donald-trumpaphobia
college **** culture
women's rights
global warming
social inactivity
ISIS and extremists
melting ice caps
who crash into deep water, gone, undone
lack of civility in millennials
technology enhanced cyborgs
whose eyes have been surgically sewn to a screen
family issues and self-created isolation
coining yourself the black sheep
to compensate for the need of attention
even if its the wrong kind
one upping to feel important
even if it means leaving your sister in your shadow
the need for narcissism and self-obsession
self-praise and prickly conversations
held at arm's length because we can only stand to be around you
for a few minutes at most and
I yell at you but you do not take in my words
you listen not to understand but to reply
talking to you is more work than talking to a brick wall
which you've build around yourself because if no one can get in
no one can hurt you
and we get it, you're serious about global issues
and we respect it. we encourage it. we praise it.
but haven't you heard
that too much of a good thing... is bad?
and too much of a bad thing.. is, well... good.
not.
you can only build walls so high
before they tumble down and destroy that around them
spewing debris in all directions like a flamethrower with no limit
a tongue of fire burning everyone around
that not even water can heal, leaving scars
reminders
that although you have been quenched, rebuilt, moved on
your words, your actions
they live on, physical reminders to the pain you put me through
although we sit and laugh, I remember
sooner or later you have to know
that living is not dependent upon pointing out
every social issue and making future plans
complaining about all the world's problems
and rambling until your mom makes you stop
a big part of living is enjoying it
the carefree sunsets with toes covered in sand that sticks
and midnight premiers at harry potter movies
enjoying life is dancing in the kitchen with your lover
while rainbow colored pancakes cook
and running to make the winning goal as the clock ticks to zero
blood pumping through your veins
even when faced with death in a close call car cash
life speeding by in a heartbeat
only then can you appreciate that you are alive
live and love
don't waste it all criticizing and changing all that's wrong in the world
because you are only you
you cannot fix everything
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
Tear me down like thin paper screens
and set your torch to my wreckage
But what you don't see as you turn your back
Is the fire that burns inside ME
spitting and twirling and singing into the winter-night chill: I will rise again
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
I gaze at him from across a sea of bowed heads.
The steady, calming voice of prayer echoing off
stained glass windows, which bring in a soft rainbowy light.
The lighting is soft, intimate,
but this distance between this man and I is not.
He is too far away.
This distance, an alluring mystery
...but also a heartbroken torture.
I long to touch this man I do not know.
Who is he?
Broad shouldered, mischievous grin, with
warm eyes that melt like caramel,
I wish I could look into them, if only for a second,
just to see what kind of soul resides within this handsome man.
For my mother always did tell me: "eyes are the windows to the soul".
I wish I could run my fingers through his hair,
which is dark, like his humor. Or so I've heard.
He walks my way, maneuvering the clusters of people expertly.
He is dressed up, snazzy like always...
as he walks by, his eyes catch mine
and his mouth quirks up
at the corner. He winks at me,
leaving me praying for the ability to breathe right.
Oh, how I long to know this man,
and kiss this man, and hold this man,
and lay in his bed in the depths of night.
His fingers entangling in mine like fresh-water kelp,
his lips my savior from drowning in the loneliness.
Nothing else but the cricket's chirp,
moonlight's gleam, and sheet's rustle,
and the comforting warmth of his body next to mine.
I allow myself the pleasure of basking in such a bliss.
Until a blurry sun bubbles up from the horizon,
and I wake
to a pair of curious eyes drinking me in.
I wouldn't mind getting drunk off of him. No,
I would not mind one bit.
Maybe this is just a dream...
somebody pinch me so I know this is real
and not just some fantasy.
Reality pulls me back into the chasm of the church,
and as he is preparing to exit, he looks back
and we share another glance,
s t r e t c h i n g across the pews,
a lingering,
sparkling,
moment.
Searching for the cause for such curiosity
in each other's eyes.
Trying to make sense of it, I tilt my head down,
allowing myself a moment of thought.
My head snaps up, courage pulsing through my veins,
like I have just been cleansed, I feel refreshed.
I start making my way towards the doors to ask him his name,
but to my disappointment...
he is gone.
This mysterious, entrancing man has walked out.
The brightness of a rising run enveloping him,
leaving me with a mouthful of unsaid words
and a mind full of scattered imaginations.
I kneel down before God,
and pray for forgiveness
for lusting after a stranger I know nothing about
while in His presence.
And with that, shaken to my core,
I put on my mask that conceals my deepest emotions,
and go about my day like nothing ever happened.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
Growing up is a metamorphosis.
You start out small and new,
exploring the wonders of this world,
adventure awaiting 'round the corner.
But eventually the day comes when
you begin to change; and with it,
shed all of what you used to be.
Forget all the days spent in the past
to become something even better:
something you were destined to be.
Free to fly and do as you please
and chase dreams on glassy wings.
You have become
a butterfly
You cannot say you were you same person you were even a year ago
because life is always changing,
and therefore so are you.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
Their hands were reaching for love,
soaring higher than ever before,
but, it was never enough.
Spirits like a dove,
evaporating into the sweet evening noir.
Their hands were reaching for love.
Feelings locked up in the trove
that was hidden behind many doors.
But, it was never enough.
With a helpless glance above
and a few scenes of unavoidable uproar,
their hands were reaching for love.
Affectionate embrace turned to enraged shove.
She cried "No more!"
But... It was never enough.
They were anything but snug as a glove,
bruises like badges, is what she bore.
Their hands were reaching for love...
but it was never enough.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
Blooming lillies the shade of bubblegum
dance on top an emerald mirror
like little pink fingers
reaching towards the sun from the depths below
they flourish happily in serenity
Streams giggle like children in the distance
and lilly pads coat the surface like blankets
concealing the aquatic world beneath
The lillies climb above the water
and lounge as sentries do
For who else is going to protect
and cherish the luscious beauty of the pond
but the lillies themselves?
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
Two hearts, one body,
gliding gracefully over the fences with ease.
Just like the air that wooshes past the pair,
time has flown.
Seven years of trust slowly built up,
It all started with..
A glance in the stables,
and the first invigorating ride
that made her spirits soar. In her head,
she knew Geno was special.
Breathing in the warm sunlight and feeling
his sleek, red coat beneath her fingers,
and smelling the musty, dirt smell of horse stalls,
Trust began to grow, with every successful trek and turn.
Every handful of hay and oats
and his favorite, Peppermints,
and the occassional laugh they shared
carried the threads of the bond they have now sewn tightly together.
The drum of hooves on ground beat a melody to their ears,
encouraging them to go where neither had gone before.
For as long as they have each other, anything feels possible.
With a nudge to his stomach and they're off
galloping across the field, like spreading wildfire.
How extraordinary,
to kindle a friendship with such a magnificent creature...
It is in those moments time feels endless.
When the calm overcomes and all is quiet,
the breath of rider and breath of horse,
the steady and strong shoulders shooting forward,
And the sunlight setting across the hill
is all that matters.
It is in that space, between sky and ground and time
on the back of a lovely beast,
heart racing against the evening's shadows,
that the rider can say:
She's home.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Welcome to the hills of the enchantress' castle
Where the speirs stab the sky
All your worst fears come true...
She'll stay ensnared there until eternity breaks it's everlasting chain
She'll whisper to you on the wind,
And say her final curse
Slicing through your reality, binding your destiny,
You will become her puppet
Her slim fingers dancing and plucking on your hearts strings,
Your whole being at her mercy
She is in control
And there's nothing you can do
But to pray you entertain her and she'll let you live, atleast a while longer
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
We tend to assume
that freedom is a right, God's gift
But do you know the hours they slaved away,
the days spent patrolling borders,
all for our safety?
In wars, they'd drown in blood
One, two, three, slipping between the depths
Never to rise again,
fight again,
go home to their families and smile again
And we lie again,
to our naive little souls
Because what better and blissful ignorance
than to pretend the land we live on
did not come at the price of our soldiers backs,
Tears, willpower,
To say that we are truly
The land of the free
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
When the sun arises
And the grenades of raindrops cease
The war clangs of thunder ring one last time
One last shining stream of lightning striking down upon the unworthy soil
The storm is over
And the sun has come
Bringing a new day and dazzling rays
Cascading over the clouds like waterfalls
Dripping into the darkness below
Illuminating drops of sun hit the ground and burst,
A thousand bright shining orbs
Daylight has regained its throne
And the storm falls in defeat and slinks into the shadows, all depression disappearing with it
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC