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Aspen Apr 2020
Being called “ladies” in the hallways
Getting that feeling of being misplaced
People seeing you not for who you really are,
But who they think you are

Why are those actions
Those clothes, shoes and colors
Put into a box that’s associated with gender?
Why am I put in a box because of my clothes, actions, and expression?

Cause dresses are just pieces of cloth
Makeup is just colored powder that you put on your face
And heels are just shoes that make you feel tall

Why does femininity have to be associated
With being a lady or a girl or females?
Can’t femininity just be available to all?
4/10/20 prompt: Femininity

Just a reminder: gender expression does not equal gender identity! Just because you present masculine, feminine, or androgynous does not mean that your gender identity isn't valid! I love you guys <3
Aspen Apr 2020
Red
The color of passion
The color of the spark in each of our hearts
As we love, as we fight, as we live
It is the color of that drive in us
To persevere against all odds
The drive to make sure that
Our voices are heard
Red
The color of anger and pain
The color of the blood spilt after each fight
The hearts broken
The demons released
From the cages of our minds
Red, the emotion that we cannot control

Red
Is a double-edged sword
It is love
It is that drive that makes life worth living
It is the excitement, the spark
But it is also the color
That hurts us the most
4/9/20 prompt: Focus on a color
Aspen Apr 2020
This is a love poem
To a person who doesn’t know me
They could be a he or a she
or someone who’s non-binary

All I want to do is hold you in my arms
To be safe and sound on a stormy night
All I want is to laugh and talk with you
Or go on adventures then watch the sunset
Is this really too much to ask?

To whom will I give this poem to?
Who will love me and not hurt me
Will there be someone who will love me and not hurt me?

I want a love that’s like a rose without thorns
Rain without thunder and lightening
I want a love that will not hurt me
Is this really too much to ask?
day 8 of the 30 day writing challenge
Aspen Apr 2020
12 AM a time of quiet
No one stirs, no one speaks
The first hour of the day,
Today becomes tomorrow
And no one’s aware

12 AM some people sleep
But some people are restless,
Unable to sleep

Some are chained to the tears of heartbreak
Or held hostage by the demons in their head
Try and try as they might, they will be prisoners of darkness and sorrow
In the night

Some are too excited to sleep
A moment of pleasure,
A moment to remember
It comes closer as each hour passes
As the day of the event finally comes

12 AM, the hour of rest, sorrow and excitement
The first hour of the day,
The hour of emotions or the hour of sleep
Day 7 of the 30 day writing challenge for national poetry month
Aspen Apr 2020
The old places of laughter
Are now full of sorrow and yearning
As I remember all the days we spent together
Without you here

The treasures that have your fingerprints on them
Are now meaningless objects, stored away in boxes
Shut away in cupboards
Forgotten
Just like the way you have forgotten me

The songs we used to sing on the top of our lungs
The ones we used to dance to
Are now the songs I play at 3 am
When I yearn to be snuggled in your embrace

The old photos in the album with us laughing,
Moments frozen in time,
Moments where I can’t go back
A reminder that you are gone
Day 6 of the 30 day prompt challenge for national poetry month
Aspen Apr 2020
The sun’s warm rays
Remind me of my days in the sun
The days of no responsibility
When innocence was still alive...
The snow white clouds remind me of the
Pure, innocent dreams of a kid…
The trees, remind me of those games of hide and seek
Those days where we could laugh and joke
Without a care in the world
The bird’s song reminds me of the times when
The only song I listened to, was the song of the present
The song was loud, clear, and uninterrupted
By the darkness inside my head

Sometimes, when I yearn for the past
I go back to nature because…
Unlike objects or people,
Nature never changes
The white clouds will always be in the sky
The sun will always shine during the day
The trees will always stand tall
And the birds will always sing…
Until the day I die
Day 5 of the national poetry month 30 day writing challenge
Aspen Apr 2020
Anxiety….
You try and stop it, the voices in your head,
the impending feeling of dread...
the ticking of the clock, waiting for danger that will never come.
It is like one of those movie scenes,
where you are in a glass tank submerged in water.
The glass is cracked and there is water spilling in.

You try and stop it, you try not to drown, you try to do anything...to keep that water from flooding in... but you fail.
The dread comes rushing in, it takes over your body and you lose control.

You try not to drown, you try to calm down as the waves assail you. Your lungs feel as though they are about to combust,
your ribs feel as though there is a net made of fear tangled around them, strangling them.
Your heart sings the battle cry of a thousand drums as your body prepares to fight an enemy made up of twisted illusions.

Your eyes flood with uncontrollable, blinding tears….your breath quickens as you seemingly run out of air….You tell yourself, calm down….breathe….count your breaths, you're safe. Nothing stops that urge to panic though...it seems as though nothing can stop it.

Anxiety...

a seemingly infinite roller coaster that you can never get off of
and when you finally do, it has ****** every drop of energy from your body.

You don’t eat, because you will throw it all up….
you don’t sleep, because the voices in your head are deafening.
You wonder when you will feel safe.
For as long as these fears knock upon your door when you are alone or when you are with others, there is no way that you are safe...

Anxiety...
people say it is normal,
that it is necessary for survival.
But how am I supposed to trust those illogical fears that tear my relationships apart?
How am I supposed to trust the very thing that drowns me...
the thing that I battle with almost everyday?
So this was the original prompt for day 4...but I already wrote this sort of vignette type of thing  earlier so...I just wrote a new poem and posted both the new one and the old one.
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