what's up all? haven't been around in a while..been mad busy...
but i wrote this peice.. needs some critique... feedback welcome..

riddle me tender
eyelashes are tassles
simultaneously sedated assessing druge pastures
peddle the butterfly, cranking it's wings until bleeding
the sheening rays are beaming in freon
every essence of my barcoded being
i'm freezing... in eighth echo guitar
flip the baton, to break it's bar... pour out the stealth menage
scrape the stars from the sky with the corners of greeting cards
blistered sparks fizzle fog from the fissures...blurb bodyparts mangled pipes, and pin-up...

your lips slit a grey goodnight as i
curl up in abandonment with half mooned shaped eyes
drape arched over a padded plaster pillar, descending as hairgrowth
scissors are hemoraging antidotes, stencil in the grandiose pain with a pen , cut it then hem
lay these parts over my body...i rock the missing limbs
I had hoped to cling to you pouting my lips and become a girl again
a trademarked eternal kingpin
manilla luster..i rusted in wingspan
syphillus splendor
swaping a muse for a canter
careless whispers
rattle the skelaton, it's berries fall failure
stich manner with small talk memorabilia
after all, twinkle toes has become a spectacle
remove these sutures holding me together and let me peel from physical...

-Stephani

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.poetry.com < for haiku's/poetry contest, to copywrite your poems
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild


The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI