X marks the spot. dig
through the sand with
bare hands
feel the heat from the sun as
wind blows sweet kisses.
make a hole that reaches
china. along the way
run into sirens, dance
with mermaids, battle
kraken, and if you have time
say hello to leviathan.
soon we’ll all be myths
for the next generation.
our names slide between lips
already in the past.
the horizon sets
waves flutter on the surface.
underneath the coral reef dissolves with the setting sun.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
starting to calm down,
then comes the uncontrollable
twitch
of the finger.
muscles spazz
not used to
sitting so long.
unmoving,
until the body
becomes still as
air in
summer heat.
eyes closed.
i feel the earth as it spins under me.
my heart beats to the rhythm of the clock.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
a stalk of grass sways with the wind as light
escapes the sun and daylight protrudes the sky.
the wind, a ghost, moves along rushing no-
where. breathe on dancing grass, watching the sun
give life to earth sustaining the status
quo. light turns into morning, wake up
to sounds of alarm while birds sing amongst
the trees. and all the while the sun be-
comes brighter. enough of dawn, the day is
here. open your eyes and see the morning.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
Directly across from me
At the dinner table there she sits.
Unwavering eyes
Look into mine.
She is cold
like the ice she places in her mouth.
It melts,
sliding down her throat.
A chill fills the womb.
Before she leaves
Juno gives me a kiss.
Leaning in close
the waft of her breath
smells like rosemary.
She ascends back
to her special room
and lies down upon
a cover of the heavens,
inhaling the warmth of the cold.
Juno’s fingers reach down
to trail across her wiry femininity.
With a deep exhalation of oxygen
her mars peaks.
Her chest heaves up and down
while the head rolls lazily to the side.
Juno’s eyes glide across the room.
Stopped.
Caught by the glint of the standing mirror
And she looks into it.
Unwavering eyes
Ask,
Who is the god?
Her or Me.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
Unaware, I walk on gravel
unnoticed until my eyes go down.
Hundreds, maybe thousands
crushed under my foot.
Don't tell me it doesn't hurt them
because they are rocks.
I am a rock
constantly being crushed.
If not by a foot
then by the forces of man
Crushed because of the color of my skin.
Crushed because of my ***
Crushed because of my sexuality.
In this scenario, my foot is the oppressor
pushing the rocks further into the ground
How much weight do I have to put on the rocks to make them
disappear further?
Understand, I am that rock
and that foot is the world around me.
But I will not be pressed
and put into the ground.
My rock will stick to the sole of the shoe
and with every rock-felt step it makes
the shoe will know I am there to stay.
The more it steps
the deeper I will embed myself
Until I can no longer
go unnoticed.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
Flowers in the cracks
Are beautiful
For they bring beauty
Even in the forgotten places
Flowers in the cracks
Are strong
Because even in the most solid foundations
Plenty of them grow
I strive to be those flowers
To show
That there is
Hope
Even in
The wasted places
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
*I walked through the meadow,
And there was only me.
I wasn't scared of the bugs,
Not the grasshoppers or bees.
I smelled the lilac
And the springtime air.
I frolicked in the field,
I had no cares.
I laid in the grass,
And looked at the sky
Closed my eyes
And said, "Why? Oh why?"
Must I go back home
To the crumbling streets,
With the smog and litter
That sits at my feet?
Back to the oblivious people
Who don't seek
A simple life
Not wanting to be unique.
To the empty walls
That have no feeling
To white washed walls
That give no healing.
I said, "Why? Oh why?
Can't I stay here?
I can't go back home
And live in constant fear.*"
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
The sound of joyous laughter
Reminiscing on past memories
In this moment
There is no recognition of time
But being
Enjoying the comfort of one another
Blocking out all negativity
There is only the presence
Of me and you
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
I'm here with you
When I'm not supposed to be
The love I feel
Or not inclined to feel is a travesty
I've lied to belong
Now sitting here
In your arms
I can't imagine
How you'll feel
When my mask of love
Is gone
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 6:56 AM UTC
Can I sit next to you
And reminisce
Of times
Of eternal bliss?
When we were in love
And sparks flew
Nothing amounts to our first kiss
-
But time moved on,
And so did you.
Now you're the past.
Since then my days have been blue.
I sit and think
Of the past.
Wondering if they all was true.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC