"I am .... Desarray A. and Desarray A is the walking oxymoron to cloud 9's achilles heel. Black words written on white lines. Free verses, a bipolar rubix cube. Americas Prom Queen, sitting in Black Barbies coffin. An ongoing social experiment, Jykell and Hydes stepdaughter. I decided to be like me when I grow up. A Brooklyn N.Y native, my words are lyrics to spoken word music. I have insanity, my insanity does not have me. I am Desarray A. and Desarray A. is me."

My Pen is spiritually identically mathematically statically speaking,
turning 21, exceeding its life expectancy.
Different from yours,
it is still ignored by the 4 doors,
by the dwells of imagination.



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Monday, May 18, 2009

VIRGIN CURIOUSITY ...

I was curious

Curious upon the morning waking up,
The sun usually up beat.
The air usually crispy.
The wind blowing the fragrant aroma, sweet, trickle to my knees.
The alarms buzz by squealed tone, deems as a chipper reminder
That life, is once again able to wake within me.

I was curious

Curious upon walking through the hall,
Caterpillars shacking pass their cycle, into
The butterflies that now flutter as I see him.
The smile, of a hug, I steal a sniff.
My shyness, finds cover with hunger like abilities for prey.
I stoke, shadowing his shadow. Back to back.
Close shut, my eyes are able to dream.

I was curious

Curious upon the flood gates of desire, lust.
The warmth thought romanced by candle light.
Strawberries wrapped between melted chocolate,
Sand threw my toes. A pillow of comfort.
To lay the head of anxiety as t give myself away.
Zane unleashing the tiger within.
Words betweens pages, show me not the love I want, but the love

I want, but the love I yearn.
Tempted by faith, given days to wake, speak, letting my secret
Escape. There is no room within my mouth, to hide my agony,
Discomfort, for I want him only.

I was curious

Curious upon the phone call,
Voice of intimidation, address to love-land.
Embraced by charisma, infatuated by tails.
Finally, no more sorry, for I have finally …. There will finally
Just be. I knew he loved me!!

I was curious

Curious upon the dark,
Leaking, rodent infested walls,
To which now I call my jail cell.
I entered . . “why?”

Suffering sentence for a crime, fault of my own.
Capital punishment is put to shame.
I am in pain.
For death I prey, “please leave me not to suffer, but instead to
Die” I will not haunt you, nor tell a soul, for I requested this.
My fear creeps overwhelmingly shadowing all courage once found.
Bitter sweet blood, has now found its way towards where once
Trickled lied.
I curse. . .

Curious upon why “NO” was said soo low,
What once was the breath of human was now breathing hound.
Taking shape to all fear, as adolescences is slipped away.
My adolescences, she is gone; withering within regret.

I was curious

Curious upon waiting,
No calls. No letters. No smile. No hugs.
No sniff to steel. No flowers. No chocolate. No hi, no goodbye,
No apology, no confession, no need for 911 its too late.
An emergency is no longer needed, the damage is done.
Zane you lied.
No sacrificed was made upon my name for good faith.
The night and shining solider, bullshit.
The dive into the ocean, capturing the tear fallen once from
These very eyes.
Cinderella was a far cry from help, for she is only words written
To life in stories of page books,

And yet she has chapters, where was mine?
The smile of pearls, hair of black golden floss;
Flowing along the brown beaten path that was my backbone.

Still it was I who was curious.