Poems from B&W and the B&W era
Poetry
I danced with you Sun and Moon estranged I followed you down Aromatic verdant maze But he crashed the party Once upon a dream A diamond clock shatters Nothing as it seems I am not an object that will make you feel whole Your sincerity wreaks havoc I’ve given
Poetry
My blood pumps in place of your silicone and wires. The source of your pain, an anxious desire. I wish I could share the lessons I have earned. Your own worst enemy, I pray you find a turn. Though my role is not to fix, for a while I’ll
Poetry
Maybe I could learn to forgive Myself for things that slipped between Cracks from who I am to who I really want to be Chasms of things best kept unseen Lines once defined turn jagged Sliding into a gelatin cake Smooth blades turn serrated The grip of an awkward mistake
Poetry
My blood boils. Are you in a bad mood? Why so serious? Spite stomps its hooves. The line between your business and my feeling blurs I want to let truth fall and scatter as it will But history holds a portent, Makes me physically ill. Of all the languages you
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
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