Maybe I never knew...*

Maybe I always took
                                 this view,
Of a world, how
                         how would I know,
Cracks appear, others,
                                   my own, sewn,
Dominate, suffocate,
                                 love, leave
It's all the same, it's pain,
                                         no continuum, no extremes,
Balancing scales, frails,
                                      trails,
Gravel, grovel, sitting,
                                   I write
Type, my rope, squanders,
                                          wanders, images of
The same girl, oh,
                             she came undone,
A mere child of her time,
                                       now grown,
Yet still, she's sown,
                                she's allowed the stitches,
That choke, joked, laughed,
                                            misled, a dread,
On her knees, plead,
                                 taking her hand,
That promised land, trust, must,
                                                   trust,
Lust, lovers, dust,
                             kicked in her face,
And so they grabbed, pulled,
                                               lulled her to,
The very floor, of the gravel,
                                            you spat,
From engines & tires,
                                  you rushed from me,
Caged,
But this time baby, you did,
                                            you did hold the key,
I'm locked & chained,
                                  breathing in,
The last of air, until back,
                                        sacked,
Trapped within, not the,
                                      confines of mind,
Not that, you took that,
                                     from me,
You see, out of grasp,
                                   you sit, gloat,
Pray & float,
God bless you,
                                            who me?
**** thee.

© Sia Jane

Miracles escapes your lips in the form of poetry,
And though kisses would also be pretty,
Nothing captivates me more,
Than when your soul,
Pours out of you like liquid misery.
A river of soul and history,
Do me the honor and quench my thirst.
Allow me to see you at your internal worst,
Because Externally and Internally,
All I see is beauty.

There is nothing more captivating than,
Blood ink and calligraphy.
As your words seeps into my skin
Imprinting on my mental cavity like tattoos from within,
A brand of paper that never gets old,
Sometimes its so intense, truth be told,
I hear you,
Even when your thoughts berate you into stunned silence.

Sometimes I just want to reach out and,
Grab onto the illusions that I store in that
Pandora's box in my mind,
Saving every bit of your broken perfection.
Your voice attack my emotions like an infection,
I become more battled-scared than I already am,
But I will endure your blood wars as much as I can,
Only a poet will know.
I exist only because of prose,
And pain, love and foes.

Taste me, do I taste of summers rain?
Smell me, do I smell of the buds of summers blossom?
Touch me, do I feel like summers sadness?
Hear me, do you hear the call of summers birds?
Take my hand, look into my eyes,
Smile with enchantment, crystal blues,
Eyes and skies,
Fleeting story tellers, dwelling in nests,
Beauty beholds,
When you look, who do you see?
The very reflection of yourself,
Or
Someone, something, else?
Hearts beat, laying deep in retreat,
Summer callings, a lowly,
Scream and shout,
Amidst chaos, of skipping ropes,
Laughing children,
Healers and holders,
Picking daisies,
Chains and buttercups,
Flaring meadows,
Up
Up
Up.

© Sia Jane

I'm so confused
No I don't understand
Because who I see here
Is Not who I am.
Reflections tell a story
The one everyone sees
But if you look deeper inside
There's much more left to be.
We're told when we're young
That anything is possible
But society continues
To declare dreams improbable.
I don't hate who I am
Just who I see in the mirror
For these thoughts I keep hidden:
They provoke too much fear.
I want to be normal
Young and happy
But I can't figure out
If I'm really me.
I make a decision
Decide on a label
That is until
New cards hit the table.

I miss you.
I miss you a lot.
Dear friend,
There’s so much I still don’t know- that I won’t know.

Remember? We laughed and sang and cried and learned and loved.
I do.
Remember when we talked?
We talked for hours about everything. About nothing.
I do.
Remember late nights with a high moon and loud music?
Dancing and sharing dreams.
I do.

I will always remember you. How cool we thought we were. How close we became.

Where are you now?
Why did you fade away without even saying goodbye?

Remember when you said we’d be friends forever?
I do.

I miss you.

Love like the sun
Loves the earth
Ever since they met
They dance every day

The sun makes the earth
Look on the brighter side
The earth gives the sun
A reason to wake up

Love like the earth
Loves the sun
Because the earth isn’t distracted
By the stars and the moon