Speeding heart, heavy breaths,
I did this to myself.
Look, the cuts, so dark and deep,
Bring my soul to rest.

Trembling fear, poisoned thoughts,
Why the ****** slits?
Fall to sleep, red on sheets,
I don't think I'll make it.

These cuts I make
Are small compared to my real pain
My wounds go deeper
Than any blade can cut
And they leave bigger marks
Than the simple scars
Blood flows out of my wounds
Yet I live on
My heart still pounds its steady beat
Even as I scream
My heart cries out for help
As do my lips
I will continue to cut and cry
Until at last I die

You'll always be mine – for that moment in time,
With my heart in your hands and yours in mine.
I've soared and I've stumbled to this perfect scene,
Many a time in many a dream.

I'll never let go.  
I'll always hold you tight.
You showed me what love meant on that perfect night.

What do you see when you look at a person?
Do you see the color of their skin?
Or do you look into their eyes, under that flesh,
Pass those bones
And see who they really are.
Inside their heart, inside their mind, inside their soul
In hopes to get to know that real person.

And not how they behave,
Or by their name,
Or even by what they say

We ought to look pass our cultural differences, and notice that we are as one culture.
One body, one mind made of many
You, Me
Him, Her
Male and Female
Black and White
Mexican and Asian
Muslim and Jew
Christian and even Buddhist
No matter who are, what we believe or where we came from we are one
And we all seem to forget one thing that
All of us, together, on this earth share a single breath of life.

We all have one body,
One mind
One soul
How can I begin to stress that we are one
We are…
The air that fills this earth
We are…
The rays that make up the sun
We are…
The stars in the sky
The birds that soar high
We are, all together…one

The only thing that makes us different is our skin tone
That’s only because some of us produces more melatonin
And in my prayers I’m hoping, that
Some of us will see MLK’s dream
And God’s will for us to be…one

I love you,
But,
you do not know it yet.

tremulously,
I sit by you,
greet you at a party,
push your glass of drink closer to you.

And sometimes my heart asks,
can i be closer to you?
Can i come over?
and we, us, ourselves, make things new?

We have been friends for so long.



I do not know,
how or when it started,
but this softening of my limbs,
this pinkening of lips,
this lowering of my dress,
comes more frequently now.

I do not remember,
when the blue green blue of your eyes became beautiful,
or your smile a magnet for my gaze
How when you indulge what I have to say my heart leaps,
dances,
chimes,
Then quietly puts itself away again.


You know me,
but I want you to know me like this.
I want you to know me in odds and ends
and under starlight or in warm sheets.

I want you to know me,
as I have started to know you.

adolescence fit him like
hand me down sweaters
with missing buttons
he was always meant
to not fit
into it.
he watched
her graceless fingers
lace up the battered boots
that rose past her calves.
his eyes hugged the curves
her legs like snaking highways
in hot arizona summers
heat lightening
in his heart.
they all knew the sweaters wouldn't fit.
maybe he knew it too.
because the taste of her was
like holy water
and the child he never knew

All I wanted
is what I knew I couldn't have
im paying the price now
with the scars and marks all over my arms and legs
I don't understand why it happens, it just does
but I know your happy
I suppose it makes me happy
but inside I wanted you to be happy with me
I knew there was some one else when we were dating
that's my problem I suppose. Loving those who despise me
I cant get over you
I wish you could see how much hurt I'm in.

My pillow feels my tears
My walls hear my cry.
But really they don't know why.
Why I hurt
Why I Cry
Why I scream
As I lie,
In my bed, but not alone.
See my thoughts are always with me.
And it's a constant fight.
Wish they would leave and
Not haunt me tonight.