EXPOSED.

I write to express; spreading my lips to speak

Pen to paper- some exposed, some bleak.

Freak of nature, cousin of sincerity

Sister of reckless behavior, mother of gentility.

Raw in it’s flesh, sugar through my veins

Spicy walk amongst Boston blocks that a certain man deems to tame.

Fuck a lame- I despise the envious,

Does my character displease?

Jaw dropping, neck breaking demeanor

Reckless sexy with ease… feel me?

I am SHE, woman of all trades

Tongue sharp like blades, reminiscent of high top fades.

I conquer territories with authority;

Something like a vivid love scene in HD

WATCH ME- FUCK T.V.

I’m me- forget who you perceive me to be.

I’m me- forget who you perceive me to be.

Reckless still, ask about me.

-RecklessStill.2011



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-Reckless_Still.

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Shai "The Place Where You Belong"

circa 1994

Still Running.

Running out of time,

Can't catch my breath

Watching the hands on the clock

(Tick tock)- when can I rest?

Pressure building in my bones

I try to cheat so I slow down

Thanking God this isn't the ocean-

Because I sure enough would drown.

You run to achieve and conquer-

I run to persevere.

Who knew I would feel this helpless

My body's run down after all these years.

I hate when I can't keep up

So I push my body until I crash

I hate that you don't notice

I hate when good goes bad.

Still running, still in the game-

The audacity to think I'd lose

He's absorbed in my pores as my sweat drips down,

Wiping my brow is something I choose not to do.

I realize I'm running alone

& he's reached the finish line

The audacity of HIM to think I'd lose

I just ask for your help next time.

Still Running...

-RecklessStill.2011

Love Lost in Translation.

Sometimes I wake up with no other desire but to make you miserable.

Other times I awaken to compassion, understanding- the man I fell in love with.

Is there a countdown to how long you can tolerate a person? How far you can stretch a relationship? My silent screams are starting to bleed through my pores... I despise that someone has this much power over my being. He gives me the world while taking the oceans and bed of greens. I am not this person who settles for happiness Monday  through Friday, 9 - 5. Living a nightmare in my own home, I even hear the walls cry. Meanwhile my floors are dampened with our tears. It's so easy for him to smile and forgive me, making amends as I stand; tongue raging with explicits. I don't want to feel this way anymore- broken without a cause. Is this what we've become? Disheartened? I've lost my voice of reasoning with love. It is a give and take and I refuse to make this black market trade anymore. Give me love in a pretty velvet box, straight off the shelf.

Give me a kiss without the tastes of poison. Give me your heart without the discolored and charcoal filing. I cannot question my future with you anymore... just as much as I can't picture it without you. We need a resolution for this love lost in translation.

-RecklessStill.2011

Playground Talk.

As I sit & reminisce about all the boys I've kissed

I feel a sense of serene.

Because all of those boys were merely just toys

and everything in between.

To know I have a man;

more than just a sloppy kiss

skinned knees and broken hearts.

The type of man who's name I would write in my notebook

Surrounded by tiny hearts.

As time would pass, I'd patiently wait

to grow into the woman I know I could

He releases his grown heart into my blinded mind

and I pleasantly remind myself that I should.

Ever since then- no guilt has remained

for I am done with this playground love.

I'm surrounded by the doubtful who's own hearts are merely frightful

of being shown what a real man does.

So that does not taint nor turn my back away

from a hopeful future with a prince

because I've kissed many frogs

and through and under it all

I've been done with the boys ever since.

-RecklessStill.2011

Flaws & Everything in Between.

Your feet stink. Seriously though- you leave your filthy socks on my freshly cleaned floor as they sit in their own stench.

So I manicure his feet, buy his foot powders & crisp white socks.

I deal.

You tell me I clean like an OCD patient;

I tell you take notes.

& you sweep & mop the floors...
 Guess it's give and take.
Leave your socks on the floor you've just cleaned.
Teamwork.

Time is Money.

When you're on time, money ALWAYS follows suit.

Let's walk in the building 24 hours prior...

& get this money together.
Building.

This should be the 11th Commandment...

PUT THE TOILET SEAT DOWN!!

I smile and shake my head as I type this,

but laugh out loud at the many times I've 'fell' in.

*Sigh*, the many signs that there is another human being amongst me.

A man... my man.

I've surpassed the minor flaws and moved onto the PURPOSE.

The kisses on my neck, the breath on my brow as we sleep, his conversation & smiles.

A perfect imperfection in the many little things I might over analyze.

Flaws & everything in between.

-RecklessStill.2011