crack    pop    sizzle
a million nerves go
crack    pop   sizzle
with vibrant rays of potential
to paint an exuberant future

2 cups of tell me when you find it.

obscured by the leaves
hidden by the shade
lie there, rest.
you've done enough.

Take away their power
and ignore their pain.

But culture is perennial,
and no practice is in vain.

You’ve cut the line
but the call is still coming through.

Change is coming.
With or without you.

Take away their language,
but the land will teach them the way.

Knowledge and memories,
will always stay.

Try to obstruct their knowing,
haven’t you heard?

Your graining insistence,
is quiet like the blue bird.

The river is flowing,
the sun is still stirred.

Ancient lines of wisdom,
what are you afraid they might learn?

Your resistance to beauty,
beyond absurd.

When will you let them find freedom?
Surrounded by the colonial herd.

They were like spring,
awaking me from the depths of her who is winter.

Girls of greatness must make haste,
for men of the very same stature start up a few pace!

My emotions feel synthetic
Fake feelings from a fake persona that I crafted to please you
If only I could live for myself
But I'm acting in a play
One without an audience
So who am acting for?
In those moments alone where I wail Who am I doing this for?
Constantly reinventing myself
But why?
I wish I could be free of this theatre
I hunger for the curtains to close
For the blazing lights to dim
And to sense the silent applause
Die out.

my sister was like a music box,
gentle and pristine
I made her rugged
her walk and her talks

I opened my skin
exposing my mind
and I fear her gears cannot be rewind

her perfect clockwork now intertwined
with coils of my past

I have failed as eldest
it should not be her burden
to carry trauma I've amassed

I loved her.
Treating her criticism like law,
fixing every 'flaw'.
I grew in captivity --- fast.
Now all I can remember is the scars I've amassed.

O man of might
O man of mirror
how does one
****** their fear?

Candy wrappers,
Dripping red.
Gum drop purple knees.
Salty.

a smile --- like a star
fools only from afar

You are the moose on the wall.
Hollow of all liveliness,
barren of all thought.

You walk on broken legs
You taught me to fight with broken arms
Because you told me
"The world doesn't care if your hurting"
We have to make it care.

The bad man came at night,
his figure drawn out,
looming over.
He eclipsed the moon,
pushing onto you a scratchy shadow,
the darkness put its hands over your body.
You cry out to someone, but the darkness has its hand over your mouth.
And as the darkness encases you in its skin crawling madness,
a light in you dies.

Legs more fragile than glass.
You pluck them off one by one.
This is why the other kids keep their distance.

Skin peeled off of muscles,
the snapping and cracking of ones shell.
The splitting screams of the tortured
mimic the crackle of bones and
the grinding of eyes.

I used to see you,
On the green velvet chair.
You sat beside your ashes,
Legs crossed.

I was scared of you,
No matter how strong my love was,
It was drown out,
By the terror.

The pleasant chatter of the birds,
the mellifluous cries of the herds.

The world isn't your oyster
not everything is possible
not every dream is at the tip of your fingers
you won't always go down the right path
the world has limits
humans have limits
you have limits

Its beams pull at the heart strings, each a different noise.
No ray on a futile descent.
All with purpose and poise.
Each stream of light reinvents,
the palette of colors our earth bares.
Truly nothing compares.

Under the streets luminescence
"I don't love you."
...
I breathe in the words
Suffocating

Eyes, like a blue clouded sky, raining bright rays of yellow sunlight.

Wrapped around my neck are red fingernails,
their color warns me of what they draw.

Sometimes I say things
to say something
Words without meaning

But my words to you
will always
ring true.

You tell me I'm one thing,
But really you're just afraid that I'm something
Undefinable.
You believe everyone is one or the other,
But whats the beauty in that?
Maybe one day I'm
'They'
The next I'm
'She'
Then the day after I'm
'He'
Don't suppress me for being
Everything.
Nothing.
And
Me.

Do you choose not to feel?
Like a hand with a glove chooses to not touch.

If words could describe - only
how the heart
the heart is lonely