your chest

Your right leg on my left

Your breath on my neck

I just want to lay with you

Because I spend all day move

Around corners, around orders

And I tend to forget how it feels to be still

I don't want to have to tell you my heart is aching

I don't want to hear the sound of promises breaking

Making love is fine; but sometimes I just want to lay there.

Fully clothed.

No makeup.

Vulnerable.

Eyes closed.

Hold me until my secrets unfold.

My heart is cold and your arms are the only warmth it knows

No words to be spoke

I know, it's difficult to find time to be alone

But if we could hold on to the hours, the minutes, the seconds,

I reckon we could be free of our insecurities.

I just want to lay with you.

In solitude.

In our purest of forms.

Lay with you until the sheets are torn.

Place wisps of bliss on the small of my neck

Because laying with you is better than sex

I just want to embrace your essence

And inhale your sweet scent without the interruption of nonsense

Lets just lay here and pretend as though we are empty

And fill each other with lovely ecstasy

I just want to lay with you.

Until I forget how to move.

Love, Tianamonique.