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

Lady Muhammad

sleeping old man
old man's nature
to sleep
wish to go
toe to toe
in your dreams
furthest you’ll go
she’s winning
another match
right now
coiled
in bed
feet
wrapped around
her lover’s head

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Immoral Ways

for K.M

weed selling
weed smoking
old man seeking
young girls
to poke
dick in
sick in
so many ways

fast money
fast cars
young boys
bent over
rectum stretched
torn
worn out
in so many ways

old issues
new day
AIDS spread
Nations decay
in so many ways

©copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Label Me Bitch

Not surprised by your labels
I've adjusted my heart to them
just a bit tired of them
but call me what you wish
no different from your mother
so you're calling her bitch

Fear what you do not know
refuse to know me
throw stones
from your glass house
your sister
my spitting image

laugh at my old rags
scorn my dusty hair
leave me
raped
blood covers
the side walk
pretend I wasn't there
I am your daughter
and you didn't even care

I wish
you'd stopped that day
labelled me
dirty bitch on the sidewalk

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Sustenance for Death

to R.A.M

feelings devoured by you
less than a woman
slop me down like pigs do
tear me open
expose my faults
highlight my problems
mock my mistakes
give me another negative name
say you love me
but hide me in shame
love me just enough
to keep me coming back
love loss
blood lost
wounded
weak
slit my throat with your tongue
no confidence to speak
slice me
dice me
like a fruit
you need to survive
give me just the little
it takes to keep me alive

copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Psycho Obssession

a poetic story

I'm under constant watch
but no eye is that consistant
soon
you'll see me running in the distance
within the wink of an eye
you were the assistant
my escape you oblige
can't catch me
I'm already too far
tonight I will watch you
where ever you are
You deem me crazy
and to some extent
it may be true
maybe it's to the extent I'd take
to follow you.

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Power of Prayer

Burning of flesh I smell
melted in the fiery flames of hell

Misery,
loves company
Temptations put before me
Greed, anger, lust
“choose what you want” the red eyes say
I bow on my knees and pray
“save me father, the devil strikes again”
A roaring voice shakes me
but soothes me like a friend
“Worry not my child,
I shall prevail in the end”

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Show Stopper

Lungs collapse
feet tap
eyes gaze
people amazed
as I recite
my poetry
on stage

My Arrival

back like a bow
caressing your arrow
syllables slip from tongues
tongues then tangle
slow
quick
hearts beat
limbs limp
blood gushes
not enough to the brain
pleasure erupts
though there’s pain
I came

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Blank

One day
because you push
people away
you’ll wake up
and your canvas
will be
BLANK

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Death Of Our Love

You kept
your ex girlfriend’s
dead rose
and my breathing poem
you put in the trash
and though my reply
to your actions
may be rash
you made me itch
at the thought of this shit

I sratch my skin

it flakes off

like the petals of

rose did

and
as little as it may seem
it meant a hell of a lot
to me
I feel like
your holding on

to her
I could be wrong
but I doubt it
your past
is too much in our present
and when you
presented that rose to me
I wilted
it wasn’t the only beauty
that was dead

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Stop Textin'

to ashley, wendy and any other sluts

I know you want my man
yea bitch
I intercepted the text
Got me all vexed
and heated
you so conceited
to think he'd wanna lick you
my man probably
would just stick the dick
to you
cause even though he calls you boo
he calls me wife
in the morning
in the night
in the kitchen
at his work
not ashamed of his woman's worth

And though you text
thinking you next
to make him leave
he's just practicing greed
He don't really want you
no matter what you read
It is I who feed
this man
in the morning
in the night
in the kitchen
and some days in his office at his work
not ashamed of his woman's worth

Quit your begging
that text was miserable
you know you're just a fling
coochie bags and that glass bottle ring
he put that fake bling
on your finger
but my fingers rock diamonds
and they truly are a girls best friend
in the morning
in the night
in the kitchen
and sometimes that's all I wear
bare
your soul
to him if you dare
flaunt that played out pussy
with your pencil leg jeans
drool stains
on your shirt thanks to baby number five
and I'll be damned
if my man is daddy number six
witch you wish
you wanna cause me fight
the outbox shows he says he likes you
right?
but to me he says I love you
in the morning
in the night
in the kitchen
and for always
not ashamed of his woman's worth
all days

And although I am ashamed
of my cheating man
stop textin’ him bitch
before I break your hand.

© copyright Tia L. Clarke

A Star

for Astra Simmons - R.I.P you will be missed

barely got to say sweet hellos
now I cry a painful goodbye
to a soul I didn’t really know
that just had to die

but what I do know
is that you were strong
evil eating at your bones
but you held on

they call you selfless
and in your pain
the rest of the world goes on
selfish

you had overwhelming courage
as we fear to turn out our lights
at night you suffered
with no fright

I wanted to hold your hand
tell you to fight
I told your boyfriend though
that everything would be alright

I saw thorns prick the side of your mother
your father in a trance
brother’s feet cry out
boyfriend wishes for another dance

I try console those who love you
ashamed that I never knew
how in so little time
a star like, you, Astra shined

and even though we’ve lost you
walking down on earth
how Ironic
your light is even brighter now
six feet under dirt

© copyright Tia L. Clarke