rosealice

for anyone who has trouble reading it:

"love and death and life
hand in hand in hand
playing together
beneath us
above us
they whisper and watch
for all things must go
yet how sweet it is to live

Sometimes these bad thoughts trickle in,
Rippling behind my eyes.

A stream that swells into a flood
And pulls me like the tide.
 Drifting in the dark expanse,Losing sense of time.

I reach for home, obscured by foam,

I was raised by Ninja Warrior

Some crazy skilled
Rope climbing
Back flipping
Wall scaling
Persevering 
Catch you when you fall so they can teach you to fly
type of teachers


Some loud yellin

A friend once told me: "You're a burlap sack of iron bars."
I laughed. Then I turned to him and said:
"On the inside, I'm a milk bag."
We laughed together that time, and it became our joke.

My gender feels like a river.
Fluid and unpredictable, it carries me
Through whirling rapids that seeth of indecision
And contemplative canyons, echoing with my own thoughts.
Sometimes the water rises, surging towards something new