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Jun 2015
Red deep wine, skull bares it all
Tears streaming down my face
Iphone 5s embodies how hard it is to go
Sleeping on the floor, leave before ready
But life, it sweeps you up
It tells you when it is time to fly.

A vanity full of beautiful make up
Artistry in it all
Caitlyn Jenner is a free woman
But it breaks my heart, 77% money
Dollar bills and the power struggle
Men want to be women
Women want to be men
But if a woman became a man
On the cover of Time or Vanity
Would the human race pillage the town?

Sweating at a new gym
Tattoos sing and introduce me to the new town
The boys, the newness
Lets share everything
I can be whoever I want to be.

Positivity and innovation
My mood dangles from tree branches
In the Windy City
What its like to have freedom from needing a lover
My room mate and I eat whiskey icecream.

Haven't let myself feel too much
Since a big jet plane swept me away
Papa, I gotta run to Second City
My life demands I take off
But we squeeze hands
As my lady loves in Philadelphia, send love
Lest we forget.

Can't get much harder than this
The new girl, new town, transition once again
A single song can bring it all back
I watched him walk out of the door
I said goodbye to in such a hurry
I wondered these past 3 days if I was a dry well
But as my fingers do the talking through writing
I feel everything once again.

5 years spent building a powerful, beautiful life
But I looked around knowing I could not stay
Flourishing, growing, transforming
My beak, my feathers, my wings
Never had they been so white.

There was a time
When my life revolved around one man
But we women, we see men wanting to be women
We see women wanting to be men
As I gaze at bathroom doors marked "W" & "M"
Why must we categorize?

Raised to look at a woman's body with nothing but lust
Lets not forget brains.

Eyes running from cutting onions
I cook and I investigate the new neighborhood
So happy to be here.
So glad to begin again.
Momentum so full so strong
Never had I felt more surrounded by artistry
Where I could rock climb and descend up
Down.

So many moments, memories
Faces kissed and left
Friendships that will stand next to me always
Trust that tattoos, green hair
Fresh fruit.
I want to always be fresh fruit.
Why settle for anything but fresh fruit?
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   --- and Day Wing
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