Aurora's Poetomania

Time ticks. Slowly at first... put me at an eager stop Barely able to wait to grow Desperate for age Wanton for independence. Thus I have lived Thus I'm now dying I was eager to grow To I carried dolls when I was one I was desperate to cook So I mixed sand in a bowl as I waited to be called for dinner I was desperate to be grown up To be married And now I just want to go back It draws nigh everyday That place that I was eager to go And now I step back in horror As I'm forced to see my destination from here I wanted to grow I got my wish And now i desperately need to stop growing I used to love life I used to love love I used to love babies I used to want to be responsible But now I just wanna be a child again Play in the sand and not feel guilty I just wish to not know I just wish to not care I'm growing up Slowly but surely, I'm dying too I feel life seep out of me as it seeps in I feel the draw into the world of adults The world ...

The last time I loved was yesterday The next time I'll love is right now Life seems to have a penchant for disgrace Death seems to know only the bows Bows and spears escort me from cupid's gates today And my dance of puberty ends in a daze The last time I fought was yesterday The next time I'll bleed is today The place I danced was in the square With bare shoulders and bobbing breasts As my hips sway in the darkness and I felt the sweat flow west The spring of my steps call to winter And the sounds of my voice begs spring That last time I felt the pulse again As the earth breathed into me The last time my consciousness opened to you Was that day when it rained in the zoo As we made love in the thick mud And the spirits roamed the pool The last time I felt love was yesterday The same day that you left Never to return to my arms again As the gods have maybe said! Maybe to return to my arms again As the fates have clearly said

I'm going back to the time when your lying was truth to me... I've always been a slave to this passion I find myself struggling within the confines Of devastation that is really love Of destruction that feels like passion I can feel the star's falling off the plane's of reality I can feel myself dying more in my illusions I know it's not good but I can't help it My soul dies with your last gift to me My heart cries out for this single deed Of help that only you can give.

This is a slumber deeper than sleep Past the gates of life but not quite dead Where the sleep is just so deep to be relaxed But not so deep not to cry out in pain This is a place darker than a grave Where the fear of the unknown kills The little hope that glimmers from the known This place where the sky is just grey enough to instil fear But not such that I die of it This is a time that is colder than ice Clogging my veins and freezing my blood This is the split second between being saved and being left In a pool of ice cold blood, on your own This is that drink that burns your throat Either forced down or downed This is that meal that bites your anus As it comes out as not excrement at all But the same as you ate it To prove to you that nothing has changed And till the last of your coward tears drop Nothing ever will.

despite proclaimations of ferocious adherence, do you still dare doubt my manifestation of desperate affection? Despite the countless beautiful atrocities comitted by me, in a fit of despondent hilarity targeted at making you feel ecstatic do you still wonder who the recipient of my ditty is? Shame on the dame that looks to tame a subservient little tame that lives out of her merlot jar and on her flimsy oats and like a jewish undertaker, should take a mikvah.

My husband Sumonu came home today He came bearing the usual gifts I don't know if I'm to thank Allah Or to rain curses on my destiny He looked around at the thatch door Glared like a dumb lost sheep Be pointed at little sheri on the tattered mat "Whose child is that chit" he said "Whose house do you see her" I asked My husband thinks hard for a while "I think this house is mine" he said Gulping down sputtum and saliva without shame I bow my head in regret and shame And watched as my husband Sumonu moved without gait Towards a scared and scarred me as we made our second unknown chitlun I wept bitter juice out of my blood shot eyes In a few thrusts it would be over" I mussed Even though I knew it would be another nine months of quiet pain And rains of curses on my husband. Sumonu.

Under these brown rusted roofs Children play with toes like hoofs They sing of the devils hoods And dance at the food mom cook Under the huts of thatched age I stand with my back to the gates I hear the sounds! Loud and guaged Of this fountain springing, I wanna have a taste. Right here under these brown rusted roofs Adunni o ba duro na, say hoot Tap your finger against your lips at the ganihols Let my feetsteps never fade from the sandy rustic wools.