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Latiaaa Jan 2014
Hello Ms.Patty.
How you been?
It's been a while since you've caused me pain.
You don't remember?
Well i do.
Ms.Patty, you remember the insults you'd hit me with everyday?
The flaws you'd poke out of me?
Remember those days or torments and tease?
I know i do.
Ms.Patty, did it ever occur to you that you hurt souls?
Hypercrits don't live to see the other side.
Oh Ms.Patty, you say the meanness things, yet put a smile on your face.
Remember the name calls?
They hurt Ms.Patty.
Ask yourself, why did you do the things you did?
Was it to hurt the innocent or just to please your cold withered heart?.
Ms.Patty, i forgive you, i just don't trust you.
What you did laid a scar on my heart, but it didn't damage my forgiveness.
Keep smiling Ms.Patty, you'll look pretty.
Latiaaa Jan 2014
As I sleep with my eyes closed in tight,
I start to wonder that beaming light.
My eyes creak open like a rusty door,
All I see is darkness surrounding me more.
I leap out of bed like a worried dreamer,
Following the light that sinks in deeper.
As I open the door with a slight pull,
The lights seem brighter and fill in full.
Soft as I go down the stairs,
I tilt my head in a curious stare.
Wondering who I’m seeing down below,
A man who seems jolly and very fellow.
Face so pink hair so white,
He wears all red in such delight.
A bag full of goodies 2 or 3,
I wonder if one of them is for me.
My heart starts to flutter and my mouth starts to say,
“Is this all real or just one of those crazy days”?
I stare and watch him do his best,
As he releases the gifts and pats his chest.
The tree becomes a beauty of wonderful surprise,
As I watch the magic with my own eyes.
No one knows the feel of joy,
Until they see the wonder and enjoy.
I call this Christmas.
Latiaaa Jan 2014
I’m thinking, contemplating,
Walking in the empty space surrounding me,
I’m twisting, churning, and arching my back.
What to do.
Pulling loose threads off my sweater,
Biting my bottom lip,
I’m sweating, pacing, thinking,
I have a fever.
My fingernails are to the rim,
The anxiety is killing me.
My hair droops to my face, sticking to my soaked skin.
I scratch, voraciously blink,
Looking at the clock,
Where do I start?
Where do I end?
I check my phone.
Zero
I sit on my back with my eyes on the ceiling.
Veins swelling,
Blood rushing,
Palms sweaty,
My stomach aches. My heart breaks.
Is it 5? Is it 10?
My eyes water, my teeth chatter,
There’s nothing else in the world that hurts more than this
Knees trembling, spine tingling, heart skipping,
When will it end?
I start to see my shadow go against me
Why did it have to happen to me?
I fall back and let the words whisper out my mouth,
*****,
I’m still into you.
Latiaaa Jan 2014
From my pudgy round face, to my so called “Carrot Top,” I was always never perfect.
To the ginger spice curls in my head to my hazel beady eyes, I was an outcast and known as weird.
I’m a girl with bobby socks and the one who gets picked on cause of my red-hot locks.
When I look in the mirror all I see is a bony girl covered in polka dots
To my cheeks, to my nose, they’re everywhere
“Haven’t you seen her?!” They’ll say
My milky white skin glows like the moon at night. I just hate how my hair glistens in the light.
People say I’m more of a cherry tea than an orange tinted ginger.
I say I’m an alien.
I hate how I seem so translucent and that I burn easily in the sun. I’m almost red as a lobster.
Why can’t I have fun?
People say my freckles are caramel stars, honey clouds, or lady bugs
It’s not my fault I look this way. I didn’t wish upon this.
I burn your throat when I talk; I sting your eyes when you look directly into my hair. I tease your nose when you believe you smell strawberries. It’s just me.
Hey! It’s not my fault I’m a red head.
Latiaaa Jan 2014
Poem #1
You see him very close to you in the rain. There are blurry visions of wet droplets on your eyelashes. Try to get close as much as you can and touch his fragile skin. You’re soaked in rain together with slow, soft music playing through the musky, thick, wet air. You’re trying to find him in the crowd full of humans, but the hustle and the pain makes it worse. Pushing and shoving to get through it all. You get closer to him with every wet footstep. With one big leap in those innocent arms, you guys connect with a wet hug, swinging and giggling in the raining air. Just the two of you guys. Doesn't matter, beyond the background is silent. All you see is just you two in the cold, but yet warm rain. A soft kiss on the lips. This is what you call romantic.  

Poem #2
Don’t know a thing about each other. Don’t even know you guys even exist.  Ya’ll never seen each other’s face, smile, and thoughts. You two are miles n' miles far from each other. You two were dating different people at the time. But then it all changes with one move. You see the new faces, new area, new everything. It takes days, weeks, even a month to finally notice each other. You two never thinking this will happen to you guys, but it does. The friend, buddy, pal feeling you guys are having is petite. Little things change even more. You two are closer, fragile, heated, and obvious. The anticipation waits. The texting, oovooing, Facebook-ing appear.  Then the question comes to place. Things get even more heated, intense. Love goes on and you two are just made for each other. From a faraway distance, a big change can put an effect on life. Two strangers, not knowing each other, being friends and all, become intense, fall in love from separation places. <3

Poem #3
Do you sit on the roof and dream like her? Do you write and watch the sunset slow its way down to the center of the earth like her? You think of courageous things like her? Is there a song that puts you to that place like her? Do you glare off into space and just think of the two of you like her? Do you wish and imagine like her? You pretend everything is ok when it’s not like her? Do you miss her like she misses you? You get up with a fake smile and attitude like her? Do things run in your mind like crazy ants like hers? Do you see a future with her like she does? If so, and surprisingly you do half the same things as her, then why are you standing like a bug on a wall? Are you afraid of the truth and reality like her? You’re afraid on what’s going to happen between you two? Speak! Both of you! Say what’s on your mind. Let it out. It’s best to know than not.

Poem #4
You guys live far from each other. Probably 10 miles far, 100 seconds, 10 minutes, and maybe even ½ hour far apart. Over the trees, through the streets, across the houses, and past the sidewalks. 3 buses to get to him and 3 buses to get home. Only the sweet technology to keep you guys in touch is the key. If only you guys lived close, you can share your deepest feelings. Being far apart is like being on your own, and it’s hard to keep guard n' close secure. You’re a loose goose when not being seen from each other frequently. It’s best to be close to each other than far as a drifty ghost. You’ll see each other at school hopefully, and things will be repeated again.
Latiaaa Jan 2014
And in those days men shall seek death and shall not fight it. And they shall desire to die and death shall flee from them.

Let it not be death, but let it be completeness. Men shall let death melt into memory.

They shall desire to die standing naked in the wind and to burn in the sunlight, with or without fate.

Men shall wait till their hearts burst or erupt from overload of blood. Their bones should crackle and snap with every footstep.
Let them echo the word death. Let it foretell.

They shall rub their skin with hot, sizzling, popping grease. Shall drug themselves with gin and kosher salt.

With holes in their stomachs, men shall pant, “Death is divine.” Men shall love the bitter-sweet blood trickle down their eyes like tap water.
Let their knees burn on hot coal.

May their hearts fill with asphalt and their head fill up with toxic gases. Men shall sniff poison like they sniff flowers.
They shall skip on nails rather than in meadows.

Let them chew on tar and mate with eels. Bathe in acid and grow mold spots. Shall dance in the fire and choke on their teeth.
Crucify, liquefy, impale bleed them dry.

Scratch their backs with cacti and sleep with spiders in their mouths.
Shall hang themselves like ornaments on a tree.

Let them swing in the washing machines and stretch their faces till the skin falls like paper.

The men shall realize that death is their relative and not a sin. They will love it and cherish it.
Latiaaa Jan 2014
Why
Why?
Why leave me left alone in the dark?
Why ignore me like my life has dispersed from your hands?
Why use me as your own?
Why conversant then devastate me?
You left the world for another
Your lips tasted like nicotine
And tobacco that night,
And I remember the
Way your skin was hot enough
To light a cigarette on
A winter day,
I should have seen the
Birth of my addiction
When your hot breath
Touched my neck, and
All I could think was
“Please, please,
Set me on fire.
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