Name spelled wrong on every love letter you wrote me I didn't bother to correct you as if my name didn't matter God, let me fall in love again but not like before Let me fall in love like the wind free and flowing not afraid of its potential for destruction You…
A hello to new love feels like a wave goodbye to herself The domain she calls her skin must let another in Another in the seat of her emotions, their hands controlling the wheel I like you's sound like gun shots I love you's sound like sin Her nakedness a white flag in…
The arrogance. How quick we are disillusioned. The exaggerated sense of our abilities to control every outcome. We pray; to crystals, gods and ourselves, oh so arrogant. Before the fire, where I lost the things that never loved me back anyways, I was confident my next step would be stable, that safety awaited me around…
This piece is not poetry not the lines that lead one to the next leaving the heavy aroma of power in your lungs this piece is simple a ode to my soul the soul that ebbs and flows through me this body given to me to carry a piece of the universe treat it with…
The profoundness I find in her pronouncing her soul to a microphone evokes an emotion in me. Not yet defined by strings of syllables. Amplifying octaves captured by the ear drums of her listeners, fellow seekers of self, get up on stages, sending sound waves through crowds hoping it'll resonate with their tribe and call…
It's funny, no one remembers what it was like to be separated, your bloodline cut with sharp blades, making you breathe on your own. A body now becomes two, the home you once knew is now outside of you. It's funny cause, if we remembered, maybe loss wouldn't hurt so bad. Maybe the familiarity of…
Not only am I safe, I am, nestled in the womb of the universe whose body has not yet banished me to a space outside of it. Separated by skin. No. Not only am I safe, I am growing. Growing not in the multiplication of my atoms but in the seeds reaped by my circumstance.…
