Zombies in the Kitchen like Roses

There's a killer in the kitchen. The knife feels good in my hand. I'm thinking about zombies and female killer. The dominant male killing streak ends between these killings and I want to know how she could make herself do it and how long did her thoughts develop into a killer chick with attitude. I'm talking about Stacy Strickland. When she killed her boyfriend, he was talking to a friend of hers but there was no contact for sex, just a touch of common ground that led him to believe her when she said she wanted to kill him and that she meant it. He was close. But she got closer. He died on her birthday which sealed the pleasure she felt when she had thought about it. There's something more to this I believe would shed light into my feelings of fear from dead corpses and living lovers. I have to know more. The End. The smell is sweet.

It's Not Safe

I'd compose a song but it'd be sung,
I'd help you find buried treasure, but it'd be found.
I love you until eternal life passes by me,
I'd grab your hand but he defines me,
I went past him.
You went past him.
You choose to play ahead,
I just played a game,
It's not safe.

By: Brandy Ruiz

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Dream Wave

The water makes its way towards me. My fear jolts my every move. I run from the large waves that form beyond the beach. I'm afraid the children and adults, including me, will drown or have to swim to higher ground. I make it to higher ground to my shock, another wave forms. Oh how I wake in fear of giant waves!! It comes to my surprise. I shall not look any further, but I do. I look and feel the waves take shape for the sole purpose of washing away all of our fear. I'm plenty sure that I can escape and the children can swim when this happens. I survive another night. There's plenty to live off from and large waves is one mode of energizing dreams; Dreams that we put into motion for everyday living. Let's live and let live. Let's live with our fears. Let's live without fear. Let's love our dreams and lives.

Shallow Hal Analysis

I just watched Shallow Hal for the third or fourth time. It's sick. I wonder if Jack Black would get over the fact that he kissed the maid instead of his girl who was talking to guests in the going away party. She is disgusting for being such a fat face and he loves her anyway. I think anyone else would have gave up on the chase of beauty in the fat f***. He took her out at the end of the movie which made the assumption that they were going to get married based on her carrying him out. He couldn't have done it because she was too heavy. I agree that some people are beautiful on the inside but give me a break. This relationship is bull s*** that gives a happy feeling of dork satisfaction. If you like dorks, the movie is a hit. I think Shallow Hal is fun, but I doubt that another man that was hypnotized would stay with the same relationship to begin again when so much effort was given off to begin with that would have left the man exhausted. So maybe I'm saying, exhaustion wins over love. What do you think?

Chris Brown - Anyway (Explicit Version) ft. Tayla Parx

The relationship is jacked up. 

Chris Brown - Fine By Me

The relationship is jacked up.

Flowery

Super red and purple,

The flowers bloomed so super,

it's like life meant truth,

the misery met happiness,

So much to touch,

I'm close but it's almost never enough,

I can do it if I walk to them,

I'll set the timer,

My heart's going a hundred miles per hour,

My mind is at a snail's pace,

When I reach the flowers,

I'll smell the poses,

I'll be able to show my face,

And truth exposed.

By: Brandy Ruiz

Let Me Up

All the people,
All the people inside of me,
They GO,
They let it Go.
I breathe, "What's up?!"
Have they had enough
to give them,
Give them a little something,
that's enough.
I'd share my secrets but they're too much;
The different people come to fame
and that's the game.

The Fails of a Pumpkin Witch

Stop the garden witch!
The witch
in the garden, like
I didn't eat pumpkins.
I didn't,
squash is delicious.

A Love Letter from My Notebook

7/21/2015

I keep thinking about (name withheld). It's healthy, and selfish, but I keep doing what I have to do. I see that (sex withheld)'s safe. I feel that (sex withheld)'s near and close. You are one of the voices I hear. The way I walk around the street is dangerous. It's a reason I'm being checked on. I get tired but I want (sex withheld) in the cold. I'm worried about my wants. I know I want HIM. And I know what it's like to be liked by someone bigger. It's scary. The good times flew by and only I was left to make with life and keep a decision. I felt better with you near, but away. I suffocate when you're close. I'm "Never Been Kissed" influenced. I love you.

Thirsty?

My sister started calling Coca Cola, "El trago".

It's here

It's a killer out there. I'm in here. I'm safe. I can't quit.

The Years Come With Fan

Oh you got the right, my friend.
Oh, how the spirit mends to look,
shows shelter near seeing sites,
The signs so scare the knowing person.
The waiting spirit lends its time;
You are here now!
But the attention I fear leads me to cry for you to depart from me.
The life, your energy is all there, and
you're not just the air in the fan,
You're something, someone, messed up.
Our heads aren't on straight.

By: Brandy Ruiz

Failed Haiku Pants

06-01-2015
My leggings fall,
overweight,
I'm fat,
My feet,
There's water on the floor!
I just came back from "the envelope" being dropped off,
I ate pizza too.
My feet smell rancid,
I go off,
"Smelly FEET!"
Should I wash 'em?

By: Brandy Ruiz

Note: I did with a yellow bar of sink soap

I'm Singing, Mmmm Drop, NOW what lead?

My singing concern is like my freeze tag playing memory: I tried, we were all invited, but I didn't win. Now I'm really tripping: Did I play? For how long and what did I do for the rest of my time?

Out Of One Thousand Dollars

Penny wanted my burritos de frijoles, but I said no.
But I ate it.
The plate left a stain on my bed.
Yellow is not my bed sheet color,
The stain is round. Oval?
Penny came for the remainder.
I dropped beans of my glass, my sweats, and fingers.
After eating I threw away tortilla.
I ran to wash my hands and serve myself more juice.
But there were frijoles in my glass cup.
I washed my cup, served my fruit punch,
I spilled my fruit punch,
I need to clean it up and I do.
Then I hear my brother's shoes,
He'd said a rap song,
I remember the squeak.
I'm done cleaning and drinking,
but I'm not done listening to rap music, or playing with Penny.

Real Phone to Keep

My poems are free
I freestyle cool-etically
I'm ready frantically- the furniture!
(Gasp] The ghost crowded for strength.
They look good enough to me my masseuse, I panic,
my phone's stories are juicy,
but they are mine, all mine.
I sleep, walk, charge, and upload to it, with me
The world is exposed through the zinging eye of visits,
The upload percent flickers,
and I know my sister is alright.
Eighty-one percent to eighty-eight
and now ninety-one,
I went insane with excitement,
Ninety-nine and the upload!
"The Sea Star" is mine.
I wanted to stack my stomach like pancakes or tiny library comic books.
There's a Clippers game last Sunday,
I'm in the past and home in the present.

By: Brandy Ruiz

White Phone Case

I wait for my phone,
My stomach hurts,
She starts,
there are no leafs to scramble about,
there was a boy to hear,
I felt him because I thought he is to explain the reasons for my compliance to keep writing,
He's only, Presence.
The blue ball shows on my sleeve,
It reminds me of the Gatorade Fierce Blue Cherry present next to me on the table and my slit wrist sleeve anchored by my royal blue hair band, my basketball tattoo and my large hawk tattoo,
I'm distracted by my phone and now my page of paper and pencil.
The days rear-end me and the times I'm counseled get lost, or get,
Finding, struggling, detesting, arrangements that need to be made are met,
and art is one solution as food is to provisional poverty times I can find my phone to upload video, pictures, and text messages as up-to-date, I am queen.
I uploaded photos and now they're public as am I on foot,
but do not eat me please,
The truth, I made cherry pancakes this morning,
Oh, I am a bad Chinese dog restaurant.

By: Brandy Ruiz

Radio Waves

The world is too large,
I'm reminded of a mentor, then
I need a CAT Scan to check for a tumor,
I want to go to sleep,
to not take care of it,
It's not happening.
The thought or the soup of the day is exact,
The result is not exact change for repetition or change;
The radio is food.
I feel the mental chain thinly on the top pain of my teeth
I forgot, they're back,
It's my favorite artist.
I have to pee now and need "somebody to lean on...",
I'm caught liking the DJ's version,
A ghost boy scares me to my liking too,
he's a surprise,
I love the stream,
I feel it's overload,
I go pee.
I see you self, and wait,
it's there again, ON
It asked "why", three times in the mix.

By: Brandy Ruiz