SCARS

I try to be calm and beautiful

But I am full of fear and  angry

All these emotions trying to hang me

I could use one word to describe

But instead I use five

Never  able to say enough

The words I use don't heal 

Instead they reveal pain

And they're poisonous to witness

So people mind their own business

Certain words just aren't nourishing

And are far from encouraging

Rage searching for release

Can I have some closure please

Or at least a reprieve from these scars...

 

-Moshia' Pen

 

 

 

 

 

 

Follow your heart where it leads you

Mind sometimes deceives you

Intuition instructs the wise

To flow with the tide...

  
 WORDS

I levitate through chaos 

And nothing  can ground me

Surrounded by an entourage 

Of words all around me

I speak power to them 

Snatch them down from the ether

Pin them down with pen

When I put them to paper

To savor the idea that will soon manifest

Out on the breeze where I send them to bless

Every soul  that is affected

Somehow redirected 

By my existence

My audacity to dream

Screams through all the drama

And them before me

Try as the may to floor me

I levitate and my chaos 

Creates order...

-Moshia' Pen

 

 

 

TURNED

Pink irises 

Dilated pupil

When I was in heaven 

This is not what I was use to

They scourged me with fire

Turned me into a vampire

With sharp teeth

Bloodthirsty 

Devilish appetite 

My course changed over night

I was chasing a dream

But now I'm hungry

Robbed of my dignity 

and no one to love me

I allowed my self to be bitten

Now I thirst for the night

Rebelling 

My conscience screams in my ear 

I can't afford to hear

So I sink my teeth deeper

I've already turned

Death is my keep-her 

He said leave her to rot...  

 

-Moshia' Pen

 

WINGS

Breathe it in through your nostrils

Taste it on your tongue

Think and dream and visualize

All the dreams that live in your eyes

Life is for the living

The couch, the bed

The den of passivity and procrastination

Procreating plenty

on empty heads and rumbling tummies

Wondering when the ship will come in to save

Sometimes the grave comes first

And even worst

Our seeds watch us wither away

And believe it's the order of the day 

To get drunk and high and lament our lot

Extricate yourself from this vicious cycle

Love your self there's no one like you

Focus on your best assets

Hone and multiply them

You'll be able to fly then

With new wings

To experience new things

Breathe in and savor

All the good life offers

It's up to you and what you crave

Whether you are good or misbehave

Whether you fly or stay grounded

You are surrounded by hope... 

-Moshia' Pen

 SWEET COMMUNION

What do I have in my coffer 

To offer the world

Just a broken girl who's seen too much

And have lost touch with reality

Who am I to presume

I have anything worth offering to you

I wear my heart open

And sometimes get trampled

I don't exude strength 

But I am strong when I have to

I know I few things

But they're only my truth

If you tried them on 

They might not fit

While for me they're scripture

Go ahead if you like

Try them on they might fit you

I can only speak what I've lived through and proven

Though some views are colored by my bruises

But you'll live to tell the tale

By the way my books are on sale

Buy one

And enter the mind of a broken butterfly healed

My words will take you places

Transcend you through mind

And teach you a lesson

With a sweet little rhyme

Go ahead buy one

And try one on for size

I promise you

Locked inside is a sweet, sweet surprise

Life reflected through my eyes

Back through yours 

Breaking down barriers and unlocking doors

We commune ...

 -M Pen...

     

 IN THE MIRROR

I can see the tears welling up in my eyes

They cry so often

Softening my resolve

Every obstacle an un-solved mystery

Constantly repeating history

Joy stealers lurk

Studying contention

Holding hate conventions

Spreading dissension and lies

With transparent alibis

And wicked eyes

They will destroy everything in their path and laugh at you

Regardless of all the good you do

Their heart is black towards you

Is there a place I can run to

Where the wicked can't come to?

Not on this plane

Where light hides behind the darkness

And watch as it flourishes

Mourning its demise

With swollen bloodshot eyes... 

-Moshia' Pen