the leaves
are changing and
my hands are bleeding
from trying to paint them
but i can't catch the beauty
and i think that's a living
metaphor for how much
i miss you.

.
Cuts through stone—
Travels light years knowing,
It is seed for ****** planets,
Water travels with light,
Riding on a frozen star,
Hailing down as a comet
To sprinkle new worlds,
Water breathes with fire,
Oxygen, hydrogen,
Explosive as love—
Amniotic to life, giving life
And salt and land reaching
Creatures who break to bring
The salt seas with them,
As they carry their blood,
First sea blue, then body red,
As they crawl from the waters,
That came from the heavens.

i bruised my knees
and inflicted scars
upon my skin

but nothing can compare
to the pain
caused by him.

—*indialev

Hear me, my dear....
Let me pop up my plans
on this blue moon day delight

Your glittering eyes
Fluttered my shuttered heart
Your cherry cheers
shored up my sunken soul

Your melodious voice
Mellowed my bullish ego
Your bouncing beauty
spurred up my dormant passions

Your heart is my home divine
So sure I am for you
Your matchless features
Make me your perfect catch

May I warm up with your charm
And lead a princely life
of my princess choice?
For the blush of wife to be
Be the bliss of life that be

In school
Looking through our literature book
At the poetry selections
I always liked the ones by
Carl Sandburg
Because they looked and read
The least like poetry
I didn't like poetry back then
With it's sing song meters and
Pregnant metaphors
I was just a kid
I like poetry a lot more now
Though I don't understand too much
I know enough to think a lot less of
Carl Sandburg now than I did then
Which is no reflection on Sandburg
I'm sure I'll eventually come back round to him

his family says they'd accept him
it’s scrawled in permanent marker across their smiling faces
what will the neighbors think?
blood is thicker than water, but they’re parched

but the monster under the bed is
those whispering thoughts
he knows they'd all have
engrained into their pre-dispositions
of a cookie-cutter America

the kids at school
the snickers and sharp talk
protected by the armor of his back being turned
up front labeling
"insert your coin and I'll spit out acceptance, only .25"

their drooping faces sewed into smiles
with the thread of a rainbow flag

more and more individuals
are made to waltz
to the familiar song of being trapped

the door to his closet is jammed
he’s bisexual, not bi-species