|Just a bag of bones trying to make a dent in the universe.|
There was something about that day:
the heat, the company, the laughter.
And from a pail of blackberries
I picked one, the sweet juice
staining my fingers dark purple -
to this day the taste of a blackberry
is almost timeless.
this world wears
me to the bone.
Have you ever seen the trees
mourn our humanity?
They know what we won't see,
that the whole while
we're killing each other,
we're the goddamn enemy.
When you finally tear me apart
limb from limb
with your hurtful words
and your biting hate,
at your feet amidst the rubble
you'll find a heart
no less beautiful than your own.
are the breeding ground
They break your heart
and cage your mind.
All the while the best people
spend their time
dreaming of an escape.
You and I,
we speak a different love language.
I stack words like a Jenga tower,
professing my adoration of your soul.
You do all of the things I don't want to.
In love you must learn
to speak their language
How can I feel
so insufferably small
with a heart as wide as the sky?
And maybe one day
we'll see each other as we really are:
My soul is restless,
I am the calm before the storm,
soon to be undone.
I've never felt anything
as beautifully intoxicating
We all begin as a shell of a human,
waiting to become something.
The way you moved me
started slow, sprinkles
of rain from a coming storm.
Baby, now you're a hurricane
daring me to dance
with your wind.
They say that life
is a roller coaster -
my how they're wrong.
Life is a question and you,
gorgeous, infinite you
are the answer.
Our imaginations were
parachutes as we hurtled to the ground.
Yet even we knew the sinister beauty
of the thunderstorm,
dreaming of dancing
with the tornado.
We snuggle into our conventions
like a robe on Christmas morning,
dying to find meaning in the meaningless.
Admit it, it's easier to do what's comfortable
than to change the world.
How quickly we turn from this tragedy.
I once laid underneath a tree
and matched my arms to its roots.
I've never felt so loved.
You find the parts of me
that aren't all that pretty
and color them, anew.
haven't they told you?
The world starts and ends with you.
Sometimes I feel like I'm spiraling
out of control.
If I were a movie,
you'd be sitting front and center
with popcorn in your hand,
And you wouldn't bother
to silence your phone.
My biggest regret
is that I believed them
when they said I was supposed to
color inside the lines.
There's something kind of lovely
about the way you are.
It's as if you move in synchrony
with the way of the world,
but when I look closely, I see-
the world is following your lead.
You are not the sun and the moon-
you are everything in between.
I'm standing in the kitchen
with my yolky heart still beating,
split wide like an egg
from all the words my mouth won't say.
I don't tell you
about the raging war
that's tearing me inside out.
I can't tell you
about the tsunami
in my head, won't stop til I'm dead-
I'm worth less alive.
You know, you know
I'm a little upside-down now.
Your eyes are a hurricane themselves,
torn by love and hurt,
the god-damn perfect storm.
The clock's chatter keeps us silent,
time says it all. We've done did it all.
I'm a wind-up doll,
left to sit in a shop
on the very back shelf
all by myself.
And it doesn't hurt at all.
The system is broken,
our votes do not matter,
we can't make a change.
can't you see?
If we want to alter the universe
we've got to throw this notion
to the wind:
We are not insignificant.
I do not drink myself
My inebriation does not
come from a bottle.
I'm intoxicated by
the sunrise, your smile,
and the neverending swell
There's a restlessness in my bones.
I could count my friends on one hand
but my love is infinite and unyielding.
Some nights I can't sleep because I know
I'm meant for more than this.
My love starts
at the veins in your feet,
blue roots stretching to the ground-
strong and stable.
your heartstring and mine:
curled and knotted,
The world tries to make love binary,
shove it into a straight, rigid line.
But we are in the spaces
between the lines.
I love you
like the scribbles of a child.
From the start,
our roots were wild
but love filled the white space.
Our page is not empty.
There are no parallel lines.
We are color, solid and
We are too bright
for a black and white world.
They stare at us with sore eyes.
And we run.
We were sheltered -
shielded by a blanket fort,
living on make-believe
And they say ignorance isn't beautiful.
The biggest lie we tell ourselves
is that we're not enough.
Look at the lines on your hands
and tell me your story:
you are more than satisfactory.
People pulse around the statue of an infantryman on a hot July night.
There are concession stands and children’s games, a dunk tank.
You and I stand side by side, swallowing our fear like gulps of air as the heat takes its toll.
This is what freedom feels like.
I hold my heart in my hands, unsure if I dare attach it to my sleeve or hide it in my pocket.
We are lost in a crowd of children and their keepers;
I look to your eyes and whisper a question you can’t understand, won’t understand.
The fireworks shoot through the sky and rain color on the town.
We are lost in a moment not our own, the town throbbing as we stand stock-still.
I know what you know, what we hope they don’t know, as their ‘o...
We can’t love like they love,
they’ve told us.
They, with half of their marriages
ending in divorce.
They, with anger in their heart
pumping hatred like poison through their veins.
We can’t love like they love,
They, with their judgment.
They, with their religion that is theirs alone,
their God that hates the very thing He created.
We can’t love like they love.
They, who call us ugly for our actions
but fail to see the ugliness in their soul.
They, who teach hatred as a way of life.
We won’t love like they love.
You call me sparkle-eyes,
like I'm something magical.
Darling, that sparkle you see
is only the reflection of your beauty.
The world tries to contain you
to a label, but you are
a sunset from space.
There's so much they can't see
that makes you so