Refreshed And Broken Poem by Erica Smith

Well ****; chalk it up to a case of star struck
Not seeing with sight, not quite enough fight to make eyes right.
What was hoped for hopefully abandoned by the savage that is ME...
Apparently.

And she said to him come out of there
He said, 'NO, this is my throne,
Where i thrive and feel alive n not alone
My home where I create a state
Of chaotic order
I rule n reign in the rain...
Its what feeds the other side of me
Here the monster runs free

Sunken into herself Savage-ette took her grief
Moved feet
N buried it 6ft under
In a quest for peace from the pieces broken
From fret and regret
Washed away by a sick infectious sea of salty sweat
N tears..... THE END

INTOXICATINGLY REFRESHING
KNOWINGLY DEBILITATING
SURPRISINGLY LIBERATING are
things like
THE PHRASES CIRCULATING
IN MY BRIAN...
FEELS LIKE LOVING YOU USED TO

OR THAT FIRST RHYME
OR LINE
OR FACELESS FOE WE USE TO FEEL FINE

Ha ha ha. See.... I'm a poet n ya didn't know it. Or maybe you did...
I can be anything I wanna be when I grow up,
Maybe a FEARLESS LYRICIST

(2009)