forever sunsetforever sunset in Free Verse More Like This
the sun rises and sets upon my heart
in equal joy.
the yellow mist of the sky
catches my eye briefly
and fills my heart with wonder.
perhaps we are the forgotten
the laborers of love
who breathe life daily
finding the beauty in a simple sunset
or yellow canary
everyone else would care to ignore.
life has become a traffic jam
in a city with no power.
we hesitate to move
the lack of the simplest change
of lights from green
i turn around
and am confronted by
a yellow light.
and we hesitate to move
or stay behind.
things continue to change-
the lights flash above me
and we move quickly
to catch a glimpse of something
to take our breath away.
this city is always changing
that yellow sunset always looks the same
no matter which rooftop
i stand upon.
my putrid sophisticationmy putrid sophistication in Free Verse More Like This
We all die at 15
didn't you know.
i felt that hole
you only pulled it open
with blank stares
and crooked smiles
as you pointed at my impurity
and somewhat lack of style
though i swore i looked better
then all of you.
it only took an hour in my life
or so it seemed
until i gave into subtle touches
and that Fred Ester effect
that all the girls wanted but me
or so it seemed.
i lived in that hole
cutting out the girls that laughed
the boys that didn't understand
even my parents that pushed me
a little to hard
until i would cry in front of them
and not talk
until they would hold me
and everything would be alright
if only it would be alright.
We all wanted to die at 15
didn't you understand.
i pushed everyone away
the people that had made me this way
i hated them, life
the people who sought to fix me
couldn't understand my pain
and fear of the light
being normal and actually standing out.
god, what's it's like to fear being
maybe my blood made me stronger
i dream as a lion.i used to dream about sinking into the ocean. i used to dream about going up in flames and finding redemption in the way that the ash fell from my hands. now, when i dream, i think about the way that passion used to light my veins. i think about the pain that pinched my limbs and the cramps that woke me screaming in the middle of the night. i dream about the agony - the way i would stare at the sun and call it living. the way that i called each bleeding wound life and each burned palm passion.i dream as a lion. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i was the girl that swallowed the world and spit up the ocean. i remember the way that the mountains scraped my throat and the slaughter of the world settling into the pit of my belly. i remember the bitterness hitting the back of my throat and the way that even when i doubled over, even when i screamed out, even when i hit my knees that i was crying hallelujah. the way that the world was brighter for the pain and the way that i believed the only way i could see was when i was saltwate
i never liked life until.i never liked numbers until i watched you do math.i never liked life until. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and somehow between the derivatives and the way you made the calculations dance, i fell in love with the logical precision of how they added up, the poetry you weaved on graphs with a pencil behind your ear and a slow smile curling your lips. and when i sat on your lap, counted the kisses, multiplied the desire, divided the distance and subtracted the inhibitions, i decided i might be mathematically inclined after all.
i never liked roller coasters until you took me on one.
and somehow between the buckling down and the gripping your hand as the car shook forward, i fell in love with the stomach-dropping, jaw-aching beauty of letting go and finding yourself flying instead of falling. and when i looked over and saw your grin stretching your face and your quick laugh getting stolen by the wind, i decided that i might like losing control and free-falling after all.
i never liked the rain until you danced with me in it.
and somehow betw
FrozenThe girl was seated on the bench again. For two weeks she had returned, again and again, and always she sat in exactly the same place. The bench she sat upon seemed altogether ordinary, it was a simple wrought-iron with dulled black finish and a back at precisely the wrong angle for comfort. This did not appear to affect the persistence of the girl's visits at all. For it was not the bench she cared for.Frozen in Short Stories More Like This
The girl hurriedly turned the page of her Algebra textbook. She had no patience for numbers. In truth, when she sat on the bench, she had patience for very little. She reminded herself of the pace she had set for Algebra. Five problems in between each look. Five problems, she thought to herself again. Only five.
But it was so tempting to break the promise she had made to herself. Every time she heard a tourist gasp, her heart began to thud with anticipation. On the outskirts of her vision she saw so many kinds of shoes shuffling along the limestone floor and stopping short as they admi
Em Toda A Sua PerfeicaoComo eu poderia esquecerEm Toda A Sua Perfeicao in Free Verse More Like This
os lábios que eu sempre almejei tocar,
sempre tão inalcançáveis,
como aquelas galáxias,
mas mais distantes.
Como eu poderia esquecer que,
não importa o quanto eu beije e ame,
eu nunca encontrarei alguém igual a você.
Como eu poderia dizer que eu não te amo mais
sabendo que, se eu tivesse a chance,
se você deixasse,
uma única vez,
eu te abraçaria tão forte
que acabaria chorando.
Eu choraria tão alto que eu te odiaria,
e então te beijaria.
Como eu gostaria que tudo tivesse sido uma mentira.
Como eu gostaria que fosse tão verdadeiro
e tão real quanto parecia ser.
Como eu queria que você me amasse.
Mas eu sei que você não mentiria sob as estrelas.
Eu sei que você nunca desperdiçaria o brilho
e a benção delas.
Por aeons, elas explodiram e se juntaram,
explodiram e se juntaram,
apenas para que pudessem fazer você,
em toda a sua perfeiç
OucaEu não quero que a gente "goste" um do outro.Ouca in Free Verse More Like This
Eu quero ser dilacerado toda vez que ouço sua voz
sussurrando no meu ouvido
sobre todo o desespero que te invadiu
pois cada "tchau" que damos agora
soa um pouco como um "adeus".
Eu não quero que você tenha coragem o bastante
para fugir daqui comigo
e largar tudo para trás.
Eu quero que você tenha coragem o bastante para ficar
e lutar por tudo em que nós acreditamos.
Eu não quero que sejamos um casal feliz.
Eu quero que sejamos dois rebeldes,
com o sangue fervendo de ódio
contra quem quer que desaprove.
Eu não quero que simplesmente sejamos livres.
Eu quero que libertemos todo mundo.
Eu não quero que sejamos mornos.
Eu quero que sejamos fogo.
Eu quero que queimemos tudo.
from inside my veins.i want to sing out of tune,from inside my veins. in Free Verse More Like This
become undone, fly a giant
marshmallow to the moon;
i want to jump on a sponge
three miles long and a mile wide.
i want to speak in bubbles,
just to pop all the words i wish
i hadn't said.
because i'm allergic to the sound
of wind-chimes, sea-food, and the
coasts of france.
i'm dying to become someone, but i don't
think i have a chance.
so i will throw my beer caps away,
i'll light the warehouse all ablaze.
and maybe i could lay down in the grass,
maybe i could sleep beneath
the constellations, dream about
Achilles' heels, take a breath
and breathe out sunflowers.
oh, it could happen,
one of these days.
i could be sitting at the bus stop,
and suddenly a millionaire
could be tripping, and i could catch him,
charm him, maybe. who knows?
and then i'd have sixty million pennies,
lined up in my saving's account.
and i could buy a beach house
on the coast of maine, i could
live to breathe a hundred years.
maybe i could be someone,
maybe i could.
after all, fate is
Of leaving pieces.Understand this: that love is a religionOf leaving pieces. in Free Verse More Like This
of birds, of restlessness, of flight.
Of moving somewhere warmer when the cold sets in,
of longing, of leaving, of being
the one left behind, of feathers,
of an empty nest in the heart of winter,
nestled in some firm elbow of brittle branches
that stopped reaching for the sky when the last
leaf fell, bleak against a landscape of
blacks and whites and greys save for one
little piece of red string,
tucked lovingly among the twigs,
so dutifully gathered, piece by piece,
by a creature who had seen winters before,
but made a home for himself here anyway.
A Family StrollA Family StrollA Family Stroll in Free Verse More Like This
It's not like I don't see you
It's not like they didn't notice
All we did was walk by
Just the three of us
Just talking about classes
One my little "man"
The other is her sweetheart
I'm not just walking with them
They are not just walking with each other
We are our own little family
They are in love, they are holding hands
I am their supervisor, they call me mom
Saying dad is to painful for one of them
Just a family stroll during lunch
What harm could it be?
But there you all are, staring as we walk by
I heard the hurtful ones say
"Oh my god that is disgusting"
I can feel your stares burning through the back of my head
Well listen hear honey
Last time I checked you didn't know what love is
Last time I checked these two fit the quota for a picture perfect love
And right now they deserve to be together
Just a family stroll
Just a proud transgender boy,
a bi-sexual girl,
Church of ThoughtI want to build a libraryChurch of Thought in Free Verse More Like This
And shelve it with every book ever burned.
I want to build a library
And invite in all the pastors and preachers and woebegone popes-
Send them wandering through the breathing books,
Willingly lost in the dust motes and the cinnamon paper and the quiet conversation of
Wilde and Shakespeare and Darwin and Plato.
I want to build a library
For all the puppets and their strings.
And there, in that long-awaited Church of Thought
Let them decide
Who the real gods are.
A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he