Poetry

Do you know how many minutes I save for you

So we can be together?

Do you know how it feels

When you throw them out

For other things?

Do you know how it feels

To never feel like you're good enough

Busy as a clock 

Happy as the moon 

Big as a yell 

Scary as darkness 

Gentle as the stars 

Fast as time 

Loud as a conversation spoken without words 

The tree line grows nearer but I feel nothing but fear

Fear of what lays beyond the tree line 

Beyond safety 

Beyond light 

Maybe even beyond reality 

Hate

Is ignorance:

It’s when eyes

Skim past the story of scars,

Focusing rather on the fact

They’re there;

They let the jagged curves

“How could you ever love me?” she asked.

Look at my skin, charred.

My face, scarred.

My body, branded by people’s opinions of me.

“How could you ever love me?”

Sisyphean poetry - a repeat of the same set of lines where every time a line gets added or taken away it starts at the beginning again - a poem that can never end and never be entirely complete

Fight

Fight back with your words not your aggression

Fight back with love not hate

Fight back with joy not drama

Birds fly through the sky.

Black against gray clouds

Though they’re bright

Red,

Yellow,

Blue

Up close if you stop and look.

Robins pecking for worms after the rain,

I chase this dream

With everything I have.

I want to be with it

Every step of the way.

From the moment I first touched it

To where my fingertips grazed actual possibility

To where my heart broke

I want to live

Inside your head.

I want to be where

They can't hurt me.

I want to live where you are

I want to stay in the sunlight

I want to dance among the stars.

I want to live in your fantasy

We cheer and shake our cowbells, waving at passing cars. 

Sometimes they roll down their windows, clapping and cheering back.

Sometimes they roll their eyes and look away, avoiding eye contact.

I'm not drowning in water, but words.

A feeling comparable to what I imagine standing under a waterfall feels like.

The longer you stand there, the more painful and heavy it gets.