SIENE MICHELLE PALIZZI
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Bling

Picture
Black Hole

In the middle of my black hole

Is a portal to your heart
But when we join
You are not there for me
You lost yourself
In the wind of the storm
The water droplets of the rain
Steaming down, hot water
Washing our blood off our bodies
Chopped
I skin my leg
And you pick up the flesh
The dark world around me
Whines in distress
Two hearts
Burnt black
Consumed with pain
Frolicking on the back burner
Treatment for her, me
Not even a sigh of pleasure.

​When will he resurface for true lovemaking?

Love Potion
She put her love potion

Onto the shelf
She hadn’t met the right man
The potion had a blue tone aura
And that was her magic
Forgetfulness and warm lazy days
Came by her tea
And so live consciousness 
Filled beautiful arrays
And depressed blue lakes
By her hand
And she shed tears as a healer
Working up peace 
With her heart
Her love potion finds a suitor soon
So said the time keeper
Enriched reflective energy
Will bring her a lover.

​Protagonist 4 the People
A protest against

What is coming
She did not care about
Anymore.

Her cyborg legs
Marched
As if ordered
To appease the highest order.

The energy 
That spun her all around
Gripped her
Heart.

A shadow 
Of who she was before
Faded into a natural setting
To doze off.

She swallowed the pills,
Did the small things,
Entreated from
The big things.

The herbs
In her garden bloomed
Wow.
While the armies seized,
With no response
From her.

Her tongue
Whispered of pain
It stung in her belly
Still.

Her daughter,
The Omen,
Was losing steam
Without mom.

Her son,
The Dark,
Beat his drum
Without good reason.

Her other son
The Light,
Hid
From the masses.

I recognize
This is happening — 
A retreat, a stagnation
By my failing.

I was
Protagonist For the People.
Adam & Eve
Eve loved
In her nakedness
Her heart
Washed up on the sandy beach
Her husband’s laughter
Winded the leafy blue tree
His darkness
Rattled the nightline sky
His heart
Tore open the veil
Towards her 
He brushed
Her inner thigh
And he penetrated
Her inner core
Until sunrise
In his nakedness.​

Grey Moth
The grey moth rose during ancient times 

when turbulence was with the nation.

The grey moth rose
During
Scientific times
Technology 
Against a form of killer robots
Disguised.
Masquerade I do
Mask intended for myself
And my lover
I can’t wait to make him again
And take off the mask 
For a moment.

The grey moth rose
To attend to her work
Secret life
During
Scientific times
Disguised.
Masquerade I do
Mask intended for myself
And my lover
I can’t wait to make him again
And take off the mask 
For a moment.

​The grey moth rose

And the forewarning 
Carried out
And the play ended
The shadows came forth
Unsung heroes raised a flag
I held my wrist.
Only lost in the jungle for a minute
Protected now by him
So I can’t wait to make him again
And take off the mask
For a moment.

A time for lovers
​For me
After war.

Chillin' Like a Villian
I celebrate

The Day of the Dead
Every Sunday.
I light Mother Mary candles 
For the loved ones who passed.
My collection of skulls
With rhinestone eyes
Are my witnesses.

Black cats
Are my good luck charms,
Yellow and dark purple roses too.
I have bruises up and down my arm
Sometimes,
And a couple of turtle tattoos,
And an "I Love You Dad"
On my shoulder.
Also my good luck charms.

I love men.
I hate men.
I'm not undecided.
They like my curvy hips
And my slight belly,
And that my tits
Are like a well-kept dame's,
I melt butter for my nipples
When I'm feeling it -
It's comforting,
It's my medicine.

I prefer the dark,
Like alpine sky lines at dusk,
Or sandy beaches under the stars -
Two places I want to hang
My picture of Axel from Guns N Roses -
On a tree-trunk,
And set a couch - Yes outside,
To do my "chillin' like a villain",
And listen to the sounds
Of katydids & cicadas,
While midnight moons
Go by each night.

I paint my toes red
And my nails white,
Bloodshed & innocence all in one.
I hang with hippies and goths,
To read poetry and overdramatize,
To smoke everything in sight,
And dance inappropriately,
To light incense to the gods,
And try out some silence.

Sometimes I laugh too
When I'm doing what I love most.
​I'm doing that tonight -
"Chillin' like a villain",
I go somewhere in my mind
Where no one can touch me,
Listening to what I listen to,
And attached to my couch -
It's always placed somewhere
In the dark I love,
At least in my imagination.
It's comforting,
It's my medicine.
I'll be there this midnight
When the moon flies by.
​I Love You
Just breathe with your eyelids closed

I did that for the shortest time
And while — 
You did a million things.

My complements to you.

You ask me to be a friend
You say you cannot be
But you are
I want to be your timeless wife, amie.

Inside my mind is angst
But my eyes see
You peek at my heart and you let
Me be alive.

I like it. I want it. I love you.

She Was Painted Black
She was painted black

With metallic makeup on her lips
And eyes.

She could see in the dark
She could speak about the dark
She could feel the dark’s pain.

She was loyal to the world
On fire for so many
Advocate for the tired.

She mourned for the world
But shedding no tears
Ever.

She stayed awake in the night
Looking up often
Paying tribute to the moon and its allies.

The moon glittered across the sky
Symbol of beauty in the night
And direction to the lost.

She wanted to feel reality
Not a dumbed down reality
But the whole thing, raw.

​To Someone Who Claims My Heart
On the backdrop of the glass
I see your reflection.

It changes thirteen times
For thirteen psychotic breaks
Like facets of a diamond.

A ring lost forever more,
I… afraid I married a dark man
Of wicked dreams
Who loved me deeply
And hated me at times more.

Emerging from the darkness
Twelve other enticing men
My head turns
And you, but not you, from another parallel dimension
Takes over
Again and again.

Summer, spring, fall, winter
All four seasons
And when the wind blows on a normal day
Experience says — 
You are solid, present, compassionate, a Christian
And my “always” husband
Who is almost always there.

The deep tug on my mind
To perceive you in all your many aspects
Breaks from time to time
Like shattered glass 
For a broken mind
And you are all these things — 
Man to man
You and your parallel world selves.

But there is one by my side
Who claims my heart
Who is someone I plan to eternally know
From sweet nothings in my ear
When first dating
To living across the United States
To vows upheld
Onto that heavenly place we long to know.

To be someone you must know someone
And I know you.
You have the face of your grandfather
The eyes of your father
And the heart of your mother
You are unchanging, yet changing enough
Someone my heart beats for
Upon a smile from you.

A Letter From Today
I’m alive and life is making sense

For the first time in forever
Wind caught up in a sail
Portals everywhere but your way
Interesting and love and accomplishment
And angst.

Terror has disappeared from my life
And you look on
Forward
And I hope you're singing
Even though scars are spreading everywhere on my body
Like a spiderweb.

Clothing torn from my body
Blood smeared on my shoulders
Hard dick in my vagina
Wanting it
Crusted tears that never come
Standstill.

I’m learning to love my new life.

My Fingers are Words
My wrists are rivers of blood

My fingers are words
My brain is on fire
My heart is stolen
My song is don’t surrender
Internally I know something
Externally the world bears weight
    because I know more than something
My fingers are words
I went thru the door
The beautiful flowers were there
The sun beat down in cool weather
The mind pondered
I became
My fingers are words
They are the wind pounding the sail
I’m taking off in the sail's shadow.
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