Dreams Flutter,
twirling inside,
the chimerical mind,
of a dreamer;
my head soaring up,
to meet the clouds,
dancing among the stars.


Being a dreamer,
I am no stranger,
to listening to the lyrics of my heart,
perrsuading me to obtain,
a bouquet of hopes and desires,
that resonates with,the strings of my soul.


"you're impractical",
taunts the voices,
weighing my spirt down,
as self-doubt lingers,
upon my lips,
tasting the return of the bitterness,
a brackish inferiority,
leaving the gulp of confidence,
a difficult pill to swallow.


The shackles around my legs,
forces my choices to decrease,
as the chains of the past,
stifle the ability,
to utilize the clouds,
enveloping my thoughts ,
as stepping stones.


The sight of Intuition,
a gift of the prophets,
allows me to tap into,
talents of Creativity,
skills of persistence,
painting colors,
saturated in intellect,
concealed by a youthful demeanor.


The corset of Thorns,
pricking my torso,
a garment I reuse,
to wear upon my frame,
the suit of torture,
entrapping me within,
a plague of atrocious remembrance.


I return to the physical world,
abandoning  my environmental prison,
to bathe in a hot spring of Lotus Flowers,
soothing my exterior form,
as I conquer one element,
of my internal Struggle.


I rise from the plethora,
of Lotus Flowers,
basking in the dawn of my metamorphosis,
gaining ecstasy,
as I arrive one step,
closer to reaching the biggest desire,
of this dreamer.

From the ashes I descend,
Rising among the flames,
As shades of red.
Orange and yellow,
Blend within the explosion,
Of my rebirth,
Claiming my life force once more.

My deep hazel eyes,
Drenched in golden brown,
Surrounded by a burst of jade,
Speckled with dark green,
Reveal my humility,
Compassion and genuine kindness,
Allowing you to behold,
The window to my soul.

The vessel,
Containing my spirit,
Conflicts with the feminine demeanor,
Exposing sincerity,
Comforting hands of a care-giver,
The voice of loyalty,
Gently escaping lips,
Tears of empathy,
Seeping with understanding,
Kisses of affection,
As soft spoken words,
Depict desires,
Hopes and the warmth,
Of pure love.

Mystery envelops my origin,
Becoming a mystical being,
With the ability to heal,
The potential to inspire,
Living proof of an alleged myth,
Yielding in protection,
As my plethora of feathers,
Shield the individuals I adore,
From darkness,
Attempting to swallow the light,
We yearn to discover.

Blind Thoughts of denial,
Shall forsake your eyes,
If you pass judgment,
Upon me,
For my cloak of skin,
Concealing my true beauty.

As a Phoenix,
I refuse to watch,
The children of diversity,
Suffer degradation,
Living in fear of discrimination,
Stifling the right to love another,
To dress in garments,
That correlate the body with the mind.

I shall rage to cease,
The hands of violence leaving bruises,
Ignorance stripping,
Breaths of air from a pair of lungs,
As homophobia,
Transphobia, and intolerance,
Deplete individuality from a heart,
Deserving liberty,
The pursuit of happiness,
A chance to survive.

The Earth returns my soul,
To reap the love,
Concealed in assumptions,
And sow acceptance into,
The fields of society,
As I continue,
To soar into a cerulean sky.

The strokes,

of my brush,

against the Canvas,

depict the features,

forming the image,

of you,

my Romeo.



Hazel eyes mesmerize me,

revealing the key,

to your soul.

An alluring smile,

intrigues my interest,

dreaming of your lips,

caressing my own.



The view of your form,

exposes your body,

embellished in ******,

similar to the gods,

of Greek and Roman antiquity,

intoxicates me.



As I finish,

my masterpiece,

temptation persuades me,

to move towards,

you,

my male model,

to render,

my artistic expression.



You gaze into my eyes,

yearning to taste,

my lips as passion emanates,

from our kiss.



You come closer to me,

removing my blouse,

with your firm hands,

brushing against my torso.

You lower yourself down,

to your knees,

unzipping my paint-splattered jeans,

with your teeth.



After the removal,

of my garments,

you carry me,

into the bedroom,

gently placing,

me upon your bed.



Your breath warms,

my skin,

as you strike,

my exterior,

with the blade of lust,

fiercely thrusting,

in the heat,

of the night.



Our bodies unite,

interweaving our souls,

igniting an intimate explosion,

between ourselves,

consuming our spirits.



A safe haven,

becomes my reality,

as I lay into your arms,

whispering sweet nothings,

to enchant your ears.

I drift into slumber,

resting my head,

upon your chest,

holding your hand,

as my world,

is at peace.



I awake before you,

leaving to create works of art,

write sensual poetry,

reflecting on my thoughts,

of you,

to reveal my admiration,

for you,

my soul-mate,

brought to me,

by the hands of Venus.

Beauty is everywhere,
if you choose to look closer,
viewing what you miss,
at first glance.

Just because in society’s mind,
her beauty is unconventional,
he’s a behemoth,
she’s a walking skeleton,
he’s a dwarf,
she’s a sky scraper,
does not give anyone the right,
to degrade or strip away,
the fact that they are,
Beautiful.

He wishes to star in a movie,
she desires to fiercely walk the runway,
he wants to dance upon the stage,
She dreams to play among the star athletes,
but society says they can’t.

“You’re awkward,
a freak,
four-eyes,
buck-tooth,
stupid,
too flamboyant,
you’re simply not good enough,
raise your white flag,
and surrender because you are inferior”,
society harshly states.

Society attempts to silence,
unique individuals,
who do not fit the mold.
of what is considered,
to be normal,
as if that aspect exists,
in our world.

Similarities are necessary,
yet differences,
whether subtle or extreme,
are the essential details,
engendering us,
to be more than enough.