#inclusive
Our connection,
is a pale moon above
and stars that shine
they are yours as they are also mine,
we feel the grey of falling rain
the warmth of joy
and the chill of pain,
we live we love, we laugh and we die
with the same yellow sun
and the same blue sky
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 6:15 AM UTC
Brittle bones,
knackered backs
look where have we been,
steaming
bickering
all within,
faltering legs slipping through the streets,
this man;
would you still greet?
Ashen lungs, falling through
bruised hands;
brimming of stench
been home late,
lately—
this man;
would you still put arms around?
old shirt pieces,
spectacles of destiny
uttering broken-frames;
for a new sweater
weaved into his soul-born.
this man,
would you call a miser still?
Look at those fingers,
go across the keyboard—
Look at the tubelight
light those eyes up
all night.
this man
would you still smile for?
For once,
let me know—
this man,
and his tears;
would you bear upon your lap?
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 1:14 PM UTC
Two good, close
Friends
Separated by the
Existence of humans.
For they are
Misunderstood by
The species
They originally
Existed for.
Called themselves
"Objectivity"
"Subjectivity".
Tried extensively to
Establish their individualism,
Yet holding hands to
Become mutually inclusive.
For they were
Unaware
Lines drawn, fades.
Misunderstood by
Humans,
Mutually inclusivity
Confused
As one.
Silly of the two friends,
Had no idea
Humans have failed
Humans for
The longest imaginable
Time.
For they were
Just mere Intangible,
Failing them is
And will remain
An easy possibility.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 12:42 AM UTC
I walk around these places
Trans-centric spaces
Yet I don't feel like I belong
I know that
I look like them
And based on my reading
I feel like them too
Though I still have this sense
That I somehow do not count
I am not quite enough
I feel without a place
Maybe because last time
I was at a trans art show
And my art lives in words
Not in images on canvas
Just another piece of me
That doesn't quite feel
Real enough or
Good enough
To be taken seriously
And I know
I know
This all boils down to
The way I treat myself
But I'm trying
I'm trying
Some things just take time
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
Are you afraid of the dark?
In the dark, things are unseen
I have no color or ethnicity
No gender or ****** orientation
Are you afraid of the dark?
In the dark we are all equal
We have no height or weight
No hair or eye color
Beauty is up for interpretation
Are you afraid of the dark?
In the dark you're just a person
You have no talents or disabilities
Wages and wealth don't matter
Are you afraid of the dark?
Nobody can be insulted in the dark
Education and relationship status
All these things are so irrelevant
Everybody is my equal, and none of us can see anything around us
Are you afraid of the dark?
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
Some leaders thrive on their power,
Great leaders strive to empower.
Some feel power is absolute,
The great ones though... know the real truth.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC
*I reach
into you
searching for
something familiar
We have forgotten
we were
once inseparable
All of us
collectively
singular
rising out of
the great expanse
We’ll live again
like the stars
born again
on the
horizon*
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
Wednesdays and Fridays:
The only days I jump out of bed
Filled with
happiness.
Passion.
Patience.
Excitement.
I walk into the classroom,
Trade my sadness for a dose of jubilance.
I feel alive again.
A dozen 3 year olds swarm the room,
the melting ***
Labels such as: typical, Downs syndrome, autistic, deaf
Come together to morph into a magical classroom.
“The Tree House Room”.
Differences are not feared in the eyes of these little humans,
They are
embraced.
Accepted.
Loved.
These are the days I live for.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC