Silent Sky
I hear the breath of the earth surround me
as mud bubbles pop they sound
like the tension released
between my own two tucked in lips:
the opposite of a kiss.
Category: Poetry
Geraldine
there is a danger to dismissing history
and we will be the price bloodied
face-down
folded over ourselves
Political Peace No.1
Alive in a gilded age of silver-tongued wordsmiths
well-versed in hypocrisy and greed,
our deaths before sunset transverse transsexual hurt
The Chameleon
She makes magic with her warm colors,
and lets us play with our creativity.
The Wonders of You
for my part I don’t deserve you
but yet you believed in me
before I believed in myself
and on one trembling knee
I am humbled by your love
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I think my love language is all of you it does not even exist to write it down. I do not know how I function with my guts pulled apart by life. People leave, then they come back changed, a new unsuspecting death surrounding them. They introduce their partners as Read more
1922
She said she never had boyfriends.
But she also said something about
a tulip growing in her garden of daisies –
some unplanned turns that knocked her
perfectly clean, white socks out from
right below her small feet.
Running For My Life
I couldn’t sleep anyway
There was nothing else to do with my rage and sorrow
no one believed me – everyone hid in the shadows of shame
I was a broken exile machine piled
exiled in the house I grew up in
so I ran