Shaved

It was freeing, really.

Taking away what once controlled me.

It was hard to fathom previously,

Now, I feel the stares and revel in it deviously.

-N

Thunder

The way the music pounds,

Vibrates within my body,

Caresses me as a lover would.

…I feel the rain coming.

-N

Grim Reaper

…Came to collect.

Time was given.

Money was allotted.

Frivolity was limitless.

Now,

The moon was covered by the clouds.

The winds picked up from the east.

And rising from the ground, Death, suddenly appeared.

You were fascinated and terrified in equal measure.

But what more could you do?

This day had already been predicted to you.

-N

Strawberry Cheesecake

Rich and sweet,

That’s what eludes me.

Darkness and bitterness are what consumes me.

It shouldn’t be this way.

I should have a say in the divine.

Desire and duty always war within me.

…America

laughed at me.

Hissed, tried to lure me.

I’ve dived into her deep abyss before.

It’d be hours, weeks, days until I’d come ashore.

I’d try anything to not become this land’s whore.

-N

Pink Blossom

My secret lies within the flower.

Hidden amongst rolling hills, and endless sorrow.

-N

Gray Area

I’m hoping my intuition will tell me if I got it wrong or right.

My faith is broken.

My heart is hardened,

I find myself unable to pardon a soul for even the tiniest of sins.

I’m a hypocrite because I need my own wrongdoings wiped away.

“How ironic,” The devil whispers in my ear, pure amusement in his tone.

-N

…You

I didn’t know if you’d ever return.

I’d been good, you see.

Always doing what was expected of me.

You stayed away,

I had constant thoughts of the bay.

The way in which you’d made my body sway.

neigh, spray, say.

You’d do anything but stay.

Maybe it was me.

I wasn’t carefree enough,

I went and obtained too many degrees.

You left nothing of me but debris.

That’s it.

I have nothing else to emit.

There’s nothing else for me to admit,

lest I become a hypocrite.

-NR

Le Défenseur De La Lumière

There’s a change taking place.

And it’s starting within me.

I fear the light,

I escape the sun,

I balk at the goodness in people.

My optimism lies in the lies of others,

You are my savior.

You chase away the demons,

I sometimes see in myself.

-N

Je Déteste Quand La Chaleur Est Prévu

You’re angry.

You’re apprehensively aroused.

This unemotional object that I’ve seem to become.

This listless,

phlegmatic,

dispassionate,

woman I’ve become.

You look genuinely perplexed as to why I have become this soulless robot.

As if the dirty thong in your pants pocket wasn’t obvious enough on laundry day.

Question,

Avez-vous essuye les jus de la chatte sale votre visage quand vous etes venu chez moi embrasser?

Huh?

No?

Cat got your tongue?

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned they say.

Hell hath no fury like a woman.

Hell hath no fury.

Hell.

You.

Huh, It fits.

-N