parents teach us
how to take care of ourselves
but all we really want to find
is someone to do it for us

they teach us
how to manage the stress of life
but they don't want us
to handle it alone

teach us
how to care for
and love ourselves
but they want someone there
if we ever forget how

i found my someone

the insecurity
and awareness
of being called out

being singled out
once
at the start to my day
and the feeling of
self consciousness
throughout the rest of it

that day
it wasn't a bold move
or a statement

i wanted to look nice
but a little lice
or a little skin
and suddenly
I was at fault

since when has my back
become a distraction
how many people have noticed
before that one did

i am not here for judgement
i am here to learn
in comfort
and the four inches
of skin
on my back
that show through this lace
is not enough of a reason
for you
to take away comfort
from my day

I miss you in the mornings
when you teach the foxes to dance,
barefoot and all a trick of the light.
You are peculiar,
though all the best things are.
We may not break the bone,
but we do drink the marrow.
Yes, you say.
Wait for me, if nothing else.
Yes,
though I see how it pains you to admit it,
to spit it, to rip it out,
in spite of it being true.
You, whose only weapon is a shield.
You, who are free.
It is easy to forget
that Dionysus was the god of chaos,
too,
and that theres a bit of him in all of us.
We don't have to move the mountain.
We can live in the caves
and learn to be less real than we are.
We say new things in an old language.
The enemy ships land,
and we join them on the beach,
spinning round their fires,
singing war songs to each other's reaching hands.
How strange to be a part of something
and still be your own.

I should be given the gold medal for creating misconceptions
Cause i always accidentally start misunderstandings
With my poor word structure
A sad excuse for a poet like me

You're supposed to only have water in my school
But soda is water too with a color
So what's the hassle?

I see myself in the poppy seeds and the playful trees -
In the dying grass,
In the crisp, singing breeze;
Under the breadth of sky,
Atop the breast of the sea;
In nature’s right hand -
Free.

told by strangers in the dark watch were you make your mark in this life whispers from people that you don't know be careful with witch people you go don't take the path that is well traveled said the one who stay in the night and he say to you to make your own light engage in what is proper but show you true colors at the same time and always say whats on your mind don't twist the ways of the world to fit your own ambitoins and don't do things for mere ignition take time in what you do for your pay so you can be hired another day but be aware of the one who says lets spend money and just have fun don't live by foolish lies and the last words the stranger spoke he said don't be alone when you croke