They tell me i look like you
every contour shape is
shadow of your ages
passed down
the self reward to hold a standard
to look like you
and act like you
they say im beautiful
passed down
well if beauty is measured
by the pounds i weigh
and the food i eat

i may be too ugly
for my mom reminds me
that those carbs are a heavy
burden to pay

that food is a blessing
but a curse
cause when you look in the mirror
all you see is hate

i hope to remind my
daughter that
food is a blessing
and all you see is growth
because with food
comes love
your body is temple
to place the things you love inside
food is compassion
for you sit with the ones you love
while you eat

i may not know the next diet
but i will know that my body
is what i eat
and i eat love

Love's first true kiss
on the kindergarten swings
meeting internal bliss
when his lips touch your cheek
next step are the wedding rings
he leaves
only the ring pops left on the sand
trails led to that other girls hand
start counting heartaches
and mistakes

They are listening to every thought
maybe if I grin no one will notice
notice the pain
breathing slowly to catch one breath that doesn't break
my ribs crumble and my knees shake
For this mess can not be
fixed by words.
Words are what brought me down.
All catching up to me.
Those middle school jokes
that have turned into truth.
I cant even look you in the eye.
Is that what acceptance means.

I'm trying to love myself more.
I'm trying to remember
that my words have meaning
and my actions shake
the earth.
I'm trying to realize
that i am created
from love.
I'm trying to remember
to brag about myself,
tell silly stories about
my life
for maybe
someone out there would like
to listen to
what i have to say.
I'm trying to remember that

I am the hush noise
hidden in the air.
I am the waves crashing against
the rocks.
I am the laughs
shared.
I am the melody
of the birds flying high.
I'm trying to acknowledge
myself.

The years have passed since we first met
and I still miss you.

Tip of my tongue
overused, and quite abused
in the most polite way
can be entangled in fear and thoughts
not knowing what to say
lashes back in attitude
declaring war as if its the end of the world
those teenage battles
conflict between moral and selfishness
my tongue spoke words of devil but had a touch like an angel
speaks love and fights battles  
until the last breathe

Black, empty screen
meant to engulf your mind into the scene
We're sitting in the back
stained trail of your hair over my face
Legs wrapped tight
Film unwinds

as you kiss the crevice of my neck
the wheels skid on the pavement in the scene
heart beats faster
that moment was a divine intervention

This isn't a poem to tell how special you are
cause you're not.

I want you to teach me how to feel
feel me in between the creases
of my body

backs arched
toes curled tight
trace me softly

this all feels real
our love shared
without words

your heart against mine
every beat is calculated

intertwine
sigh
repeat

It was unexpected
like the summer days
the knots in my stomach seem to disperse
i never thought id feel this way
for you.
your brown eyes could heal a soul
i feel free with you
every word falls slowly,
not waiting to catch a breathe
emotions a teenager can't handle
That touch was replayed
to figure out if it meant something
something other than hello or goodbye
because every time i see you i don't want to leave

your side
im falling for you

I have fell down many
Times that I've lost count
No broken bones
But a bruised soul
That may never heal.
I have fallen down too
Many times.
My heart aches from
Pushing.
My body can't take anymore
Like fine china.
I have fallen down too
Many times
But will rise up many more.
I am the sea.
Vast in depth, breaking
At the cusp of life.
For I am strong and
Will rise up with strength. .

I saw you in the corner yesterday
Writing your essay about things that don't make sense right now
you spoke so eloquently
and tried your best
to express
every emotion that was spewing out from you
You are the future
Future filled with desire and passion
I could hear your heartbeat
it flowed with life
and room for knowledge to grow
Don't listen to what they say
Social norm
is not always the way
People like you are hiding
hiding in this world
or maybe
seeking the great where no one else can be found.
As you kept on talking
I smiled knowing you are the future
and the future is bright

Be careful
*** isn't for innocence
its not meant to be toyed with
the body is forsaken
but my hips enjoyed it
let me go to hell if
it means
loves sweet touch
would it be different
if i wasn't so pristine
i would rather be on my knees

sweet Mary Magdalene
touch didnt come free
for the price was paid
by gold and leftover
disease
woman of a city who was a sinner

i feel myself
caving in
for my body cant not take more heartache
whats broken cant be fixed
only bought

and the price is paid

he was there
that spark in the cold winter
steps closer and closer
the heat radiated
as my heart skipped two beats
each time to catch a breath
then
he spoke to me
as words were the ink
and i was the canvas

You're slowly slipping away
As if every word
And tears shed
Would bring you back to me

i think we love the ocean
to feel the crash
beat with our hearts
cause this ocean
was meant to be felt
within our souls

guide us softly
and steady like the ocean waves

we tell others advice
so they can live
their life
while we're sitting,
waiting for
ours to begin

                                                         *g.i