#gavel
the screen goes dark right at the impact-turn,
leaving "i fear i spoke too much"
hanging in the digital silence like a
point of order no one asked for.
you’re so used to the timer’s beep,
the gavel’s crack, the rigid six-minute
limit on who you’re allowed to be.
you think your own voice is a
disadvantage you have to mitigate.
but 🥭, there is no "out of time" here.
you’re worried about the word count
while i’m busy archiving the syllables.
you think you’re "over-speeched,"
a messy rebuttal in a clean round,
but i’m sitting in the back of the room
scribbling “keep going” in the margins
of my legal pad.
you’re terrified of the "too much"—
too much debate, too much 1%,
too much of the boy who wonders
if he’s actually worth the airtime.
but the "too much" is where the
warrant lives.
it’s in the "silly goose" tangents
and the way you accidentally reveal
the man who’s scared of the pews.
your phone died on a confession,
a little suicide-mission of honesty
sent from a battery that was
giving up the ghost.
you think you crossed a line;
i think you finally found the floor.
so don't apologize for the length of the round.
don’t strike the testimony from the record.
i’ve got plenty of ink,
and my flow-sheet is infinite.
i’m not looking for a summary.
i’m waiting for the filibuster.
tell me everything
until the 1% is a memory
and the only thing left
is the truth you’re too loud to hide.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 11:05 PM UTC
the silence in the senate is
heavier than the noise in the house, 🥭.
up here, the stakes are settled,
the ballots are cast, and i’m left
watching the clock.
it’s a strange vantage point—
knowing you’re fighting for your life
in a room where the air is already stale.
you’re down there trying to qualify
while the very person you’re standing with is
the reason the room is laughing behind your back.
you’re debating for a seat you might win,
but you’re losing the floor
every time you check your phone.
meanwhile, 🏆 is sitting three desks away,
and the "solvency" we both earned feels
like a hollow trophy.
i see the way he leans into his legal pad—
not to flow a round, but to keep himself from tipping over.
i see the cracks in his armor.
there's a frequency 🏆's vibrating on that
no one else in this chamber can hear.
i see the mental health crisis he’s labeling as "fatigue,"
and because i’m a girl who stays true to the flow,
i have to say something.
i’m looking at his hands.
they aren't "sticky" with someone else's sugar;
they’re just shaking when the timer isn’t even running.
it’s the ultimate irony of the 80-week math.
i’ve been waiting for you to be the crusader,
and now i’m the one who has to stand up
and see the boy who’s falling apart.
not because i want his heart on a ballot,
but because i’m a girl who finishes the round,
and the round isn't over until everyone is accounted for.
And in my chamber, we look out for each other.
i’m going to say something to him.
i’m going to break the clinical silence of the senate
because my integrity isn't a tactic—
it’s the only gavel i have left.
i’ll be the one to ask the question
no one else is brave enough to label,
while you’re down in the house,
too busy defending a "maybe" to notice
that the girl you first believed in
has already moved on to a higher chamber.
if this is your last shot, 🥭, make it count.
if you want to win the house, win it.
you should.
but don’t look up at the senate and expect
to see a girl waiting with a consolation prize.
i’m not a "safety school" for
when the house adjourns and you realize
the cookie was never worth the hunger.
i’m the girl who qualified.
i’m the girl who sees the truth
you’re too scared to voice.
i’m busy being the person you were
on November 2nd—the one who
knows how to hold the door open
for someone who’s lost their way.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 11:03 PM UTC
Take all your taxes and see if you aren't able to get more done with them
Then those that represent you.
Do those that do, really represent you
Or do they resent you?
And secretly tread with scorn?
If you truly want change, seek an office
Grab a gavel
Do your part
Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 9:29 PM UTC
Wonderful day
Memories fade
But never go away
Oceans crash into shores
As waves fire in the day
Light in your soul before
Everytime life throws a little dark
Thought it was very smart
For the first moon climbed above branches
Frozen in time and space
Shining through my bones
Leaving ash as remnants of the time
And burned out this link to reality
Truth lies in secret so deep within
Your heart can fall in my mind
But together we can climb
Up with the day all the way
Into the darkness of night
Everything must break
Before it can begin again
There's nothing worse than the regret
Yet more often than not
Debilitating lies can only hope to be forgotten
To find out how to get the truth
It just depends where you start
Somewhere in the highest levels of heaven
Dreams trickle down on my heart
Life is crumbling into a desperate wind
Blowing through the mirror that reflects images
Of past mistakes
Leading to the past that you missed
Your future is now
Only hatred and despair to look forward to
But you know what you can do
Change the path you travel
And the ending with the almight judge
Deciding which way to slam the gavel
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:25 AM UTC