I am a Shape Shifter

a whirlwind of irregularity

take me as i switch between

phases of inward smiles and falsities

odd, the edges never match

stitches of flesh sewn together

a never finished product

a never integrated masterpiece

bleeding into ungrateful lasting

sweetest thing on creations path

the coil unraveled in caring hands

twilight of surfacing competitiveness

tethered skin hanging

stature placed higher than others

statue of unworthy proportions

degrade myself with razor blades

roller coaster of ever changing dreams

prisoner to the cause

i am a disco ball

at my best when i don’t make sense

dirty little whispers

i am the beautiful lies you will discover

if you read between the lines

the torn pieces of a stormy inquisition

faithful when it suits

hypnotic equations partially intact

remaining dangling from a cord

inconsequential jagged bridges of direction

daggers aimed inward, honey

outward is also a founder to the bloodshed

i am the exodus that doesn’t exist

in your ignorant singular perception

that is placed in your reality

emotions spreading, contagious

hidden in contradicting actions

you’ll remember me

i am everything that is wrong with the world

and what remains right in a fleeting instant

like watching the comets trail the nights sky

for i am the observer

Rhiannon Beetlestone © Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved