I love warm outfits on cold days.
Wrapping my hands around hot coffee as the chilly wind scrapes across my skin, peeling away the usual layers of daydreams and ADD so I feel completely present, solely here
and alive right in this moment with my eyes open wider and my heart muscles stretching and straining to love everyone all at once but it's a good kind of pain-
But also I hate the hurt of pinching myself when we hurl our usual ragged chucks of disagreements at each other,
digging fingernails into my skin so I don't scream or slap you or sob
I hate crying silently on the phone with a pretend-happy voice.
And then seeing you break down for the first time...
Watching that hard golden shell dissolve completely-
Not just in sideways glances or offhand comments but gazing on as all your layers of fake smiles and witty comments came crashing down like the fucking wall of Jericho was heartbreaking
And the girl I saw there;
The wounded, angry, sobbing, snapping, scared animal in the corner raw and exposed and exhausted from the fight-
I couldn't help but love her too
I wish you didn't feel the need to be so strong all the time.
It's okay to slide apart every now and then
And you know what else I learned today?
Just because someone popped you out of their vagina and you don't like them all that much doesn't mean that you're a horrible person
2. What people act and what they feel are sometimes galaxies and universes and entire planets apart- so polarizing that you're often not sure who is who and which stars belong where and it's just a damn shitstorm of confusion
But don't worry about it
Because it's your job to love people for whomever they choose to show-
not to decide what is real and what is not.
We can always yell and cry a bit about that shit that's everyone's lives- be it malaria, crazy moms, homework, whatever-
then proceed to appreciate the fact
that we will always have hot lattes together on chilly winter mornings
I can only stand to think of the things
before my very own eyes
for a mere moment
before my mind begins to wander…
I sit here in idleness, waiting for myself.
Oh god, what have I done.
Shhh! Stand just right here
This is a special kaleidoscope
In which I want you to peer
Hold deep your breath for a moment
and then let it out
As you look through the window
and see what magic is about
Within the refractive hallway
So glitzy and glamorous
Is the most amazing subatomic particle
Known affectionately as the rare Bs Meson
between an anti quark and a quark
Let's watch the kaleidoscope do its work
As it spins slowly in time
And the particle decays with its age line
Now here is what gets really neat
The Bs begins morphing
Quarks into smaller quarks
Heavier to lighter to more and energy
Following the laws of physics naturally
As the greater mass decays, paves the way
For muons to be
Comparable to electrons
And as the kaleidoscope keeps spinning
And the eyes watch and see
The Standard Model theory
A scientific approach to creating
I saw you the first time at my minimum wage job.
Vibrant and curly.
Every moment started slowing down
and as I counted the minutes you faded away.
With a big beautiful smile of course.
But no longer there.
Then after you left my sight
another image persisted.
One of you walking back into my store.
But this image was long out of reach.
The second time I saw you I forgot to get your number.
I consider myself a fool for this,
but you were still standing
and looking at me.
Absolutely straight into my eyes.
I could hardly make your sandwich.
The eyes of my throbbing soul.
Without the hustly bustle of my own mentality,
I would have taken you to Mars right then and there.
With all your curly hair.
And all your fucking smiles.
My earnings for the biweekly pay
couldnt surmount the glory
that is your absolute stunningness.
our hands attach
almost refusing to part
Forever, I blush
the moment he looks
claiming me as
the pretty girl
butterflies in my tummy
I adorn the moments
If only they'd last forever
He leaves my sweaty palm
for the red head
I secretly despise
The butterflies are replaced
with a bitter sadness
as she walks away
with my lover
I am an unfunny joke
that no one asked
in your favorite mug
The sad moment
in a funny movie
I serve no purpose
and I'm better off
never having existed
bindi's grace the top of her mocha forehead.
wrist draped with bangles. African soul.
style so Afrocentric
afro so black panther
fist high in the air she is black pride. she embraces the motherland with open arms and is proud of her heritage. music notes hidden in the blacks of her eye. she is music. hiphop and r&b.
tupac's lyrics ingraved on her tongue. words of left eye instilled in her brain.
music gives her life.
voice of an angel yet she stays mute. black ink at her fingertips and a notebook always at her side. she is a lyrisit. she is sassy. press the wrong button and she's gone for a moment but will soon comeback to earth. a beautiful quiet vibrant soul she is indeed. stubborn and mean at times but still as sweet as the refreshing taste of lemonade on a hot summers day.
she is Africa. she is India. she is Haiti. she is black pride. she is music. she is poetry. she is wonderful. she is comical. she is lovely. she is classy.
she is my big sister. O.R.
It’s funny how looking at a picture of you,
from so long since looking into your eyes,
I can still remember every breath caught, every moment of each second lived,
every silver touch standing in your eyes, like being seen for the first time,
until you saw too much too deep too fast,
and you blinked and I was gone.
Gone from your thoughts and your life and your love,
moved to another, more worthy,
upon whom you look longer, stand taller, gaze deeper
than I can ever hope to be.
when they ask why
I back away, not wanting to answer
when they ask what I use
I back away even more, ashamed
when they tell me to stop
I yell back at them
when they cry
I cry too
they think it is so easy
the thought of stopping makes me feel queasy
to let go of something that made you feel so
making everything go away for that moment
relieving me from feeling so broken
when they tell me I need to stop
when they tell me I can't give up
when they tell me I shouldn't disappoint them again
when they tell me I can overcome this..
I back away and do it again.
I would like to take a moment, to talk about gay rights
How would you feel, if where you lay your head at night
Your whole family makes you feel all alone,
That you live in a house with a roof and four walls, but no home
People need to realize, hatred is not set in stone
Walking through the school hall, getting dirty looks
From self reichous people, they're really just scared and shook
But I can't imagine how much courage it must have took
Too say that you are gay, and, your proud to be
Gays have made a movement, they beat the odds, you see
If you're gay, stand up, I want to hear you roar
Take their insults with a grain of salt and nothing more
Cause the haters never know the struggle you've been through
So strideboldly through lifes doors and do you!