Rozm!chelle's Poetry

Organ Donor

2009-12-22T23:49:00.009-05:00

Death becomes her,
she who bled
until her skin grew pale
and the floor turned red
See, she so loved a man
that she sliced her chest
to give him what rested
beneath her left breast

A trembling finger
dipped in crimson ink
wrote three lonely words
in the kitchen sink
"I love you." But the words
slowly dripped down the drain
silent in their path,
stripped of their name

She'd offered him her heart,
but he couldn't do the same
now her heart rests on ice
waiting to be claimed
Her love seems dead forever,
though her body never died
Some call it murder,
others say it's suicide

she needs a love transfusion
to revive her icy veins
since she numbed her sense of feeling
to block out all the pain
Maybe she'll find a transplant
and the heart's noble owner
will be the one to love her
as she loves her organ donor.

Quantum Physics

2009-11-25T09:16:00.003-05:00

You stare at me
through a looking glass
not knowing that I can't be understood
when I can't even find myself
when alone in a room

I'm bouncing around
against all walls and odds
trying to find my escape
from an unpredictable fate

how can i be in one place with you
when i'm in every place at once
I've lived and died a million times
I've seen so many setting suns

i'm the cat in the box
maybe soaking in acid
or playing russian roulette
in another universe

i'm split into halves
thrown into different worlds,
one where i don't...
and one where i do

tell me, is this the version
where i end up with you?
I can't tell...
too busy playing catch with twenty-two

can you predict my next move?
can you put me in my place?
tell me your theory
tell me if you win the race

because I can't make up my mind
my choices hide in the stars
i may be here right now
but tomorrow i'm so far

so don't try to solve me
or figure me out
just know that at some point
I had trigger in mouth
taking an express train
to a better known version
of me.

Godiva

2009-02-28T05:03:00.035-05:00

he said he found the golden wrapper
as he crawled between my legs,
gently spreading my knees,
giving my panties a tease.
it was a confident tongue
that slipped them to the side
as i tried to keep captive
my trembling surprise...

see, he badly craved a taste
of my raspberry truffle
lightly dusted with a layer
of cocoa powder.
the cursive in his strokes
made his tongue a well-versed pen
as he licked
his signature
between my thighs...

my decadence
decorated
by the cadence
of my dark version of moans
and milk version of sighs,
my baby looked up at me
with mischief in his eyes.
the god
in his tongue
met the diva
'tween my thighs,
making a smooth blend
of saliva
and Godiva
hinted by a kiss of rum,
as my sugared love
drizzled
all over his tongue.

i smiled as he took pride
in his greedy appetite.
i swear he'd catch me in a bottle
and put me in his pocket
so he can take another sip
from my syrupy faucet
but what can a sista say...
i've just got that kind of chocolate ;)

Friday The 13th

2009-02-13T03:14:00.009-05:00

28 days in this miserable month
named February.
(curses to her very existence)
and this year,
it isn't Friday the 13th
that I fear; it's the day after:
Saturday, the 14th.
a day that reminds me of my solitude
in the middle of millions celebrating
the disgusting characteristics
of love.

eew.
it really
makes me
sick.

i'm not afraid of superstitions
or solemn black cats;
ladders, spilled salt
or stepping on cracks.
today, i'm just fine
but tomorrow...i fear
that being alone
is all that i'll remember.

if i see one more damn Kay commercial
or hear about one more chick
whose man went to Jared's,
or witness one more pink heart,
Hallmark card or red rose
i'm likely to punch in a wall
or two
because, damn it all,
i deserve to be spoiled
and loved
and reminded how beautiful
and smart, and talented
and friggin' magnificent i am,
if on no other day.

but for the 24th year,
i will be
lonely
on what should be a woman's
fuzziest day...
the day that will become
my very misery
in the absence of what should be
the presence of him.

but he gave up on us.
and 28 days later,
exactly four weeks of space
in between us,
i will rise in the morning.
i will feel unloved.
i will crave the emotions
that other women will bathe in
as i remember
that this one day...
i'm a bitter lonely woman
who just wants a damn hug.

someone ask Chucky
or Jason
or Freddie
if they'll take a break from killing
and be my valentine.
it's not them i fear
on this largely cursed day.
it's cupid who scares me.

Sunday, please,
come quickly.

Silk

2009-02-06T01:34:00.008-05:00

a spider spins a sturdy web
across the distance
between two strong limbs,
angled gently against
the moon's sultry glow
as each thread glistens
with drops of glitter
from indigo skies.

a dream catcher spun of silver,
a never ending realm
forming interlocked lines of
love and deceit,
each turn a shorter distance
to the labyrinth's center
only to find upon arrival
that nothing was there.

it is not the sheltered light
trapped inside the arms of lace
or the intricate strings
on this instrument of seduction
that make this sticky canvas
so eerily stitched.

it's how it hides in the dusk
teased only by warm winds,
twilight creeping into darkness
as it feigns a harmless ripple
its beauty only rivaled
by the soft silhouette
of its prey, whose blind innocence
led her to this false embrace.

Speak Now

2009-02-05T01:04:00.005-05:00

I spoke to him last night.
He called, I answered
and to hear his voice
was to reignite a flame
but very little oxygen
was there to be consumed.

It was a slow conversation,
weighed down by heavy layers
of tension and uneasiness
after 3 weeks gone unspoken.
but we sat there, the silence
thickening over the line.

for a while, it's been difficult
to voice my concerns,
what i've learned, what i think,
and curiosity about his stance:
i wanted to express these things
but my tongue remained still.

do i spill my emotions,
when he silences his so well?
i've taken my heart off my sleeve;
too much of me was vulnerable.
do i cut her out again
so i may tell him how i feel?
but what's the use, when all he'll do
is take it in with no response.

it's not as if something will change;
miracles don't happen
in the absence of concern.
he'd have to want it, which he won't.
i'd have to fight for it,
which i can no longer do.

so i'm left with a choice:
say it now and free myself,
exhale these thoughts that keep me
sinking in diluted love.
or hold it down with lock and key
and digest it on my own
so i may silently struggle
and forever hold my peace.

It's Not Like

2009-02-03T21:10:00.003-05:00

It's not like I met him and thought he was cute
Or felt his touch from thousands of miles away.
It's not like he was every thought and smile
Or the reason I was eager to get on a plane.
It isn't as if he gripped my heart in some love locked fist
And convinced me that maybe he was worth fighting for.
It isn't like I admire his mother
Or chat often with his four best friends.
It's not like we toured a couple cities
Or had cute nicknames and inside jokes.
It wasn't even close to being like a Disney movie
Or like I wore a necklace or hugged a bear.
It's not like I envisioned our future
Or cherished each kiss until more was to come.
It's not like we chatted for hours, for months
It's not as if I finally believed in something real
Or was able to trust fearlessly for the first time.

How could it be like any of these things
When the truth is...
It wasn't even close to similar;
This is simply
exactly
how it was.

But who cares.
It's not like
I fell in love.

Glass Jar

2009-01-13T22:25:00.002-05:00

Warm Kingston winds
Bring sugar cane sounds
Into my bedroom.
They strum the beat
Of his heart
Against my eardrums
So I may hear the peace of God
In his chest
As he sleeps.

A butterfly’s wings
Envelope the essence
Of each blink and stride,
Sending echoes of motion
That transform his movements
Into a fingerprinted force
Of air against my skin,
Turning a warm breeze
Into an invisible embrace.

A strong dose of dark rum
poured into the most beautiful mold of a man
with glitter in his smile
and gold in his eyes.
enthralled by it all,
I tried to catch it in a jar:
the beauty of his noise,
his touch, his scent
but the echoes of his voice,
pressure of his fingerprints,
the beats of his heart
all broke the glass
and the love I was collecting
went as quickly as it came...
fading into the wind
like the spirits of love past.

Love In The City

2006-12-24T02:22:00.000-05:00

i can picture it:
a still image of love in the midst,
encircled by city life and stories of warmth.
i can't know what will evolve,
but i can think of how it feels
to be loved, and to love, a man like you.
so i imagine the emotion,
sketching it in my mind,
letting the words of our conversations flesh out the possibilities
and allowing me to make love to the idea of us.
then i freeze it in mid-formation,
freeing my mind from false consumption,
dizzy from inhaling so many thoughts
of things that may never develop into reality.
so i release the idea from my mind,
smearing the memory of love on a canvas
so that i never forget the moment
when we one day created a masterpiece.

R&B

2006-12-22T16:10:00.001-05:00

I want to write a poem of rhythm and blues,
To compose a smooth and melodic tune
To the rock of your walk and the roll of your stroll,
To the hip-hop beat-bop of your neo-soul
I hum to the mere thought of you,
And if I could paint your image in acrylic stains,
I would never complete the canvas of your frame
So I groove on the smooth strides of your terrain,
Hear the beat drop slow and cool like rain
Cuz it's you that I groove to
I replay your voice in my head cuz I choose to
And not cuz you're stuck in my head like a played-out chorus
I write lines of music notes that play songs just for us
My words a treble verse over the bass of your grace,
Got me noddin' my head to your rhythmic pace
In your presence I hear reggae in the air
Feel my waistline wind to the bass line
Hips and lips all move in unison
A glow in my skin bright like full moons
Cuz it's you that I groove to
No other man's music so could easily move through
My mind as I see the jazz that dances in your eyes
How can I not be moved by the warmth of your groove
So let me write you a poem of rhythm and blues
To the rock of your walk and the roll of your stroll,
To the hip-hop beat-bop of your neo-soul
Because you are a composition
That my soul can never erase.

Inside

2006-06-27T07:04:00.000-04:00

i'm longing for a sense of utter completion,
that kind of full stomach feeling of a meal I can't digest,
not that I'd complain because having a belly full of that kind of love
would put starvation to the test...
Pharmeceutical companies could bottle your namebrand and sell you as a cure for anorexia
cuz ain't no way you'd catch me dieting when i'm already overdosed on your prescription,
gaining weight in my cerebrum, under my tongue, in my middle, between my legs...
anywhere, anyplace my body can fit you.
tasting you is sacred
and swallowing you is like having the seeds of the earth travel to the core of my existence
only to plant itself into the warmest parts of my flesh
to sprout into the most beautiful example of life
because when you are inside of me in any kind of way,
I am more alive than during any other momentary peace I can find.
and having that moment, feeling you travel down my middle so warm and smooth
like a shot of Vodka caught on fire on my tongue,
sparkling its flames with fervor down my throat--
those are the split seconds of satisfaction that I crave when i'm without you.
i love when you are so united with my body
that you entangle me in 50 states of confusion
so that i have to retravel my footsteps on a roadmap
that you can retrace a million times with your skills of direction
to the point where I don't remember where I've been or where i'm going
because having you inside of me is the only place i know...
and with your compass pointing north you guide us
to some far away place full of uncharted territory,
but i don't care where you are going, as long as it is somewhere
deep
inside of me.
and the only thing different between you in me yesterday
and you in me an hour ago and you in me now
is that every time you enter me, you get a little deeper
until deep is just a word that dissolves in the bottomless sphere of your love
and how well it can fulfill me.
i want you inside...need you inside of me
can't live on my own without your coexistence guiding me
because with you i'm fulfilled...
and to be without you is an incompleteness that i never want to experience.

Write On

2006-05-04T14:27:00.000-04:00

I color you Creative,
& call you Conscious,
In this bland environment
That begs for your opinion
You will write it back to fruition
because your words revive the soul
and the world needs to hear you....
so Write on, my sister. Write on.

Dissolve the chains of oppression,
erase the concept of sexism
in a world where every second,
there's a new definition
for "feminism."
you inhale intelligence
and exhale wisdom,
speaking justice into existence,
your voice is like a freedom song
and the world needs to hear you....
so Write on my sister. Write on.

Just Like Jamaica

2006-03-14T22:13:00.000-05:00

Like cocobread and patties,
Ting and Kola champagne
Tasting you sends crazy satisfaction through my veins
You suck the life out of me,
Like stubborn mosquitoes
I welcome you,
translating you like Bien Venidos
into stares and body language only we understand
You make me feel richer than a Negril suntan
You remind me of Jamaica,
as calm as the shores of Mo' Bay
As glamorous as Negril,
As relaxing as Ocho Rios
The way you move through me
Like West Indian winds
The ease at which you make me fly like Hummingbirds
Smelling Hibiscus flowers—in other words:
You are like watching the stars on Red Hills
Like walking bear-foot in soft mahogany soil,
running in warm breezes through Fern Gully,
Like sipping Horlicks or Milo
Or sucking mangos to the pit
If Utopia existed on earth,
This is it
because you are my Kingston.
And I shall never forget Jamaica.

Death

2005-11-29T21:22:00.000-05:00

Leave it to me
To think so deeply.
Words come and go;
Breathe them in.
Write them out.
With a click of the pen
I slit my wrists
To bleed out my creativity.
I murdered notebook sheets
with a smooth rich ink.
In this emotional suicide
I gave my life
so that my words could breathe
and tell my story.
Life exists
among this bloody calligraphy.
They found my body
suffocated by my soul:
an empty pen that gave its life
so that my words could merely
exist.

Sweetness

2005-11-04T00:02:00.000-05:00

I dream of times when I travel across hills of berries,
crossing rivers of sweet red syrups
passing through valleys of raw chocolate,
gardens of green apples, fields of licorice
and climbing mountains
of the richest brown sugar,
in search of the sweetness that i know lies in your lips,
looking for the taste that has arrested my tongue to its tip,
placed my tastebuds in shackles
and I just can't escape
the prison of your flavor

so I linger on, lost like dorthy in oz
venturing beyond the land of cold bitter houses
and into this warm place of comfort and serenity
smelling your aroma in the air,
the anticipation of your touch heavy in the breezes
I walk, aimlessly searching for you,
your beauty manifested with every sweet second that passes
as I wonder how long this separation will last,
how long it will take to reach you,
touch you, taste you, embrace you

i dream of streams of liquid love,
of air condensed with the presence of your essence
allowing the echo of your voice to seep into my ear,
banging symphonies against my eardrums,
moonlight sonatas floating in my mind
I dream these lovely things as I sleep peacefully
traveling deeply into this newly found Utopia,
this land of mouth-watering sparkling Fruitopia
chocolate for dirt, mocha for sand
red wine floods the seas
blueberry-swirled vanilla spun into the sky

I fear nothing but the thought
of waking up to the bitter reality
of sour truths in my disillusioned youth,
bad tastes in my mouth from the foul-flavored facts of life
so I dream, I dream
of times when I travel across hills of berries,
crossing rivers of sweet red syrups
passing through valleys of raw chocolate,
gardens of green apples, fields of licorice
and climbing mountains
of the richest brown sugar
to find the sweetness that was made only for me

Lynch

2005-10-23T01:09:00.001-04:00

Look up at the beauty of a fighter with no hope
Cut smooth by a thick white wire in his throat
Blackened by more than sunshine: fire's perfect roast
Look how he swings higher than coastlines
This is the result of being tightened by the rope
He hangs like an ornament on Christmas trees
The smell of human flesh thickens in the breeze
Like strange fruit, with strange juice staining his frame
They only cared that he was hanged, didn’t care about his name
Back & forth sways his body on the branch
To the music in the wind, he does a solemn dance
Thousands have invested in this brown country crop
That's harvested under a hot sun like cotton
In the sweetest fields swings a body grown rotten;
In the leaves flies the souls of thousands forgotten
In the pages of history and the passage of time
Shame on those who found disturbing glory in this crime
Murdered by dirty hands, without a trial or case
Hung on account of the hatred of his race
Wish the occurrence of such a crime could be erased…
Wish I could cut down every tree limb that harbored such disgrace.

Save My Soul

2005-10-14T02:43:00.000-04:00

Skin is sensitive, soft, smooth,
Searching for something so suave and soothing
In need of a sensual, sexual, seductive some1 to sex me
And send me senseless
Make me lose sight and ignore sound,
Surrender my soul, only u can save me
I'll savor each sip of your succulent lips
As you send me on ships to the next side of the world
On the waves of the sweet, safe sound of our bliss
As it drips to the ground like sweat and settles
And softly sends drops down my spine,
Smoother than silk, oh, so so fine
Softest, softer, soft...
Save my soul, I think I'm lost

Now I sit in silence, slowly shutting out the violence
that my mind fights because it's so hard
to not be caught up in the sound of your sweet voice
as it shoots though my head,
ringing in my ears like symphonies
orchestrated for you and I
I sigh at the simple thought of you between my thighs
I shiver at the slightest silver shimmer in your eyes
Each sound I hear is like an echo of your voice
And each sight I see is some essence of you and me
Love so thick, I can stick out my tongue and taste it
I should close all windows and doors so I won't waste it
I bathe in it, it drenches me even when you aren't here
It's floating freely, too much to handle
It surrounds me, keeps me grounded
In this foreign place that has my heart pounding...
I surrender, baby, you're the boss...
Save my soul, I think I'm lost

I want nothing more than to go under covers,
Searching sheets and pillows for the softness of your skin,
Watching your sexy brownness blend in like watercolors against my satin
As you complement my bed spreads,
Legs entangled with arms,
Kisses matched by sighs and moans
I want you to take me home spiritually
I want to love you until my love is exhausted,
Kiss you until my mouth runs dry
the slightest breeze against my skin is a tease,
Making me crave the sensation of your touch when u please me
Should sugar touch my mouth,
I then search for you and wish for the taste of your lips
You melt my heart, I'm completely soft
So baby please,
Save my soul, I think I'm lost

Rapture

2005-09-21T04:43:00.000-04:00

the look in his eyes...
his gaze held so tightly
that I could feel his pupils read me
like his every blink could write me
as if he knew my every crevice;
felt like he memorized me,
disguised me in his thoughts
so he could privately recite me
He could solve my every mystery,
like a puzzle in his mind
he'd jumble all my pieces
just to see what he could find
can't compete with his stare
so my vision remains ablaze
as i am caught up in the rapture
of his mesmerizing gaze.

New Roads

2005-07-03T19:01:00.000-04:00

You were a new road to him:

A new little shortcut

From the original route

Fresh tar, barely sun-dried.

Black, and bold, just how he likes ‘em.

And he hugged your curves

With the greatest of ease;

Ignored your speed limits

And ran with the breeze.

Crossed the lines more than once,

Yet still you are relieved

By the cool feel of his ride

As he strides over your smooth terrain.

He leaves skid marks

On your once-flawless frame

And then signals “goodbye,”

Turning left, leaving you in the cold

While he searches for a new useful road:

A new shortcut

to get him out of the traffic.

Now you remain abused,

once a black and beautiful path

Whose desire is to simply

Be the long way home.

And now you are pale and gray,

Waiting for the day

When your cement will be repaved

And ready to be found

As just another shortcut.

Celestial Woman

2005-04-02T17:43:00.000-05:00

It is the moonlight in my skin,
that's why I glow in the dark
it is the night-time in my beauty
the bright crescent moon in my smile
and the eclipses of my eyes,
each sparkle in my pupils
a collage of constellations
i hula-hoop in the rings of Saturn,
playing jacks with the stars
shooting pool with the planets,
sinking them into neverending black holes
spinning on the merry-go-round
of Mercury's orbit
yes, I am a Black Woman
and for me, the world turns
and the universe
is simply my playground.

Timeless

2004-09-27T03:23:00.000-04:00

If i could spin him counterclockwise until all time was erased
and send him back to the beginning of the human race,
give him the breath of eternal life and the kiss of youth,
I know his heart would guide him to what I already know as truth...
He would dream beautiful dreams of a love he can't yet touch,
living year by year, craving what's out of reach so much;
then I could prove to ancestors that He Loved me so deeply
that he relived millions of years, simply to seek me.

Bittersweet

2004-09-24T04:50:00.001-04:00

...he quenched my thirst for knowledge with shot glasses full of lies
that went down warm and sweet; seemed like molasses to my eyes
But shoulda known he tricked me, that he slipped me a surprise,
cuz he knew what he was doing, gave me whiskey in disguise
See, i asked him for the truth, served fresh and sweet like orange juice
but shoulda known he threw the truth out with the bitter peels of fruit
Because any truth that's hidden is like apples made forbidden,
isolated and prohibited so Truth is never given.
He shot a hole through my heart and threaded me with a string,
pulling me along until i bled for everything
My cries were his smiles, my mistakes his suit of armor...
whatever made me weak only served to make him stronger.
All those lies he fed my soul simply kept me under control
while my belly was full of bullshit, my heart was left a hole
But now my eyes are open cuz i know his love ain't real
took a year for him to tell me, to confess how he really feels.
Although it sometimes breaks our hearts, She proves to be a savior:
TRUTH, the best soul-sweetener no matter how bitter its flavor.

Lens

2004-02-03T18:53:00.001-05:00

I
Zoomed in. Saw the
Blur
Of brown skin,
A hue I’d recognize if the image were
Sharper.
I zoomed out and saw the
Form of a man.
A shape I would have known
Had i
Been a bit closer.
I put down the
technology-driven machine
That specializes in
10.0
megapixels.
It was then I realized that
Five feet away,
At the perfect distance,
stood the love my eyes had squinted at
Through an unknowing lens.