sick of looking at equations and not knowing
where to start
let me think
with my heart
i can't sit in a chain link desk for one more
hour
there is power
in knowledge, yes, but even more in secrecy
and school's microscope makes it so hard to breathe
a telescope is what i aspire to see through
jiminey oh my we can fly if we try
and while we're in the sky
save the explanations i'll just wonder in pure awe at what makes the stars explode
my curiosity is quenched by creativity alone

they called her 106 because her weight was 106 who she was was 106 until she said
please call me 102 because my weight is 102 who i am is 102 but the
next day she was 101 and the name changes have just begun
99 to 95 and then on down to 90
at 86 they buried her
and labeled her grave
INFINITY.
and they never called people numbers again.

Maybe my soul fights my body so unrelentingly because
its mission doesn't fit inside.
Perhaps this
is why I cling to my loves for dear life.
Maybe my brain has to relearn its lessons so many times because
one day
I'll guide just as many people to the same
conclusions maybe
the truth is my imperfections cannot overpower the Made in Heaven stamp on my personality and perhaps
my heart is in the right place
after all.
For now,
I'll keep breathing.

It was as if
all the versions of me I have ever known
met up just then,
And they all looked at each other in silence.
The nothing that I felt
was not emptiness
but quiet,
Just reflection
and stardust.

-A

Your eyes are
an extra sugary marshmallow in a box of Lucky Charms
And your laugh
how I love to hear flowers tickled awake by morning sun
I want to wiggle my way right into your heart
And stay there where it is cozy and warm
And I am safe.
But my eyes are
an ocean of broken glass
And my laugh
is often speckled with darkness
I need to keep myself an arm's length apart
from you
And keep my black paint away from the art
that is you
but this is rather difficult
as you are my best friend.