As is I studed mythology
methodically, and had
stumbled across poetry.  
An art inform
Michealangleosand Toulereic.  
Casting a name
my father's train
turned into misogeny.  
Neoteny, mutiny, glutony,
and scruteny, all mashed to
gather.  If Dracula, is Jacob,
as John is to Attilla, and the
father of Abraham, Moses, and
Isacclee.  How due it two
the explanation of mythology?
Green mists, bats, wolves or were wolves
as a matter of fact, what by God's
creations do they mean
by Dogs of Thunder.  
Oh, a poetry be Aye,
to the Christmas time,
and the cry of the broken
crayon.  When do or die
meets my eyes
sacleblur to much monster
ment OyYea, to understanding
masses of poets treating and
reading a masterful poets tree.  
I and three make one,
I and thee make two,
I and geez do a lot of things
but must make better soliloqui.

I love how when you visit

You sit on the other couch silently

Reading your book



How every minute or so

I hear the flipping of flimsy

Pages



Sometimes, when I glance at you

I see different emotions passing

Across your face



I love to watch you change position

As you shift your body

Across the sofa



I love how you bury yourself

Into the literature so that you

Don’t even hear me talk



But that’s okay because

Watching you quietly is

All I really need.



l.r.

Today, my mother gave me a hug.
It's wasn't just one of those hugs,
it was a hug that said
'I am proud of you'
It was a hug that said,
'you're a woman now,
you almost made it through'
And as the years passed
I never thought I'd be where I am now,
I am just trying to find myself.

Today, my family said some nice things about me,
it was nice,
because I never would have thought,
ever,
that I'd be the person I am now,
I never thought,
I'd be able to go through it all,
the shyness
the bullies
the scoliosis
and still be alive
But guess what?
I am.
I am alive and kicking
like a baby wanting to get out
during the 9th month

I am alive and kicking like a soccer player
who desperately needs to win a match

I am alive and kicking like every drop of blood in my body
kicking through my veins
and keeping me the way I am

And if I could send a message to who I was,
I would say
'You might not think much of yourself today,
but tomorrow, you will be proven wrong,
because you are worth it,
you are worth a fight,
you are a fighter
and you will fight to be a great person,
or at least to seek greatness in yourself
and in everything you do'