a small flicker
just a slight light
off in the distance
a diminutive night light in the darkness
the darkness gnaws and consumes all
the light battles ferociously
growing in adversity
from a small flicker
to a raging fire
the light has won for now
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
life is like a shooting star
it blazes brilliantly
and it’s beauty captures all
until it’s dissent
after it falls it is forgotten
nothing more than a passing image
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
three simple words
rolling off the tongue
as easy as a summer breeze
they pick me up,
hold me in their arms,
repair what’s left of my broken heart,
and remind me
life is worth living
because
“i love you too”
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
i breathe in
hold the nicotine inside my lungs
and release as i sigh
finding peace
the familiarity of the rush comforts me
calms me
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
hand in hand
bodies contorted
heart pressed to heart
we became one
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
objectification goes two ways
some men daydream about Kim Kardashian’s ***
some women gawk at pictures of Zac Efron’s abs
we all argue with one another
and complain about double standards
while continually perpetuating them
true equality will only come
when we see more than our bodies
when we look past physical appearances
and understand
we are more than our shells
that at the core
we are all humans
with goals
dreams
hopes
fears
and anxieties
once we learn to look into each other’s souls
we will all truly be more than
objects
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
I would re-name the planets after galaxies in your eyes.
The stars finally know what it feels like to burn with envy.
There are constellations tracing the soft skin of your back.
Following dips and curves, I would draw maps with two fingers
of everything that matters.
Freshman science taught us about untouched miracles;
and just like that-
the ultraviolet cosmic phenomenon
fixed us to spiral arms in far-away planetary
nebulas, like the ringed Cat’s Eye.
The milky skies whispered
so that only we could hear,
"Heaven's dust will fall"
You feared last night you could hear the earth
cracking under the weight of the universe,
paralyzed with a crippling guilt
you'll only see the stars after they've died.
Neighboring nova would spectate
our telescopic wavelengths-
needing the prisms to reflect on
our kaleidoscope refractions.
No matter the efforts of a tangible spectrum,
one could never quite touch our frequency.
Between lazy and lively,
our whitecap love remained visibly invisible.
Our infrared vessel to space, raced clusters of runaway stars
past post-distant intergalactic bodies,
shooting through beasts, astrologies, gods.
We window shopped stellar bursts of dust clouds
above our clouds, a gravity shelter.
Meteors became our faithful companions
glowing gassy flowers of dusty debris.
The pressure (we couldn’t touch) generates combustion;
atoms gazing psychedelic pinks, greens,
soothing tones of aquamarines.
Ever since then you've been the glittering
black hole, heaving me in.
The only thing I’m able to taste is
the way your luminous Milky Way kiss
gives gifts of halos to terrestrial light rays.
But the flavor of your lips are the
battalions inspiring the star shining front lines-
Integrity a marathon taking laps
to the moon
to Pluto and back, the long way.
Blizzards of stars rewrite our language
in the moon beams,
guiding us past lost letters to Pluto.
How do you sleep among dancing stars
while the rest of the universe watches?
I made my home in your eyes
and you made your home in the sky.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
i was stupid for placing my worth
in another person
i know i was
but i can’t help it
your embrace was so soft
how could it not be genuine?
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
i’m caught in a metaphor
a convoluted whirlwind
of words
and emotions
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
why is every poem about drowning?
crashing, falling, dissolving
why is everyone drowning?
an entire generation
pulled in by the tides of mental illness
why do we all hate ourselves?
was it the way we were raised?
or are we proof
that the theory of evolution is false
if survival of the fittest is true
then why do so many of us want to die?
a generation of sad
sad kids
betrayed by the chemicals
in their own brains
drowning
crying out
for seratonin
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC