EVERYONE iS SO BEAUTIFUL WE SHOULD aPPRECIATE
OUR NATURAL DIFFERENCES INSTEAD OF COmPARInG
CoNStANTLY
OUR DOWNFALLS IN CONTRAST BECAUSE WE ARE
ALL beautiful IN OUR OWN SPECIAL WAYS
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
Which can be hidden under
jackets and in the belts of
strangers and
make loud noises like the pop
POP
of a chip bag in the cafeteria crash
CRASH
like a dropped bottle thud
THUD
when a door slams shut I think
about the guns which
can **** me and can
Hurt me
and I am very
afraid…
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
A chicken’s heartbeat is roughly 200 beats per minute,
but that doesn't tell you how it feels
against the palm of your hand
pumpumpumpumpumpumping
how it feels
when such a little heart fills your own
A chicken's body temperature is around 135 degrees Fahrenheit,
but it comes nothing close to the sensation
of seven smaller bodies pressed
against your chin and your chest,
choosing your heat,
your love
A chicken purrs when it feels content,
but that hardly begins to tell
how it feels to be saved from crying at midnight
by a rumbling bird
sitting on your lap
looking into your eyes and sharing,
sharing all there is to be had.
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
i don’t know how to breathe when you hold me like that
i don’t know how to leave when you touch me like that
i just know how badly i want to kiss you
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
she could make a porcelain universe
and i would still be the one to shatter
how unfortunate.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
my lover comes to me when she so chooses
and while i normally don't mind
i'm sitting here in my bed
and it feels a little lonely.
it's cold and dark. she hasn't shown.
red numbers tell me with pity its nearly one in the morning
surely, she'd be here by now?
i've heard the cooing of many others
how quickly they found their lover that night
'o, how lucky am i!'
they say
'to have found her at only nine!'
it's funnier when you see they're holding cups of poison for her
to discourage her visits when
the eyes of the world are open
some nights i take pills
to make my body sing more sweetly for her caress
but she does not care to claim me this night
nor, any other night, i suppose.
like the sky, i've closed my eyes
so the world is dark
but she has not come to kiss them
the numbers are woefully claiming it to be two in the morning now
and this is when she arrives
stumbling like a drunkard
she collapses atop me
and the feeling of
eternity
sets in.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
my muse wants me to write
she is crying, crying,
because she wants to sing
and i,
well,
i only know how to dance.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC