POP QUEENS
Just like that, it's night again—
big shirt and panties in bed,
but I still have stories to share—
just like the pop queens out there.
Dreamcatchers on my window,
the Himalayan lamp glows.
Peaceful time clouds the loud barking,
been calm but I'm done waiting.
"I would strike deals with both holy and unholy;
I would hold up the weight of the skies, patiently;
I would count drops of water from a heavy rain;
I would crucify tyrants and finish their reign;
I would do all right things for the world to know me."
With books and gadgets on hand,
typing away with my pen.
All the things I wanted to share—
just like the writers out there.
I'm reading inspirations,
listening to timeless songs—
rhyme, define and find synonyms
with no restrictions for me.
"I would sacrifice both the majestic and grotesque;
I would beg deities to let me alter their mess;
I would pay the price in the land of endless ice;
I would drain the highways and corners of my mind;
I would do all wrongs things, do things more, nothing less."
Now, everyone is sleeping,
except my mind at its peak.
No top floors, only hidden stairs—
just like the artists out there.
See my dreams, hear all my sins,
the past choices and what if's.
Write what I have, write what I find,
enough waiting, this is my time.
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LEGACY
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry about a writer who dreamed of establishing her legacy in the world of literature-especially in poetry.
