My bones are young. They know this land. They were created, formed, and tendered in this land, but my blood. She is ancient. My blood speaks of my ancestors. She cries out from injustice. From pain and suffering. Her strength is unmeasured. My blood demands justice. Her power building, supported by my mothers and my grandmothers. We will not let you destroy us.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC
I wanted to write but poetry doesn't flow through me like it used to. It sits in stagnation. Just like the rest of me. We sit together with nowhere to go.
Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 6:54 PM UTC
I am tired, but it’s a special kind of tired that seeps into the bones.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
I’ve never received a flower
Or even a rose
But I’m a guy
So it’s acceptable I suppose
No kisses
Or sweets
No treats
That signifies ones feelings for me
No token of ones love
But I have gotten
Disappointment
Watered with hate
Planted in betrayal
Fertilized with lies
And maintained by fakes
Roses are Red
But my roses are dead
And crumble beneath my feet
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
My addiction to online shopping stems from the very simple idea that I have something I’m waiting for so I can’t **** my self yet. So I rather be broke than dead, but throughout the wait I beat myself ****** Count the hairs on my head. Wishing for some kind of release. Receiving my package just to do it all over again.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
I’m hugging you like I’m reaching out of this ocean I’m drowning in. I’m gasping for air with each tug of your body. Closer. I need you closer. Engulfed in you. I need to breathe you to survive. To **** it all in and then in the end let it all out.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
It is time to let go the pain and fly. It’s time to surrender the hurt. Time to show the world what love looks like. Let words flow from you like the nimble dance of the tiniest ballerina. Words of kindness and compassion. It’s time.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
I've come to terms that words can not heal me. Not alone. Actions must proceed these sweet nothings. Love must fill the empty spots of broken promises. For with out backing these words are nothing and will forever remain nothing.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC