I want poetry in my sentences.
Silky sweet lavender-vanilla,
the scent of beauty in the words I spit.
A new approach to voicing my feelings,
a new approach that will get me heard.
The eyes of my audience,
out of this world.
Drink me in.
Ripples:
I say something, ....something.
he repeats,
she repeats,
they understand beyond recognition.
My fellow aliens,
undisguised.
Oh, how I thought you all belonged.
Oh, how I used to wish, as did I.
But now I find beauty in my absence.
Paler than your complexion,
More rigid than your edges.
Now, my coffin's essence will be the death of me.