A period of transition
Beginning to get cold
Had another birthday
By God i'm getting old
Life is still a journey
No idea where to go
No more making plans
Time to just go with the flow

Learnt so many lessons
Yet failed so many tests
Hurt myself and others
I can't say I'm impressed
I've heard that things get better
and you should wake up every day
By saying
"I am my own person and I will live my life, my way."

Dear society,

Stop trying to sober us up.
We’re young and bright
and beautiful and loud.
We will light up every
corner of every room
and still shine brighter
than the sun.

Stop telling us to cover up.
We will wear little black dresses
and bright red lipsticks,
leave lip-stains all over
your precious little world
and look so good doing it
that you’ll have to look away.

Stop telling us to slow down.
We live and love with so much
power and strength that we
cannot stop for you
or anyone, for that matter.
Every day is our day
and the world, our oyster.

Stop telling us we’re useless.
One day, we’re going to run the world
for you; going to be soldiers, doctors
writers, artists, speakers of the truth
and the truth is that we’re alive
and strong and here, and
you cannot control us.

From impatient, beautiful, and exuberant young girls everywhere.

though she has stopped listening

for its rhythms,


i cannot tell

my heart

to stop beating

for her.

I crashed into you;
you caught me.
but as I started sinking,
you couldn't hold me up.
you let yourself

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                    a
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f

while I continue to

s

i

n

k

to the depths.

i'm sorry i couldn't float with you.
i'm sorry i wasn't light enough.
i'm sorry i weighed you down.
i'm sorry, but i will still keep
loving you anyway.

I once thought not breathing came
in rasping gasps,
in sudden, fleeting moments;
when the air becomes lead,
and your lungs laden with mercury.

that was before you left.

this endless Vacuum
rips apart whole universes.
it is as if you have siphoned Existence,
leaving nothing but the wispy trails of a dying star
on descent
to the ground.

observe my palm.
it holds asteroids,
where there once were planets.

observe my eyes.
they are black holes,
where there once were galaxies.

feel my heart – place your hand against my chest.
it is still beating.
this is the Core of the Universe;
and it will continue to pulse for you,
even if you have long stopped listening
for its rhythms.