for the girls who told her she was not beautiful,When you were eight years oldfor the girls who told her she was not beautiful,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you somehow got the idea that you
were not beautiful; maybe it was
the girls who told you so
or the boys who didn't like you back
or maybe it was the way
your parents forgot to
kiss you goodnight sometimes, I don't know,
but either way you got that idea
and you believed it for the next
twelve years of your life, and
probably to this day if you could.
It took me three years to gather up
the courage to tell you
that you are, but then again it took me
six years to pronounce specific;
speficic, pesific, pacific – you
were like that, many waters,
Stormy. I still find myself saying
speficic or pacific and
I still find myself forgetting
to remind you that you are, you really are,
and that is something I should not forget,
like how the pacific
But your eyes were brown, not blue
and the girls had told you were not beautiful
and the boys had not liked you back
and your parents had forgotten to kiss you goodnight
and I had forgotten th
We are blood and earth, not theory and chalk.I will stitch my skin togetherWe are blood and earth, not theory and chalk.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with thread of moons and stars
to contain the joy of living
and suppress the sadness of death
blinding the nonbelievers
with beams of the cosmos
you look so good
bathed in the novas and galaxies
The Sun and the MoonSpoken words and a crumbling tower,The Sun and the Moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A great death of happy memories.
Broken heart and a mumbling coward,
A blow to pride, to hope, to dreams.
Woken anger and a rumbling thunder,
A lust for sweet, vengeful rebound.
Token attacks and a humbling slap,
Another broken heart to the fire.
As the fire dies, at the end of it all,
In the smoke and pain of hopelessness,
Two people drifted apart,
To separate dreams, separate beds,
And calmer bays of day and night.
The Unkind StateIt's a state of heartbreak,The Unkind State5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's a state of mind.
It's a state of heartache,
It's a state unkind.
I'm in a state of confusion,
I'm in a state of gain.
I'm in a state of conclusion,
Yet still so full of pain?
Shattered, lost, my dreams are dead.
How could I have seen coming this day?
Even though I am loved and still well fed,
I feel my place is distant, far away.
The place for me is a state, perhaps,
That dwells within my mind.
It doesn't breathe life nor appear on maps
Unlike this state unkind.