Their lips touched in the autumn air,
under the tree he had always loved.
his hair tickled his chin,
they both giggled,
what a sin.
if this is sin, so be it
love, burst, explosions that I will die for.
their hands tangled with such scandal
the roman air smelled nice
they saw their graves
but nothing came with more worth
than the ritual of love.

She fell in love with the wind
she knows she shouldn't
but god HER hair is so shiny
and HER breath smells like the forest
It is a revelation for her
but just another story for HER

Years later, she will tell the breeze
of the wind that changed her life
and the wind will continue flowing along
sweeping the girls off their feet
but only for a brief moment
no one owns the wind.

Sometimes I can tell
the Universe is moving without me
Even when I was a child
I saw the moon smile at me
It was running along side me  in the car window
That night the moon appeared outside my window
That's how I know
I will never be alone.
The moon will never let me be.
Sometimes I can tell,
the Universe is moving without me.

Like a crowded hallway
I squeeze by people who don't see me
there you are
holding my cheek to your hand
every planted kiss
I feel visible.

It was so overwhelming
the swirls of orange around me
A subtle dreamy orange like the sunset
So safe
So light
I waved my finger for more swirls of orange
my fingers wiping the sky as the night turns bluer
the sky became this deep ocean blue
My fingers drew points on the sky where I want to go
with each point a sparkle
then the sky...it lit up for me.

The value of life is easy to defend
when it cannot speak or contest
when it does not even take your food
nor can it take up space

then the value of life becomes nothing
when they begin to breathe your air
when their mouths turn hungry
and they look to you with real eyes

Turning away the same open palms
that you fought to bring here
then
Are you still an advocate for life?

I can't remember the last time
I wanted to type words that touched me
I become so uninspired
like a bee who neglects the beauty of the garden

Poetry is a form of vanity
Let me indulge in it again

I sat in the light tower,
waiting... waiting... waiting...
heavenly father, i not longer believe.

The waves are violent tonight
has he landed at a harbor safely?
Even if it is not mine.

But i wait at the light tower
shining the call to home
guiding him back

No harbor is his home
but i hope he will see my light
and take me away to the sea.

The clouds poured that day
When my mother took me in the church
I kneeled in front of a porcelain Mary
Who glared down in righteousness
So full of herself, i thought.

She should be a figure of strength
A warrior even, made by her virginal status
But you are still porcelain, I snarled
A slight push
And to pieces you go.

In the fear of the Divine
I confessed my sins
Her smile still cold and smirk like
Laughing ay my earthly worries
Dismissing my lonely sorrow.

I looked up again in pain and anger
Smothered by fear and angst
To be met with my mother’s face
Who stood in porcelain
Looking down in righteousness.

War is a terrible thing
at the whims of chess masters
who sacrifice pieces without care
pieces of flesh and blood
product of love and hope

War is a terrible thing
those who crave it
likely never felt the rage
of loss and grief
of pain and fear that stays long into the night.

War is a terrible thing
in the light of your enemy's eyes
behind the rage and behind the fire
is a fear of broken promises
of a place no one can return to.

War is a terrible thing
to evolve is to learn to be without it
and to live in a place where we can return.

When he left,
my heart moved with him
How funny
I thought blue was the color of sadness
but blue is the color of a new beginning

I dipped my body into the ocean
5 seconds of waves washing over me
I am new, I am fresh.

When you were young
I love you was a learned response.
There were shallow meanings to it
Something you quickly toss at your parents
When you are running late to school

Then you move out
And you see their backs hunched over.
They tell you the same stories over and over
And you say i love you with meaning this time
Because they may not have much time

When you were in high school
You said I love you to her
As a correct response, not as a genuine one.
There was again no real meaning
Just three words to her underpants.

Then you got married
And you see her graduating college
A gleam in her eyes, that spark of intelligence
You said I love you with meaning
Because she swept you off your feet.

So I guess,
love is inside us.
But we never learn to really say it first
We aren’t even aware
Until it comes on, like a lightbulb.

What do you mean why?
They're wrong for hating us!
This is the country
of love, freedom, and liberty
of oppurunities, of life, of everything golden!
yes, there are children under fire in school
okay, maybe it isn't such an ideal world if you are a person of color
sure, it's still scary to go out at night as a woman
fine, we might have impossilbe high tuition rates.

but I dont hate America.
no, not at all.
I love America.
but i can understand why people do.
And thats why
I
will
vote.

10 years ago, you werent going to make it
5 years ago, you never pictured youd be here
1 year ago, you were facing the hardest dilema of your life
2 weeks ago, you had the worst mental break down
1 day ago, you doubted yourself
but here you are
overcoming, defeating, conquering
you think you cant
because you dont remember the times that you could and did.
you think you failed
because you don't remember the simple task you succeeded in.
You are always overcoming.
Breath.
When you feel like you cant,
look back a little.
Remember that
you can,
and
you did.

My absolute dearest
put a hand over your left chest
feel that beat
the energy it takes to pulse
You are not alone
you have an army inside you

Don't give up on your life
if not for other,
at least for your organs.

They work so hard to keep you alive.

In my black ink your love shines bright
That the same fire that build our warmth

Burns a fiery death.