Through with 4 letter words

No longer am I going to say I WANT
No longer will I speak about the SELF
feeling taunt
I cannot LIVE and GIVE
I'd rather not ACHE
I cannot accept these things
others
consider FATE

I will not drink in a CAFE
I'd rather drink on the street
I will not be LEFT
in a CAGE
trapped and feeling WEAK

I'll see the beauty in a pigeon
before I see it in a DOVE
and I'll always
remember
this
piece
so I'll never
say words
like
LOVE

Love

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Size Wrong

Thin lies distort a perception
of deception
You have been fooled
Loving yourself
was never blonde and ambitious
Never superficial,
toothy,
or tanned,
by cancerous beauty
Never
was it beautiful
Curing flaws
from outside pressures
is of the essence
Longer legs will walk
you into acceptance
Through knots of irreverent photographs
While fake hair will make
a voluminous star
Depending on the moon
The sun has left no mercy
Why are we fooled
by this barbaric liturgy?
When through time
Mona Lisa is still the most beautiful
girl in the world.

Identity Crisis

Stand tall on rooftops
Make them drop their gluttony holes
buoy their focus
and hinge their snickers
onto uneasiness
Irradiate assumptions
Make them believe
all you can be
is who you are.
Make them love
you
But if they don't
burn the floors below

End of the day

Loudly
everyone has left
There are no phones to be answered
its just me at my desk
Typing away like sticks to a drum
writing I saved to finish
After my lunch was done
Its the end of the day
and there's not much of a relief
I don't do much here
I'm barely on my feet.
There is no excitement for me
I'm always the last to leave!
And besides,
Tomorrow,
quietly,
everyone will come

Mother

You know I had to write about you
You know I always do
Since you've left
nothing has been the same
not even your little you
I've dated so many losers
made so many mistakes
but this is what happens
when god decides
my mother it is,
he'll take.

Missing

I've been missing
for a little while
My heart don't wanna smile
So it's out until Monday
For a short weekend vacay
But it's been out "until Monday"
Since just before last May
Now we're in a cold season
I see my heart coming back
in the distance
screaming out
"I'm freezing!"

20 years

In twenty years
will I be wise?
and divorced
and surprised
That my kids
are grown
and people are dead
and friends
have vanished
like these thoughts
in my head?

Breakfast

Morning coffee
is a snake
slithering down my throat
startling my insides
waking me for day
Morning coffee is the color of honey
I only use a little cream
My tongues feels it's been thawed out
My breakfast is caffeine.