your halo eyes
i am drained like
a man in the summer
3rd street is an open casket
indian summer in my heart
I can hear negative
It is calming, like divine forces
Leaving ripples on the surface of the real.
This was my best effort at recreating the experience of a haiku in English. I hate writing these descriptions.
I'm not "smart" like them.
I'm not "bright" as them.
I'm not "confident" like them.
I'm not "beautiful" as them.
I'm not "someone" like them.
Can you just accept that?
I don't like crying myself anymore
-Said myself in the mirror.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
ain't no disability, i'm a superhero
- kanye west
who i am
is a complicated ****-show of
mental illnesses, diagnosed
and medicated to make me able.
according to the kids at school,
i will put you in a chokehold for flexing your double-
autism is strange,
because words hurt more
than you could image.
a few words are no longer spoken
in our household.
freak is one of them.
have you ever feared someone
because of rumors?
if you have, then i announce you as an enemy,
so let's duel with choppy movements
and irrational fingers.
school is out,
and i'm thinking that
who i am
is a delicate ****-show of
who i want to be
Is she gon' make it, TBD, huh.
Her love was like the moonlight,
Somedays too much love,
Somedays no love.
Sanctuary is here; hiding in plain sight
Bedimmed beings step into the light
Stumble upon you may; hear us you might
All is welcome; no guard dogs that bite
Step inside, matters not armed or unarmed
Come as you are; steady or alarmed
Sip and drink from our collective fountains
Rest your eyes on our self painted mountains
Come on close and meet us all
Under shady trees or beyond the knoll
Some of us don masks or hide behind names
Some come naked but we're all one and the same
See our lives, spun from heavy layered bales
Woven intricate telling fantastic tales
Weavings we let fly, to catch each other's fables and stories
We admire them for what they are and the seed each carries
Be aware... Should you not understand
We may bear similar signatures but wear different brands
We, the people, trade in euphemisms
Broken sentences and long forgotten idioms
We are weavers, dreamers and scribes
Pouring here the outside world we imbibe
We are unguarded hearts speaking in metaphoric tongues
We provide safe haven for bruised souls with punctured lungs
So welcome traveler, shed your load
You might like it here in our coveted abode
Revel in the monochromatic sights you see
Where freedom of thought is revered in this here Sanctuary...
I long to fly
Into the sky
But broken wings
I long to play
But here I stay
Still on the ground.
Look in my eyes,
These grey blue skies,
You’re soon to see
Past broken wings.
My body’s bound
But my soul roams round
The sky of my mind
Where you will find
My soul roams round
No chains for me
For here I’m free.
So, though I’m o'erlooked
And my wings are all crook’d,
There’s more to me,
I’ve a soul with wings
This is dedicated to my little sister who has cerebral palsy.
My lips met yours,
I did not believe in magic.