Raped On Paper

tugging
back and forth
arguing about art
wanting me
break down walls
let them fall like a silk gown
to my ankles
it crawls my skin
to even dream
you came
that close

opening
your doors to me
calling yourself my father
saying I inspire
you
when incest you desire
it's useless
as you describe me
more of a child
than I'll ever be
I feel pity for you
you will only ever love
what you will never get
violating with your pen
never penis

writing
countless erotic poems
of me
saying they are from God
God wouldn't let you rape me
even if it's on paper

©Tia L. Clarke 2008

Conformity Breaks Wings

writing
isn't what it used to be
conformed by what
others think
my art
should be
what poetry
should be like
I don't know if I like to write
anymore
it doesn't flow
like blood
through my viens
nor like tears
from pain
of losing my grandmother
it's still
stagnant
no ripples from this pen
I was too willing to change
willing to bend
broken

©Tia L. Clarke 2008

Early Mourning

for T.L.C

How can love
make me
want you dead
kill you
take my pen
slice through you
I'm through
with you
has been more than
enough
less than pleasure
filled my cup
nights of mourning
tears trickle
years upon you
a step from
unto dust you shall return
but so fickle
thickness
to stretch my mind
blind
unrealistic
world of your own
fairy tales
you fairy
stars away
in an orbit of crazy
lazy
though I maybe
I am open
stretch me

©Tia L. Clarke 2008

Shorty's Dairy~pieces of me~

Sometimes I feel like I want to disappear. I'm not happy, and I can't seem to get happy. What sense does anything make, if in the end...you're just miserable.

Bacon and Eggs

Indifferent
to your arrival
I feel your blame
I will never ask
for breakfast again

your crash
but my life changed

“I don’t wanna talk about it
that breakfast cause me crash”

this is what you said to me
when you came back

from your comma
that I cried you out of
still breathing
because of my love

under a ceiling fan
I lay
maimed
by my man
your words slit my throat
you don’t understand
blood oozes down my chest
“You Take My Breath”

your mouth a heinous weapon
left me to die
didn’t even realize
I couldn’t even cry

wrapped in your world
as I am wrapped in it too
wrapped up in me
being wrapped up by you

Smirnoff green apple vodka
did not shed the pain
you came back home
revived it again

how guilty I feel
though YOU sped down the street

how ashamed I am
because I wanted to eat

I regret playing in the kitchen
asking for those eggs

I’d just as well starve
that morning
if I knew it was me
you’d blame

Breakfast
caused pain
stove fire
ended flame

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2008

Jelly Filling

for D.E. Wasake

Ugandan Stallion
Prince of words
minced upon them
tasty, filled me
like jelly donuts

©Tia L. Clarke 2008