Poetry
I search for instructions on how to garden The pictures are filled with manicured lawns Soft grass in meadows bursting with flowers in place of my dried brambles and thorns Dandelion seeds longing to scatter Sheltered by the willow tree A sea of white blinds my kaleidoscope colors Hedges keep
Poetry
I feel like a kid again Walking beside you Dappled light filters through your obstacles You're no stranger to pain Struggles unseen Fanning their flames when you could have been mean In choosing to be better there's no slate to wipe clean By switching the order
Poetry
I am not my gender I am not my sexuality I am not my school I am not my family I am not my lover I am not my ideals I am not my job I am not my ordeals I am not my choices I am not my contributions
Writing
Why do I feel like I can't? There's this pressure to understand it before I send it to anyone. New creations still make me feel kinda shaky, does that ever stop? What did I write? It's a stream of consciousness. It took almost 15
Poetry
Black spindly legs Barbed wire hugging my insides Wrap me in bubbles Giving season awaits A moment of violence Branches of blackened ash Circular patterns on my mind Comfortably vicious Endless resistance Maybe I had to break A scarred lesson Reminding me to bend
Poetry
I release the weight of alien expectations Take a step forward unaware of presentation Wondering if the ground and I will meet before the ocean Lonely guarantees in the certainty of motion Truth falls easily from chapped lips Droplets of Schrödinger’s poison A reinforced dam with a sturdy gate
Poetry
Spindly spider fingers dig into my flesh Invisible wire wraps round I force my self to bend If it's mine, why is it your shame I don? Coiling around me in venomous tendrils My dress was not a come-on Guilt you sowed in my chest I now uproot
Poetry
I want to write a poem for you But you don’t really let people in So I can only write for the father I’ve had Not the one you wish you had been Deep beneath the skin of a man little boy cries frozen in time For a
Poetry
While you were frozen solid I was falling on my face When I offered you a hand My progress was displaced In the face of your suffering I prefer to walk alone Rather than cut off pieces Trying to keep you whole All the darkness I witnessed Contrasted by beams
Poetry
Brown eyes brighter than the sun I saw the world through yours before I ever grew my own Strong hands forged in fire and stone You stood stalwart between my light and the unknown Sour words that stung in my youth Turned bitter after half a decade apart Lemonade sweetened
Poetry
In another life Crescent moons adorn your arms Slipping through my fingers Cocooning an ugly charm A silver touch, soft fingers Gliding across my scalp A luminous smile Feeds a fresh start A whispered plea Let's never be apart Sadly I've grown An unattached heart I&
Inklings
Cuando tu paladín responde a tu poema con un poema Bajo cielos marchitos, levanto mi acero, no como arma, sino como faro sincero. Un juramento me une a almas errantes, protector de vidas, guardián constante. Oro y plata tiñen mi armadura, pero es el corazón quien dicta mi bravura. No