Too touch you
for you to touch me
Ready to draw a line
just so you can cross it
erase it
misplace it
Shit throw it away
Damn you smell good
Live in the surburbs
but I'll move to the hood
too be close to you
half of you
most of you
any bit of you
So happy to be
playful
a night full
of piggy back rides
All giddy up
when you come around
I must be a clown
cheeks red
dreaming of lying in a bed
I've never even seen
take me there
Put that damn line behind us
because
I think I've already crossed it
©Tia L. Clarke 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Cry
And it dropped
that tear trapped in the corner of your eye
held there for eternity
to prove to me
you were too much of a man
to cry
rather fight it
hide it
than to let it slide
out the corner of your eye
©Tia L. Clarke 2010
that tear trapped in the corner of your eye
held there for eternity
to prove to me
you were too much of a man
to cry
rather fight it
hide it
than to let it slide
out the corner of your eye
©Tia L. Clarke 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
With A Stranger
you bring out
the geek
in me
glasses
suspenders
pocket protectors
weakens me
to
smell you
sniff you
with you
feels so good
to walk
through green grass
or on pink sand
while
your scent surrounds me
liberated by your presence
clinging to your words
like birds on limbs
of a tree
I can fly
when I'm with you
but
I don't even know who you are
©Tia Clarke 2011
the geek
in me
glasses
suspenders
pocket protectors
weakens me
to
smell you
sniff you
with you
feels so good
to walk
through green grass
or on pink sand
while
your scent surrounds me
liberated by your presence
clinging to your words
like birds on limbs
of a tree
I can fly
when I'm with you
but
I don't even know who you are
©Tia Clarke 2011
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
inadequate?
I've had it...
being compared to women
who don't compare to me
by people who don't know me
won't take the time to show me
decency
to even try
not pretty...
by who's standards?
by the people who can't see
beyond hair texture?
by imperfect judgmental human beings
feigns
for a Europeans
"she was a beautiful girl"
is he telling me I'm not beautiful enough
that if I was liquid in his cup...
his cup would be half full
and she would fill it up?
if I were a little taller
would I reach the mark
or maybe my skin is just too dark
how are you measuring my beauty
because by your standards
you might always see
inadequacy
I've had it...
being compared to women
who don't compare to me
by people who don't know me
won't take the time to show me
decency
to even try
not pretty...
by who's standards?
by the people who can't see
beyond hair texture?
by imperfect judgmental human beings
feigns
for a Europeans
"she was a beautiful girl"
is he telling me I'm not beautiful enough
that if I was liquid in his cup...
his cup would be half full
and she would fill it up?
if I were a little taller
would I reach the mark
or maybe my skin is just too dark
how are you measuring my beauty
because by your standards
you might always see
inadequacy
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Stuffed of Love
Tightly capped
So we pushed,
pulled
Opened together
Now,
We can’t finish
It’s wasted
Only tasted
Defeat
bitter
once was sweet
Take it away
Can't handle
Can’t eat
What we wanted
And we fought for
Can’t endure
Just a little bit more
Stuffed
Had enough
of
Love
©Tia L. Clarke 2010
So we pushed,
pulled
Opened together
Now,
We can’t finish
It’s wasted
Only tasted
Defeat
bitter
once was sweet
Take it away
Can't handle
Can’t eat
What we wanted
And we fought for
Can’t endure
Just a little bit more
Stuffed
Had enough
of
Love
©Tia L. Clarke 2010
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