"avery" poems
I died on a Tuesday and found my way in the news
Caught between a commercial and karaoke singing girl
Was the appearance of the killer but they only had his shoes
I approached the desk and rang a little bell
Saint Peter took out a pen, found my name and said
"You're not on the list, you must be looking for Hell."
I tried to appeal for trial in Heavenly Courtroom Twelve
Judge Jesus and Judy had to declare a hung jury
And during recess I had to find a bed in Purgatory Hotel
In Room 237, I met a man named Avery
He was a little cynical and said that this was typical
That "it took them 18 years to finally save me."
In the morning I finally I got to hear the verdict
Led by a jury of peers such as writers and queers
They said hell awaits those whose life isn't worth it
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
It’s Christmas time, Santa Claus is here,
I guess it’s just that time of year
That fills everyone with glee,
Everyone but me.
I immediately regretted climbing out of bed
When I feel the chill creeping up my neck.
I just want to go back to sleep,
Then some sanity I can keep.
I slowly make my way toward the fireplace.
But that’s when I see your face
Because you always kept me warm.
And sheltered from those winter storms.
Everyone is asking me to make a list,
If I could have anything that I wish,
What would it be?
I close my eyes and I see.
Hawaii or Europe could be nice,
At least they aren’t covered in this ice.
Or maybe a new sweater,
To hide myself from this weather.
Avery wants a Barbie and Kayden wants it all,
Ian wants legos, but I fear that they’re so small,
He will probably lose them, so I guess that’s a waste,
I just want to kiss away these unpleasant holidays.
I could say I want a new car covered in ribbons and bows
But if you want the truth, then here it goes.
I want to go back this time last year where everything was right.
Where I had the boy, I had the Dad, but a Mother? Well…not quite.
Maybe that could be my other wish,
A bonus on my gift list.
I would do anything you need me to,
Because Christmas isn’t the same without you.
You didn’t have to be my father,
Because I was another man’s daughter,
But you pulled me in, and gave me your name,
And when it came to your children, you treated me the same.
Maybe I didn’t know my dad,
But there was one special man that I had,
And as I look out over this blasted snow,
I realize that I can’t let you go.
Mom part 2 might seem alright,
But you should see how she is at night,
Because the love of her life was taken away,
A month ago from last Sunday.
Daddy’s little girl, isn’t little anymore,
And daddy isn’t here to kiss her little sores.
Her heart is breaking because you’re gone.
But life is supposed to go on.
They asked me what I wanted
And all I know is that this is true,
**That Christmas time, isn’t Christmas time,
If Christmas is missing you.**
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 5:18 PM UTC
He always wanted to go on a trip
To entertain passengers on a cruise
After searching found the perfect ship
He set sail, he had nothing to lose.
Packing his sequined shirts for the ride
Which he'd got from the charity shop
He had also a few secrets hidden inside
including a avery pretty ladies frock!
He'd spent ages looking at it and he had sewn
little sparkly bits along the sleeves and neck line.
He wore it the first night and got covered in foam
and someone had splashed him with red wine.
He thought he'd disembark at the next available quay
But as time went on it was not as bad as he had thought
First night blues over he now sings every night at sea
In his new role as Drag Queen of the Palace Resort.
Passengers line up to get tickets for his show in the queue
He entertains all of the evening and most of the day
He is at his best and he is one of the crew
It is his home and is where he will stay.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
Dear Alyssa,
I am trying to say your name, but it is so foreign to me I cannot believe I once called it my own. It is stiff and uncomfortable, and sticky and sad. I cringe every time I hear it, it was never my home.
But I will never not envy the fact that our mother handcrafted it for you while Avery was never touched by her beauty. When you think beauty, I know the only thing you think of is Montana Walker. The girl in your English class with the freckle by her smile who plays chess with you at lunch. But when your father thinks beauty, Alyssa is still his first thought.
Dear Alyssa,
When you were in sixth grade, you dreamt about me. I wore a pullover hoodie and a backwards hat with one arm slung around Montana's shoulders. You were afraid to touch her, but me, I wasn't intimidated by her. She was quiet and tall, I was taller and loud, my chest was open and breathed proud. You never believed you would get there, and you aren't. I am miles away from loud. I am unable to speak up for you. Even when I was called a ****** my first day of public high school. Even when I was called a ******* ****** *** **** by a member of our own community, someone who shares so much of our journey. I didn't speak up for you or me. I'm sorry.
Dear Alyssa,
I'm sorry I tried to tear you open to see if I was hiding underneath. I'm sorry. I was not underneath. This is no woman's body because it belongs to me. I was not underneath.
Dear Alyssa,
Mom and dad are right. You are beauty. You are pretty and feminine and sweet. Alyssa, you are the prettiest boy you'll ever meet, because frankly, there is no girl I used to be. We are inherently male because we are supposed to be.
**** biology.
**** transphobic members of the LGBT community.
**** that at 15, you've reached half a trans* person's life expectancy.
**** that you will never be allowed to join the military.
**** the life that they want you to lead.
You are me.
You are the boy I used to be.
Dear Alyssa,
I'm sorry.
Sincerely yours
P.S. I should've loved you more.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
It was March, somewhere near the darkened salty wood
When I heard a girl say something, a cry out to me.
She ran out of the forest as fast as she could
To greet me with eyes the shone like the glass of the sea.
"My name is Avery," a silver flute chimed,
"Would you like to come find shells with me?"
I was stunned; all seemed to be perfectly timed,
She came right when I was about to leave.
The ocean waves crashed like thunder.
It was surprising how comfortable she was with me.
All at once, I began to wonder:
Could this be real life? How on Earth could this be?
In the distance, I heard the bell ring,
Seven o'clock the sun signaled to me.
Avery looked upon my face, began to sing,
Which reminded me of a soft and sweet honey bee.
My boat pulled ashore near the beginning of dawn,
And Avery pulled aside and whispered to me,
"Don't leave, who knows where you'll land upon?"
"But my home is not with the trees."
As the ship left, I could see the tear glisten on her face,
And something was struck deep inside of me;
I could only think of the imaginary place
Where I would once again meet my dear she.
Four years later when my home pulled ashore,
Avery was not there waiting for me.
I could not find her anymore,
Perhaps while I was gone, she had found a he.
Slowly, I followed a path into the darkened salty wood
Where a grave had waited upon me.
There, in silence I stood,
Was my poor little Avery.
Nevermore could I hear her whisper her love for me
Nor the songs that she would sing to the sea.
Nevermore would I feel her heart beat,
The only sound would be the weeping, coming from me.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 9:32 AM UTC
Day- June 14, 2015, Time- 8:07pm
When you were born
With those SLEEPY eyes
Ready to take on the world
And your BIG brothers, Mike and Connor.
With that cute little nose,
Forever Daddy's little princess,
And Mommy's little girl!
9lbs. 13 oz. 22 inches
You were a big baby
Born into a BIG family,
And we'll always be there for you,
And your brothers will always
PROTECT you!
You and your cousin, Avery, will be
GREAT FRIENDS!
Tea parties, sleepovers, and more.
We'll have to wait and see
What you decide to be!
So now all I have to say, baby girl,
"Welcome to the world and the family, Sarah!
WE LOVE YOU!
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
Day- Septemeber 15, 2013 Time- 11:46am
When you were born
With those BIG blue eyes
Looking up at your mommy and daddy
With that cute little button nose like your daddy
And you're cute little ears like your mommy
You're so much like your mommy and daddy
And yet so much different in so many ways
We'll just have to wait and see! ❤
7lbs 2oz. and 20inches
You're such a cute little GIRL
Born into a big family
Who will always be there for you
And PROTECT you
And you're COUSINS, Mikey & Connor, will be there for you, too
With LOVE & CARING
So all I have left to say, baby girl,
*"Welcome to the world and the family, Avery!
You're gonna do great things!
WE LOVE YOU!"*
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
When thunder split the night sky,
and rain pounded the earth, dreams
pushed Avery to my bed: "Dad,
I can't sleep, can I sleep with you?"
Only barely awake I pulled the covers
aside to make room, then heard his
breathing next to me,
soft beneath the rain,
counterpoint to thunder,
only a small puff of wind,
but strong enough to push his ship
away from shore, heading toward the horizon.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
I Have Never Seen So Much Wonder In Two Eyes,
Every Lash Black As The Zion Hide Of A Horse,
A Greenish Orange Which Mirrors My Own,
And A Heart Big As The Pacific Ocean,
Her Innocent Play Gentle As A Newborn Fawn,
Her Rose Colored Cheeks Blooming,
As She Explores The Trees,
Her Soul Deep,
With Sunken Treasures
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
I could never be Raglan the knife man
nor a slippery Thames eel.
I haven't enough apologies
that heed wings.
In the act of caprice
borne musket and grape
I floored Thomas Avery,
Tavern proprietor
who lay cold as ecclesiastical stone,
having raptured my Ussela
in cheery Bishopsgate.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 4:37 PM UTC
To everyone who's lost someone they love
Long before it was their time
You feel like the days you had were not enough
When you said goodbye
And to all of the people with burdens and pains
Keeping you back from your life
You believe that there's nothing and there is no one
Who can make it right
[Chorus]
There is hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
Love for the broken heart
There is grace and forgiveness
Mercy and healing
He'll meet you wherever you are
Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus
For the marriage that's struggling just to hang on
They lost all of their faith in love
They've done all they can to make it right again
Still it's not enough
For the ones who can't break the addictions and chains
You try to give up but you come back again
Just remember that you're not alone in your shame
And your suffering
When your lonely
And it feels like the whole world is falling on you
You just reach out, you just cry out to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
To the widow who struggles with being alone
Wiping the tears from her eyes
For the children around the world without a home
Say a prayer tonight
Songwriters: MAC POWELL, MARK LEE, BRAD AVERY, TAI ANDERSON, DAVID CARR
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
I got lost
For a while
I might still actually be
Lately the blues look like greens
And the greens look like blue
Though, All my dreams still contain fragmented images of you
Have I been here for days?
Or just a few grains of sand?
The flowers spoke
But I responded kindly with a strike from the sword in my hand.
How did it get there?
How did what get where?
Oh yes, the flowers, I suppose they know the Hatter and the Hare
But its not about the tea pots or crumpets
but about the four ace soldiers with trumpets
The Queen will arrive any minute
With the clubs and the spades all the same
In their white and their black suits.
I ran through the roses as fast as I could
but the raven was wearing me boots.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
I marveled at
how small her
nose was and
a tongue that
was the size of
a penny, all I
could do was
whisper, shh
I love you
baby, I love
you.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC
Day- September 15, 2015 Time- 3:06am
When you were born
With those BIG blue eyes
Looking up at your mommy and daddy.
Just wanted to wish your BIG sister, Avery,
A Happy Birthday and what
A beautiful birthday surprise!
With your cute little button nose, like daddy
And your cute little fingers, like mommy.
5 lbs. 10 oz. 18.5 inches
You were a small baby, who was excited
To take on the world
And have tea parties with Avery, and your cousin, Sarah!
And your cousins, Mike and Connor,
Will be there to PROTECT you!
Born into a big family,
Who will always be there and protect you!
We'll have to wait and see
what you decide to be!
So now all I have to say, baby girl,
"Welcome to the world and the family, Olivia!
WE LOVE YOU!"
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
I have dreamt you away now and gone into the sea where they tangle about my legs and drag me to the pressure bent bows of the night ship.
All at once you cradel my falling face, and dance into the air that eludes my lonesome laced dreaming.
I cant even cry, as crying in water cant even be so.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
It is the being mad
at others for others
that has gotten me
in trouble so many
times before.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
i like the way he stutters when he gives his presentation
nitrogen is the 7th element he says, then warms up a smile
and shies away
i like the way he sits back down, giving a sigh and another grin to me
you did a great job i say, he shakes his head, and whispers,
barely
i like the way he looks at me when i'm drawing
he laughs and says it could be better
but i tell him this is the best
i like the way he opens the door for me
there's a crowd behind my back
but he leaves it
and it slams into their faces
oops he grins
i like the way he texts me good morning with a smiley and two hearts
exactly at 6:55am everyday
and so i text him back approximately five minutes after
with three hearts and a good morning
i like the way he drives his car
we're on a date
my treat this time he says to me
it's a date? i ask and he nods slowly, not hiding his smile
i like the way he asks me to be his girlfriend
it's kinda formal and it makes me laugh
but i say yes because i've been waiting
** so so ** long
i like the way we spend our one year anniversary together...
it's quite not like the others
we eat cake and give chocolate to his neighbor
you're generous he smiles, and i shake my head
i don't quite like the way he doesn't text me at 6:55am
it's strange
it's abnormal
and i don't like it at all
he doesn't say anything to me.
not a single word
i don't like the way we don't eat lunch together anymore
something's changing
something's wrong
i don't like the way i tell him we're over
i don't want to do it
but i think it's the best
i don't like the way he shrugs and says
it's time anyways
he says it in the voice where someone will say
it's time to sleep, honey
i don't like the way avery, my dear friend
tells me you did a great job
barely i think, but outside i thank her
i don't like the way rina, my best best friend
tells me he's not the best for you
and i tell her honestly he is the best
i don't like the way this ended
but i do like the way it started
and let me tell you something
honestly-
i don't like the way
i still love him.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
I haven't seen clover draped on those hills
for such a long time.
September, a romantic, beautiful month.
Pink hills, rosy faces, a picture of Heaven,
Petals scattered in a perfect line.
Those hills to climb, young love to seek.
In the blink of an eye, marching to the top
Never stop searching never drop
until you can relax in your clover
when the climb is over.
Take in the perfume
there is always room
among the pink and lime green
To be spotlessly clean,
Your young face, your green eyes retrace
familiar steps among the purple heather
wondering whether you are closer
The feeling is with you for a very long time.
The decent after the climb takes your breath away
and replaces with the love of your life holding buttercups
you haven't seen beauty like this for a very long time.
The flowing gold in her hair makes you stare
Radiating with love and romance, you walk with the petals
down your golden aisle, and have love for a very long time.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
what do you learn but how to close your door when it’s coming
what do you
what do you learn but how to only whisper, never yell
only let them see you when you’re pretty
only let him touch you when you’re cold
since the morning you allowed it I’ve taken full advantage of your loving me
I’ve watered my impatiens with your loving me
I’ve thrown back my gin and tonics with your loving me in mind
and I haven’t paid it forward
I haven’t paid it lateral
I haven’t paid
haven’t paid for anything
and they’re catching up to me
the barkeep thinks I’m new in town
the doorman shakes his head
and the door keeps revolving as he stays obsolete
I keep loving you inside my scarf
and the wind takes it
when february comes
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
Her name was Sarah M. Walker
The M stands for Marie
And she didn't want to change her name
If she ever got married
She loved the smell of gentle roses
and the sound of melodic violins
She captured her favorite moments with photographs
and always secretly wanted a twin
She always said her prayers at night
and deeply loved her mother
She wore her hair in cascading waves
and was never a good bluffer
She read all about her world and others
and admired every act of bravery
And if she ever had a daughter
She wanted to name her Avery
She cherished all her time alone
because herself was her best friend
Fascinated by the things
she could never fully comprehend
Her name was Sarah M. Walker
The M stands for Marie
And she didn't want to change her name
If she ever got married
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
the song faded and
the crowd hushed
scott spillane played
a soft horn lullaby
and I watched Koster
love us, love us soft
so soft because we
were good listeners
without knowing
one another.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
I am so uncomfortable
you're so uncomfortable
maybe we can be exceedingly uncomfortable together
or maybe
we
might
just
click
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
The green coming but I don't make a scene
Legs are spreading but I dont care to see
My way and these distractions aren't phasing me
I'm loving and these limits aren't stopping me
Why does the after feeling of the lucy got me acting so depressing?
It's 3:26 am and the come up seems too far to see vividly
I still want to release some stress on you... ****** energy
I see God but it's so chemically
I want to choke you while I **** you roughly
I want to make everything so LSD
I don't make sense, and it's not as deep as it should be
Yelling love is so unnecessary
Feeling it is so delusory
I still wouldn't give it up for luxury
Walking memories going through misery hoping for the light at the end of your imagery
We were so close to the truth like Mercury
We're books and I'm reading everyone like they read my poetry
Don't measure love by the Avery
I swear I'm eating good, no celery
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC
Happiness is tears of laughter,
video games with your redheaded son,
rescuing a baby ferret to look after,
or telling a ridiculously cheesy pun.
Happiness is a home cooked meal,
your mom randomly giving you a hug,
a Harry Potter sticker on your driving wheel,
or seeing summer's first June bug.
Happiness is your dad being proud of you,
Momma's homemade queso in a crock ***
an ocean wave so stunningly blue,
or learning how to dance in an empty parking lot,
Happiness is running two miles,
sitting in a pew singing "It is well",
watching the Netflix Ted Bundy trials,
or a collection of Galveston seashells.
Happiness is driving through Spring,
a spontaneous trip to the Houston Zoo,
or twenty percent off a James Avery ring.
But mostly... happiness is me when I'm with you.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC