My darling, I will find you
underneath the burning sea.
I will know no rest
until I bring you safely home with me~

They threw me a hurricane

I spit back the sea

Some parts fire,
some parts rain,
you are both
shelter
and
the oncoming hurricane.

I am 8 checkpoints on a world map
I am red curtains filtering sunlight into soft pink washes on bedroom walls
I am the elephant (lover) in the room
I am want of knowledge
I am a poet
I am french lavendar and cotton pajamas
I am sharp and unwelcoming
I am black coffee
I am full of knowledge
I am a daughter, a sister, a cousin, a granddaughter, and a care giver
I am an adult
I am a student
I am an avid listener of 60s folk music
I am a terrible listener
I am a well presented mess
I am a performer
I am terrified

I am not decisive
I am not ready
I am not young
I am not unaware
I am not an extravert
I am not a poet

the fragments that make up a human are often broken and many
memories and aspirations
Inspirations dedications
liberations
the fragments are only fragments
the human announces and defines it itself
introduces itself

I am human
I am me


c.d.

she has these eyes
these eyes like softened soil
like dreams could grow into reality

I woke up, had ***.
I woke up, just one more smoke.
For ‘morrow, I sleep.

Hair down to shoulder,
Gray peppers my sideburns;
Where do the years go?