My first kiss was stolen
in kindergarten
when I turned
to respond to a question
his mouth met mine
and I learned
for the first time
that boys take
and we
are supposed
to give
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
serendipity is summer
laying down with
siblings long forgot
they giggle as
their bodies
brush my skin
goosebumps greet them
together we look
to the mother
and wonder
naught
if she will
keep shining,
but instead
breathe the rebirth
of heavy life
and stretch
with our grassy kin
reaching
endlessly
for her salvation
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
one day a bottle
won't be my gatekeeper
and I will find you
lover
with trusting
touch
replacing him on me
and I will think of you
inside, within me
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
"It’s ok"
the sky reminds me
"You are small"
she scolds
moonlight caresses
my cheek
"You will grow"
stars fall
to burn away
my tears
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
"you are one of us"
the flowers whisper
No! Can't they see
I have pulled off
My petals?
To be bare
is without fear
of getting plucked
one by one
only to land on
"he loves me not"
I can't take
that plucking
again
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
I keep a library
small but not tiny
nearly filled to the brim
a million words within
I keep watch over them
a lonely archivist whose sin:
reading dusty texts whilst yearning
even with them burning
my skin
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
Please put gloves on
before you touch me
grab them off the counter
plastic dripping yellow
wet from dishwashing
I don't mind
the creaking sound
of plastic trying to stick
to my skin
your touch is dangerous
too full of his memory
no longer can anyone
touch me
please put gloves on
to protect you
to protect me
I'm sorry
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
we talked for hours every night
even after years we never did fight
too worried; what if her depression increases?
but pieces cannot pick up pieces
I tried to become a broom leaking glue
bits of me morphed into a cleanup tool
attempting to sweep those painful shards of you
never realizing you were stabbing me too
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
give me skin dried like leather
a tan burned into well-used bones
who creak predictions of bad weather
deep laughter lines that hide groans
and a smile that never sours
give me a back that aches
as I bend down to pick flowers
give me crinkled eyes that shine
when I look at your face
Old Age, treat me with grace
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
These words won’t matter when I die
In this world are far better poets than I
A wish beyond death is not worth my fret
To care too much is it’s own punishment
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC