women
are constantly being shamed
because they want to dress how they'd like
women
cant wear anything too "revealing"
because men cannot control themselves
women
cannot be too big, or too slim
because society will shun them
women
cannot vent about their emotions
because they are being "dramatic".
but where would we be without them?
women make great sacrifices for the world.
they deserve to be appreciated,
not shamed based on their appearance
not ignored based on their gender
and not hated based on political views.
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 12:11 PM UTC
one
the stars will never align
two
colors are dull
three
time passes too slow
four
breathing is such a hassle
five
too many scars
six
so far to go
seven
no release
eight
too much trouble
nine
no one sees me
ten
therapy made things worse
eleven
nothing worth seeing
twelve
twin flames often part
thirteen
i am already drowning.
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 12:56 PM UTC
i want to hear
the song you sang to me
i want to see
the stars of cancer
i want to feel
your hand around mine
i want to breathe
the scent of fresh rain
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 12:47 PM UTC
when the other kids
talked about their
childhoods
they remembered
disney
white-picket fences
and red roses in the front
but why do i remember
midnight cigs
a collection of empty smirnoff bottles under the sink
a garage full of empty boxes and broken glass
mildew crawling up the sides of our house?
why cant i remember
disney
white-picket fences
and red roses in the front?
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC
it feels like
the stars align
so perfectly
when you meet them
it feels like
a snowflake
falling upon a window
it feels like
you would change
just for them
it feels like
when they leave
you cant bend your fingers
to write
and after
you wish
that you
didn't fall
in love.
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 10:15 AM UTC
when i feel trapped
i claw at the walls
the bars
of the cell that i am
encased
inside
and my hands
push against the walls
which crumble
beneath my fingertips
when i cant get out
my nails
dig into my skin
leaving bare
red
brush strokes
across my arms
and after
i am calm.
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
twenty reasons why
i refuse to speak
twenty reasons why
i always feel so weak
twenty reasons why
i am not unique
twenty reasons why
you are the only one i seek
yet there are a million reasons why
i wish that you loved me
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 8:10 AM UTC
i remember
her eyes were like doors
that welcomed anyone through
her hands were rough
the hands of a crafter
her freckles looked like stars
shining on the face of the sky
that was her skin
her arms were torn
not from an accident
but from the pure hate
of not being able to feel
her nails were painted
each a different color
i don't think she knew the difference
her hair was straight
and scarcely reached her shoulders
and i..
i never saw her again.
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 7:53 PM UTC
"it's hard to explain"
are my favorite words.
whether it be my
sexuality
gender identity
or religion
whether it be
math
science
or my will to live
whether it be my home life
or why
why
why
"it's hard to explain."
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 5:54 PM UTC
among the stars is a boy
who carries through the dark
his eyes full of wonder
and his hands coated with galaxies
with one lift of his finger
comes a new moon
and a new reason
to look up
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 3:14 PM UTC