• Into the mirror I seek, a ghost that bleeds.
    She sheds her insides down her unwanted life.
    Though not knowing if she is truly sane, she sheds a love that she defines as pain.
    Y, the mark on her arm.
    HATE, The mark on her leg.
    These marks are now scars.
    Now memories.
    The A, on her knee.
    And all the mysterious scars about herself.
    The X's, The dots,
    Connect them and you will find, her soul about to unwind.
    She knows not, if there is love.
    If "fair" is a word with a meaning, a definition.
    Words like these, she keeps in her flowering mind as myths.
    Never as a gift, she will unlock her brilliance;
    She stores in her chamber.
    Knowing not if this is real.
    Knowing not, if this is all.
    Catch me as I fall,
    I pray to thee lord everyday.
    Positive attitude is my wish.
    A love, a little love.
    Yet I don't acknowledge the meaning.
    There for none is, quite fun.
    Sing for me mother.
    And I will sing for you.
    A duet becomes us.
    Just us two.
    A song with a meaning.
    A melody of earth
    A tempo of hell.
    Yet the brilliance of the heavens.
    Know now, that I know what I say.
    I mean, I lust
    from what comes onto paper into your conscious.


    By, Angela Lee Harper