A new month is just around the corner and that means another poem by Vanessa Matic, the poet/hustler/muse/model from New York.

A GIRL NAMED WINTER

If I could pick a day to die
Just one wish in the wishing well
Two days before my birthday, nothing
more to say

If I’m pale or gray, better
Or on a sunny day clever

If I could pick a day we could
go away, to say words I will not
regret I never regret for I make no
bets on the grounds of any kind of love

For it’s an obscure object of desire
The gold sun looming in the scent of air
cooling.. For winter is giving you a splinter

I knew a girl named Winter she pieced me
like a splinter

She turned around and said to me
The flowers are dying and it’s an
endless sea I knew that girl named
Winter and she pierced me like a
splinter and as she grew right in
and thru my body ached and died
and evolved all too soon

I’m lost in translation on lust and stupidly on
concentration I cannot go beyond lust, it
always turns to dust?

In the morning, in alarm
Like dead sirens.. Noises of white noise
Such as ringing silence and light scales your
bones but my skeleton won’t tell

Maybe it’s as fragile as it does not appear
but I’m romanticizing with fears that linger like
a filth

Like the feeling of love
gone bad, best thing you’ve ever had
I’m romanticizing ways of fascination

Is it selfish, is it manipulation

To get the reeling, the right sensation and
then it leads to the vacancy

The end of destination
I just want to fall in love again
I don’t even know why I don’t even
think it ever happened but when I was
very young and that’s to young to be really in love

Maybe..

I just know I hallucinate then all of the stars in the sky blur
and double twice with shiny tears.. And after all no one promised
a thing

– Vanessa Matic