She is in prison

it is my fault

Society tells her it is
That she, a woman, shouldn't have worn such
A short dress
Shouldn't have been "asking for it"
With her wandering eyes
And coy smile

what is wrong with me

She has come to resent the image she sees reflected back to her each day
It is unrecognizable
foreign
And she finds the sight of it
makes her physically ill

help me

The volumes she speaks through her
pleading eyes
go unnoticed
She is silenced by oppression
her words that push the crease
of her lips
elbowing, shoving, clawing their way out
are swallowed by her fear

We're caught somewhere between
falling in love with ourselves
and wishing we were someone else

school

a swirling black hole
of unhappiness
teasing
taunting

kids with sad secrets walk the hallways
sleeves pulled down around their knuckles
wrists tainted with red tears
facing each school day with dread

praying for it to all stop

cs.

I don't know
what to do
I only know
that
I hate waking up well rested.
Not having to slip
-out of my bed
-tip toe out of my room.
i hate not being late to class.
you are
so
grumpy,
in the morning.
but it's okay.
i like the way it makes me feel;
unwanted.

A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace

my pulse stops when our hands interlock
my palms sweat when i see you
my legs feel numb when we're intertwined
and i feel like my brain bounces off the walls
of my skull when you leave
i feel the withdrawal in my bones
but my heart knows that
you'll come back
tomorrow.

When I was young and bold and strong,
Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
My plume on high, my flag unfurled,
I rode away to right the world.
"Come out, you dogs, and fight!" said I,
And wept there was but once to die.

But I am old; and good and bad
Are woven in a crazy plaid.
I sit and say, "The world is so;
And he is wise who lets it go.
A battle lost, a battle won--
The difference is small, my son."

Inertia rides and riddles me;
The which is called Philosophy.

It was the 1st date in year
My mind full of fears
I wait under the street light
Hoping things go right
Her eyes and red lips grab my attention
We talk and watch a film
After we sit and talk
Getting to know one another better
Sharing personal stories
Feeling a charged connection
The night ends with a kiss
She is missed in the heart