We spread all over the continent
Your underwater girl event
So many times we
spoke curled up in
each other
I heard your getting
married to my
friend's brother huh?

Best friends acting silly
Girly- Goose rhymes
Girls with special
privileges

Like the magical tales
All the males get
better wages
And we are stuck
The unfurl girl
On fuel she got
The longer life eyelashes

The Gossamer
Pink Owl it's her
The Consumer Male
Play Bill

The pink lady fussy-Playgirl hat
The dreamer what's new Pussycat
Her body lined all sheer inside
the curtain's play pretend
he calls every time
Her pink slippers are on

Mystical time of men
Lucky Red dragons
* She Opens up pink for him
She's around all He's
Kitchen pink polka dots
In her Galley pink apron
He's in Las Vegas winning
the slots
Pink Mustang Sally
The dark magenta
Pink sugar pop
Mary Kay
Faraway Fay Dunaway
Powder Puff Maina Delray
Jekyll and Hyde
I'm certain I see him, Sir
She's in the Girl furled State

"It's a girl thing always
showing up late"

Girly whirly Artsy celebrate
Like a party pink
Gatsby
Impromptu
Pink pillow talk naps
Spinning bottle
Oh! her brassiere
Ginger
snaps
Girl gone Genie
in her tutu
The Girly gathering
Coffee and brunch Kong Fu

Whats up with her menu
Eye opener Pirates Carribean
Had her Jungle Jane meal
Those feminine smiles
*** appeal
A million stars of
masculinity the rough shave
Pretty in pink ladies
never behave

Girl's of pink pearls of
Mercedes
Let's bury the hatchet

Unfurl Girl Girl

Her Pink/Gold locket shines
Boys and Girls rocket
Spa creamy
The religiously told prophet
Easter Bunny Jack Rabbit
The habitats of the fervor my
Godly savor
The girl goes overboard
Femininity ****** creatures
not Saints we cannot be
what we ain't
      Gods
We got the girly features

Many people despise the rose crush
We are a naturally sweet  whole bunch

The pink feminine gift
Be careful in your
girly ways look to your left
Let us change our evil days
Unfurl Girl Girl her path to the right
Prayers become artificial
Materialistic Girl talk should be realistic

Animalistic our instinct ******
The girly specimen up to date
The sweet and so modest
She's the divine
A kiss on the hand
Confidential
Smelling all sweet

Elizabeth violet blue voice
She symbolizes
Grace so sweet the papers
For a real divorce
Wild untamed unfurled
All softly curled and loved
He looks at her the way
she looks now
But here to Eternity, she looks
amazingly well
Shes the girl-girl unfurl
He's handsomely tall she
is the Princess dressed frilly
Pink champagne ball
Their girly wishing well
who wants to tell?

Nahh ainkh khuli ,nahhh mai sunn paya...
Maa ke pait mai rehker bhi maina apna parivar ka pyaar paya...
Jab ainkh khuli ,toh roker pura hospital sirr per uthaya ....
Phir Papa ki godi mai sirr rakhker hee mujha thoda chain aaya....
Pheli baar ghar aake , thoda mann dagmagaya....
Dada dadi ko paas dekhker,firrr maii zorr se khilkhilaya....
Jab naam sochne ki baari aayi....
Toh bua ne kaan mai naam pyaar se fusfusaya ....
Bade hokar bhi chota ke sath khelna...
Aisa charitra maina apna hee parivaar mai h paaya...
School jane ki umar mai bhi...
Har parivaar ke sadasye ko hai maina satya...
Kabhi woh dila do, yaa kabhi yeh dilado hee harr baar hai chilaya...
Harr divas ko hamne pura harsh aur ullas ke sath banya....
Pyaar se sath rehna ka hee humna hamesha se wachan h khaya....
Sabke dhurr jana ke baad bhi....
Maine apna parivaar ko hee paas paya...
Harrr sukh dukh mai unhona hee mujha  sabke sath rehna sikhaya...
Apna parivaar se dhurr jake bhi...
Maina uhna harrr jagah h paaya...
Voice call aur video call ne hee unka pyaar h mujh tak pahuchaya....
Maa ki mamta ne hee maano jaisa mujha iss kadar banaya...
Jo maina apna parivaar ka itna pyaar h paaya...
Maarte wakt bhi mera parivaar ne hee mujha kahnde per uthaya...
Ainshu aur apni yaadeino ko bhula krr hee mujha mera parivaar ne jalaya....

I ASKED 4 STRENGTH,
   AND GOD GAVE ME,
DIFFICULTIES TO MAKE ME STRONG.
I ASKED 4 WISDOM,
  AND GOD GAVE ME PROBLEMS,
               TO SOLVE.
I ASKED 4 PROSPERITY,
AND GOD GAVE ME BRAIN,
        TO WORK WITH.....
I ASKED FOR COURAGE,
AND GOD GAVE ME DANGERS,
            TO OVERCOME,
I ASKED 4 LOVE,
AND GOD SENT ME TROUBLED,
         PEOPLE TO HELP.
I ASKED 4 FAVOUR,
  AND GOD GAVE ME OPPERTUNITIES.
              TO RECIEVED.
WO MUJHE NHI MILA JO MAINA MANGA THHA,
BUT MUJHE WO MIL GYA JO MUJHE CHAHIYE THHA.
HAVE A SWEET LIFE
BYE
:-)
*^_^

reeking of originality, heart, soul in poignant beauty or righteous pain,
intellectually multi-dimensional in lieu of the social disparity and ego-maina. quality is a thing of judgement, and the best way to bruise a budding ego. best to leave all that **** at the mind's door and concentrate on expression.

You broke me into uncollectable pieces.
Yet you're the one my heart misses.
Why can't I seem to forget you?
Why are you stuck on my mind glued?
Wish I'd tell you that I don't want you back.
Wish I'd tell myself to move on even with me stuck.
What did you spell on me and my heart curse?
Every ****** thing and moment points back to us.
The smell of you in the air and in my sheets.
I see your face on them walking down the streets.
You left me too scarred too broken may be too ugly.
You made me wander in my memories trying to unbury.
Is this what you really wanted?
Tease me and leave me haunted?
Is it?

©MAINA ANN

Drivers seat. **** stereo. Karl has the aux Windows down.
You’re used to it
So the scene is yours.

It’s all snap backs and ear gauges
All ripped jeans and graphic T’s
All reggie **** and stolen liquor.

No one here wants to be innocent.
Rebel against anything.
Cover your scars kid.
Maina’s got the needle. Get to it.
I got jumped on Brewery Ave.
Sammie said I did good.

I was not well.
I was not on the straight and narrow.
I was bent.
I was getting high in Whetstone.
I was drinking moonshine.
I was throwing up
I was being thrown against the wall
I was burning holes in Jeremiah’s carpet
I was watching him take the blame.
       And we never talked about it.

He overdosed last Winter.

That’s all gone.
I don’t need to sleep on the floor anymore.
The folds of my flannel jacket never told a story.
It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry for that.

That’s all one scene.
Now yours. Just yours.
I’m sorry it’s not pretty,

The constant flailing slender arms.
You were screaming, everyone was.
You won’t come back from this the same.
No one will. No one wants to.

Life will just be this
You accept it. You grow out your hair.
Home, James.
You can’t be happy here anymore.

You know what it’s like to yearn.
To stare beyond the ceiling
Looking for a feeling beneath your skin
You know it. You lived it.
Now you take the good parts
You bend them. Break them. Dig your claws into them.
Cover yourself in them
And you are still so terribly in love

I’m sorry for that.
It’s not a good scene.
I really shouldn’t talk about you like this.

Back to me.

I wake up.
I lift heavy weights.
I think about my beard.
I drink heavily.
I take long walks.

God no. Let’s not talk about that.
Another scene. Another morning .
Cut the hotel room.
Cut the Courthouse,
The tears in your eyes,
The bad tattoos,
The little white cross on Charleston Road,
Streaking by the police station,
That one cigarette specifically.

It doesn’t matter

In the next
                     there you are.
You are what you always are
And you are covered in white light.
Smiling in a some terrifying way
That makes me feel desperate and afraid.
While I think of saying something ugly.

Before maina, I was strong.
After mania, I didn’t feel strong anymore.  
Before mania, I had everything,
After mania, I looked around,  it was all gone
Before mania, I  always knew what to say.
After mania, what I wrote or spoke only invoked worry and fear.
I went from being just me to being famous, but only to me.
Eating and falling asleep could’ve saved me, but I just couldn’t do it.
I was too sick to know I needed help, and getting help was the only way home, so I couldn’t go home.
And when that’s all I wanted was to go home. It would be the hardest part..
In 141 days, I must have walked 1 billion miles, but I was too scared to ever sleep.
Lithium and family helped me make sense again, but did nothing to heal the invisible wounds.
What once was a quiet walk felt like combat, always looking over my shoulder for the attack.