Thursday, October 29, 2009

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.

6 comments:

chikk said...

honestly, where do you live ..
ireally need to know because i have a
serious question for you

(i know how serious can you take me over blogspot)
jst hit me bkk love. its important.

Nsoromma...Child of the Heavens said...

Ouch! I feel u

Elle said...

And again, you leave me utterly speechless. You are a rare occurance. A needle in a haystack of writers. I commend your gift.

tianamonique--* said...

thanks youuu =]

chikk -- just email me; tianamonique05@gmail.com

=]

Shandra E...*the misses said...

wow! That last stanza is POWERFUL...your words are stunning and the way they topple over into a pool of greatness just amazes me everytime!! omg! lol...&& it's no coincidence Langston is mentioned in this poem...you're a classic hun! ...just like Mr. Langston :)

oNe mAn gAng said...

All I will say is that you are amazing. Trying to say any more will merely take away from how amazing you are. I'm inspired...