BLAH.

this is a personal piece, but, i'm putting it up JUST TO TRY to convince a friend of mine to write the uneasiness out of her mind. I felt a hell of a lot better after I wrote it. I wrote it after dealing with a bout of frustration, because i'm going thru this thing where i like this person but i feel as if they cannot trust me because of the "way of the world". I am so patient, however, emotions building just HAD to come out, all of this stuff wasn't piled on by this person, but sitting there doing NOTHING about it would have led to be venting out on this person when they really did not deserve it. all the emotion building had to come out..... somewhere. better on paper or screen than on someone undeserving or deserving.... but, if a relationship's livelihood hangs in the balance, no need to spit fire at this person and burn the relationship, correct? Form your emotions into words, and your words into sentences, and your sentences into music, and your music into ART. It's venting time, I think. PURGE. Like I did.


blah at the world
and all who inhabit it.
all you little earthlings
with your poor disposition
and all your fucking flaws
and your selfish ways
and your little bitchy moods
and your OBVIOUS disdain for idiosyncracies
and your hate
and your butterfly effect
regarding emotions
AND YAWNING...
contagious, making me
susceptible
to your energy.
my dainty shell,
my permeable membrane
I'D like to call my psyche
feels tormented.
feels VULNERABLE.
Earthly anxiety
frustration
confusion
happiness
joy
benevolence
falls through my atmosphere like
beautiful streaks of ugly rocks on fire.
From a high concentration
to a low concentration, the
way of the world diffuses in
to my Martian Dragon lair
FUCKING IT UP.
My little world
has been cluttered
with these damn human emotions.
Ignoring them would be the Martian thing to do,
but
for the first time in a long time,
I feel.... human.
I hate it.
blah at you earthlings
with your family values
and your love
and your perseverance
and your remarkable abilities
and your diplomacy
and your sick-ass strive to perfection
and your ability to
draw a dream from air,
to ransack my lair,
envelop me,
challenge me,
love me,
and your contagious laughter
that makes me smile
and feel
like I AM of this world.
EARTH...


Dragon?
What an amazing contradiction,
is it even possible to be grounded
and level-headed
with all the mighty authoritative power
Earth dragons possess?
A cold lizard that has the ability to warm,
A SERPENT with ANGELic wings
A revered yet reclusive being
Just like humans.
Just like me.

Ion even know what to call it...

Every which way the wind blows
is where you go,
I mean,
you move so swiftly
you cannot stay still to save
your life
your heart
MY life
MY heart
you Boeing piece of craftsmanship!
why don't you start drawing from the earth
instead of wind like me?
Seven forty seven, a time you're so fond of
soaring high, adrenaline's like jet fuel to you.
You float all accidental-like on a breeze
you feather. The down within my pillow
I hope you to be, but a bird in the air you remain.
I want to cage you,
but
you won't sing with me.
You wallow within the confines of my heart
cantankerous, cankerous, cancerous you become.
I know without your wind, your flight, your migration
you will surely die, and
the feathers of hope upon you no longer serves purpose
to me
to the world.
So, GET! Fly with your
Luftwaffe,
you 100th luftballon.

Not Accepting Applications

Not Accepting Applications

tears
and raindrops
soak through
the paper
dissolving the ink
and any possibilities
of me
taking the job
that
I felt SO qualified to do.

Hopeful was I,
GIDDY was ME,
a woman ready to
reenter the workforce
for the tough job
of relationships
and when I,
when i
stepped up
to the door
of that INSTITUTION
and saw that
SIGN....

it said "not accepting applications"
and my whole wall of
hope and
excitement
came falling
--a myriad of bricks,
it seemed--
down and
crushed all my...
boy, i'm hurt.

So, now
I stand at the locked door
looking helplessly
at the inside.
Two people
with party hats,
hugging, filled with joy.
Wish one was me.
I can't lie.
But I pass off
my tears as raindrops falling
on my face,
like the skies
cry FOR me,
and walk away.

Dig

This is a poem I wrote in the middle of the night lol.
You can say it was inspired by a friend who uses the word "dig" a lot. LOL.
ENJOY!

Is it ok if I say I dig you?
I mean, you are quite the archaeological find
Sifting through these sands of time,
slowly,
CAREFULLY,
Recruiting more men to help me complete my
excavation,
hoping to find that priceless artifact
You
have hidden underneath all that
Ruin.
All those years of
wear,
abandonment,
DESECRATION of monuments
that once stood
high
with esteem now lay dormant.
Oh, my Maachu Picchu,
my Sphinx without a nose,
my fragile yet complex Terra Cotta army,
what secrets lie below your lithosphere?
You are submerged like Cleopatra's Temple,
as enigmatic as the Mona Lisa,
and as pragmatic as the original Holy Bible.
If I brush the dust away from those
hieroglyphs,
will I be able to
decode you
with my Rosetta Stone?
If I could
discover that
COVETED
National Treasure you guard with
your
puzzling labyrinth that lies just beneath
the surface,

I wouldn't exploit it.
I would protect it
I would treasure it
and
I would share
The compelling tale of how I uncovered
and earned
the valuable treasure YOU held within.

(Written by Cierra T. 3/13/2010 @ like 3 am lol.

The Mere Existence

The mere existence
of what I thought
was to be
did not become.

A Dream SO Deferred,
That I can’t Quote the Raven.
Oh how I wanted to Stop for Death
Because love was the Road not Taken.

Weak

Here is a little po-em I wrote called "Weak".

My knees buckled when your voice caressed my ear
The hairs on my skin stood up when I sensed you near
You were the entity that caused my mouth not to speak
You were the one who made me weak.

Yeah, I made you weak too
Maybe not in the same sense, but anywho…
I was the force that had knocked you off your feet
(even for a second) I am the one who made you weak.

Two people who are each other’s weaknesses specifically
Won’t work; I mean, seriously, think very critically
Attempting to be strong for one another is a spectacular feat
For it’s believed that weak with weak, will always be weak.

To him, this was recognized as a problem
Not truly allowing me to be strong for him
But his ignorant slave would have loved him even through defeat
Because in my heart, I did not want him to be weak.

To me, oh I already knew it wouldn’t work
But the possibilities of capturing my selfish desires drove me berserk
This on/off passion I held was not for the meek
And that bond I felt with him was definitely not weak.

I was clouded by my judgment
And all this extra bullshit that could have went
And disappeared forever, a conclusion that I couldn’t meet
Because "what if’s" always made me weak.

He was still a bit of an enigma,
It seemed that he viewed being with her as a social stigma
Flirtatious, soft, tough, funny, passionate, and a bit of a freak
He always had a way to hide his feelings about the person that had made him weak.

On the other hand, what if I read into something more?
What if he never shared the same feelings as I thought before?
What if this was just a mind-game, and he’s just like, “nigga please”
And that he knew he could take advantage of the fact I was weak.

All this is talk about how I feel, nothing more, nothing less
And that this thing really wasn’t for the best
Not like I can do anything about it anyways, simply because you beat
Me to finding a person who won’t make me weak.

Testing.

This is a test.
To see if this will work.
For my friend.
LOL she's having issues and is annoyed.
WOO
WOO
WOO.
That is all.