watermelon toes
I don’t know how to say no
scalloped shrieks
floating where the wind blows
never mind holding the heaviest load
I’m so magical—I could make you explode
didn’t even give me a chance to say yes
before coming to rest on my sweet head
......
I stroll around
my deathbed,
too often.
White sheets wrapped
around the
broken
bed’s base and
cotton pillows placed
under the heaven,
Where they’ll
......
In the mirror's churning reflection, I'd gaze,
A constant distortion, a bewildering haze,
My true self obscured, by the narcissistic game,
A battle within, for my identity's name.
The mirror would twist, my image it'd bend,
As the projections took hold, a relentless trend,
I knew I was good, with a heart that was kind,
But the mirror showed a monster, a distorted bind.
......
In pursuit of rainbows, I'd tirelessly strive,
Seeking happiness and fulfillment to revive,
But the rules were ever-changing, elusive, and sly,
In this shifting relationship, I'd question why.
Each day a new dawn, with hope in my heart,
Believing in us, right from the very start,
I'd reach for those rainbows, with dreams in my eyes,
Hoping to mend what our love might comprise.
......
I was a test drive, or worse still a joy ride?
I thought it was love, and I was so blind,
Blind love messed up my life,
And finally, you left me to strive?
Now the love's like acid in my veins,
Waiting for the chance to give back pain,
The knife's twisting farther into my flesh,
And the hatred builds up like never before.
......
In the maze of doubt and insecurity, I'd tread,
Gaslit and projected upon, my spirit often led,
Every turn, a challenge, uncertainties grew,
In this narcissistic grip, I questioned what was true.
With each step I took, shadows seemed to loom,
As you gaslighted me, a relentless gloom,
Navigating the maze, my mind in disarray,
In this labyrinth of doubt, I'd search for a way.
......
In pursuit of rainbows, I'd tirelessly strive,
Seeking happiness and fulfillment to revive,
But the rules were ever-changing, elusive, and sly,
In this shifting relationship, I'd question why.
Each day a new dawn, with hope in my heart,
Believing in us, right from the very start,
I'd reach for those rainbows, with dreams in my eyes,
Hoping to mend what our love might comprise.
......
In the mirror's churning reflection, I'd gaze,
A constant distortion, a bewildering haze,
My true self obscured, by the narcissistic game,
A battle within, for my identity's name.
The mirror would twist, my image it'd bend,
As the projections took hold, a relentless trend,
I knew I was good, with a heart that was kind,
But the mirror showed a monster, a distorted bind.
......
There was a girl
Turned 23 last year
Only a year ago
She knew something had to change
So she wracked her brain
Looked for an answer
Her river of hope ran dry
They all turned a blind eye
......
In a world where I am Christen Kuikoua,
Yet each day, I question if it's truly me.
I can act, sing, and model with passion,
But my dreams face a relentless decree.
Every aspiration met with a crushing sound,
As though someone's there to pull me down.
It's a daily struggle, a living hell,
Where critiques and judgments persist and swell.
......