Bleached Words

White noise of chatter
devils and angels
they bask in the warmth
of their caffeine and mint breath.
The bleached shine
illuminates the clean words
that were once shunned.
Vulgar truths
replaced the measured
crispness of language past.
I sat aloof in my corner
and my eyes watched their words
create dark clouds, in which
they kept their heads.
Their clouds reached for me
like claws seeking blood
as I held up my white flag
I still refused.
My stained, acid eroded words
hid in my brown mouth
refusing to taste their
bitter, clean words
that were once as dirty
as the coffee mug by the sink.

Forcing

I step up to the plate
Hey! this should be fun!
Batter up! Batter up!
Let's give it a run
quick sand makes up home plate as I step up
Sure! Why not?
It can't be THAT rough
down I sink
every instinct screams to fight it
but there I stand sinking
holding my tongue, biting it
too sweet, too soon
Just slow down, give me some room
too desperate, too lonely
is it worth the phony?
trying not to lie, avoiding the truth
too afraid of letting the other fall
so here I stand sinking
hoping it will get better once I hit the ball.

Can't explain this at this time...but maybe you can figure it out w/o explainations.
~T~

Cookie Cutter Beauty

Pat a back
give a hug
fake a smile
sweep the dust under the rug...
Barbie, Barbie, Barbie
everywhere we turn
trying to be perfect
trying to be pleasant
being beautiful is our concern
cookies! cookies!
let us cut
doesn't matter
chocolate or peanut butter with nuts
the best are sugar coated
like me
plump and tasty.

This is another poem about self image. I wrote this a long time ago. It seems like all these girls look the same with their bleach blond hair and Gap clothes...
~T~