Little Sea Girl

Blood proof prisons

Raided by soldiers with eyes

as soft as a million rose petals

resting on a single wooden coffin

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In the stark of the blue 

A petite sea girl takes flight

She plunges into the river

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To find the blood

of her lost siblings

From the cold wars 

that stained her with the sins of mud

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She could not rip

or burn them off

But in the room here,

she can fight 

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They whisper untold stories

And they tell her

“Don’t you cry for me”

 

Injecting Life

Injecting smiles into a bloodstream

That has run so dry that it can no longer scream

Placing smiles on blank faces

So pale they have become bases

 …

Picking out flaw after flaw

Like it’s a weed locked inside a cat’s paw

But the feline lives miles away

In the deserts that have gone astray

 …

But there are children

Who do not fear

What is empty and queer

And those who see

Your flaws

As beauty 

Empty

I can’t teach you what you don’t want to know

But if you come real close,

I can whisper slow

Even if we’ll never look like the girls on the magazines

Who dance in tiny dresses that twirl

We’ll always be here

Even if sometimes

We sit alone in our bedrooms and

Cry at night

Or we tumble and tumble

Until we fall so far you can’t

Even hear the rumble

Of their voices like a symphony

So loudly

They can carry me

To the shores of melancholy 

Catch The Moon

I live in a desolate dungeon
Surrounded by people
I don’t know
I was sold here
For a simple bargain

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I sleep with the warriors
Inside of my bones
Those try to eat my body alive
Like its the only answer

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I am bathed in rosy acid
The color of the sun
Melting inside itself
A desert so full of acrid

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I am consumed by tiny hands
And wandering eyes
Those stare into the cold blue sky
Like empty wastelands

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I am twisted by golden and black braids
The golden colors and shades
Of the lights dimming
And our hopes fading

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I am created
By the plasma inside the stars
And the gravity pulling on the earth
And the feeling of two hands held perfectly together inside a single glove

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But I may never forget
That I live inside a desolate dungeon
Surrounded by people I may never know
I was sold here
For a simple bargain

Out West

Rolled up stingy, flavorful, foul cigarettes

Hidden in our old baseball mitts

Out in the west

Among the people I love best

 …

Sucking and teasing the life out of us

Like air conditioned oxygen in a foul bus

But we don’t mind and we don’t care

Because we’re far too busy, living this nightmare

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For a man who was too miniscule to see himself

In the mirror

Among the low-lives and bookshelves

For thy who delves

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To a rag doll torn up at the seams

That could only be whole again

In our wildest dreams

It’s all that it seems

… 

I look out the windows

To the sky blue and all that I oppose

Out in the west

Among the people I love best 

His Name Was Forever

His name was Forever
But he left far too soon
Before the blue skies faded
to vibrant shades of oranges
And before I could say
anything about more days

In the hallways of the dead school, violent
whispers spread
They proclaimed him dead
The stolen school had been robbed
Of a boy for who before
They would never have sobbed
The paint was stripped
And the corridors were emptied

The roses and lilies were taken from the bloom
They would die soon
Like he had
The summer he turned sad

My black mane spilled before my head
Waiting for him to turn and
Say something to me, something only his voice could have said
My body lay on the front steps

The very next day
I left my head down
And waited for the day I had to find the perfect white gown
But the day never came
Because Forever was gone
He was snatched from my fingertips
As fast as
A little girl can skip

I waited for the bystanders to leave
And one by one-
Each of my limbs erected themselves and-
They began to bereave

Behind the church
A boy with black sunglasses and a fake smile
Was bestowed on the stone steps
“I never knew” he said
He sobbed and he wept
For a brother that could not be kept

He peered straight ahead into the pines
To show me what was mines
I was here, but
I was also not near

I kept my black mane over my head
And pretended to never feel the led
Stinging my lips
And poisoning my arms one by one

He emit no sound, for he was Forever bound
So I sat behind the church
On the steps I had never travelled to

I bawled and I bawled
I bawled to Always and cried to Forever’s grave
The last months, no one knew
Of a brother who had gone askew
Because he had enjoyed to argue
Perhaps a bit too much

One day,
He gasped and he reminded me
Of what was ours and what was mine
And he was haunted and changed
The way I was not allowed to be

The stories of Forever had gotten lost in the winds
Of Always
And when I see him now,
I wish I wasn’t supposed to want to rescind
Not to the days on the little, creaky footsteps
But the days of Forever

Home

I just want to begin again-
Where no one can recall who I once was,
do you know?

Where the soldiers are wrapped in tiny green plastic suits
In endless aisles
And the morning dew is still fresh on green grass
And the streets are filled to the brim with people
And the roads are paved by the dust of last winter
And where the moon shines bright, despite everyone blocking its light

Somewhere I can belong; a home
Only apart from never feeling at home
And ssociating all that is good with false hope

Somewhere foreign has taken its space
Somewhere it can all just be erased
Where the children still giggle and share wide-toothed smiles
Where the chortles and chuckles fly through the air like fluid
Where people are not haunted by ugly pasts
Where the emotions are not false and everything but ordinary

Somewhere the impossible tasks are feasible enough
To deserve a grin, or a pat on the back, or even a hug
And where I have a companion to hold me in the night when the skies are clouded and grey

A place I can call home
Because it is no longer foreign
And no longer frightening

Home

Little

They have a little laugh, a little love

Something I can’t dream of

A little something you can’t see

But I promise you, if you let us be

It will soon set us free

… 

From our arms chained together

And each and every adopting actor

 …

It’s a little laugh, a little love

A beautiful disease

Infecting us, just to please

 …

A little something you can’t see

But I promise you, if you let us be

It will soon set us free

Puddles dripping silky gold on your knees
Flooded with senses that do not please
With a name to a feeling

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So incoherent
That tender hearts and open gates
And smiles wide enough to find your fates
Are lovely

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Skim peeled off in layers
Flaky and wrongly in despair
Not cozy and sun kissed

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Soaked tears on crescent pillows
Features flew away
Like a large bird; in and out

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Driving mellow boats of sadness through red oil

Beautiful

There are love stories that lay deep inside all of us
Whether our black holes of hearts have sucked them up
Or we have buried them beneath the riots and angry girls
Who have long merged into lost souls

Spinning lace dresses and locks of tortured hair
Wispy and tangled
Like currents the size of Alaska in my nightmare
Propelling the wrong way

I beg of you to stay
To taste morning air
Like led lodged in my throat

I will remind you-
These teeth do not spread smiles to all like wildfire
And I do not retain ginger-snap hair

But, I know of a cold assassin
Who likes to throw the hammer into shattering glass
He reminds me that this time too shall pass

From demons on bar stools
To left out children in schools
Soaring so high they can’t admit they’ve been stitched together too long
Fabricated so well they can’t see the case of mending

There are love stories hidden deep inside all of us

Paint The Sky

I like storms that fill the sky with shades of crimson red
I like sweet lullabies and the end
I like the sun beneath smiles
And I love the types of hugs that take a while

I thirst for sitting in a chair
With a comfortable book, in a lair
I hunger for conversations with peace
That do not require me to hold my tongue on a leash

I love the comments that fill my heart
And create crescents under my eyes so bright that would hate for us to part

Even hiding in this tiny cave
I can see why I require to save

Mother To Son

Well, son, I’ll tell you:

Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

It’s had tacks in it,

And splinters,

And boards torn up,

And places with no carpet on the floor—

Bare.

But all the time

I’se been a-climbin’ on,

And reachin’ landin’s,

And turnin’ corners,

And sometimes goin’ in the dark

Where there ain’t been no light.

So boy, don’t you turn back.

Don’t you set down on the steps

’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.

Don’t you fall now—

For I’se still goin’, honey,

I’se still climbin’,

And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

Langston Hughes

Orbs

Your eyes are the shade of the moonlight glimmering on the grass
Your fate too shall pass

The blue intensity
Cries for attention
For all that you cannot mention

Look into these eyes and tell me why
This curving figure seems to go on forever
View this sun kissed skin and remind yourself where you have been
This hair doesn’t seem soft enough to please

Peer into the gates of heaven
And remind me why you slop again and again

This mind cannot race faster
We’re fighting to the finish it this banter 

State at me long and hard
Wait for the sunsets to melt in your yard
Grinning like the drapes that twist and entwine
Look into my orbs and tell me why

Wither Away

If I wrote you a song every day and I asked you to come back-
Would you stay?

Eventually she crawled inside-
Leaving all the love behind

And so the lights dimmed
Everything became dated
You were so overrated

The feeling of fresh beads of dew off
Blades of grass as we were caught in our own laugh
Cozy branches with pines
And all the things we used to be

Striped pajamas in the raging storms of winter
Grinning ear-to-ear like it was the answer
Always waiting until the deadlines
Shorelines brimming with children
Hair combs with strands of glory

Our actions were dangerous like the streets of Brooklyn
As I remember bleakly

If you have to and you must, then you will
If you can’t make a choice and you decide to, then you will kill

If its all tumbling in the rain and you can’t see, I’ve disappeared
If I wrote you a song every day and I asked you to come back-
Would you stay?

A Grief Ago

A grief ago,
She who was who I hold, the fats and the flower,
Or, water-lammed, from the scythe-sided thorn,
Hell wind and sea,
A stem cementing, wrestled up the tower,
Rose maid and male,
Or, master venus, through the paddler’s bowl
Sailed up the sun;

Who is my grief,
A chrysalis unwrinkling on the iron,
Wrenched by my fingerman, the leaden bud
Shot through the leaf,
Was who was folded on the rod the aaron
Road east to plague,
The horn and ball of water on the frog
Housed in the side.

And she who lies,
Like exodus a chapter from the garden,
Brand of the lily’s anger on her ring,
Tugged through the days
Her ropes of heritage, the wars of pardon,
On field and sand
The twelve triangles of the cherub wind
Engraving going.

Who then is she,
She holding me? The people’s sea drives on her,
Drives out the father from the caesared camp;
The dens of shape
Shape all her whelps with the long voice of water,
That she I have,
The country-handed grave boxed into love,
Rise before dark.

The night is near,
A nitric shape that leaps her, time and acid;
I tell her this: before the suncock cast
Her bone to fire,
Let her inhale her dead, through seed and solid
Draw in their seas,
So cross her hand with their grave gipsy eyes,
And close her fist.

Dylan Thomas

True Beauty

Dove’s Real Beauty Campaign:

Every model is photoshopped. Every woman you see hates something about herself.

In this video, an FBI Forensic Scientist/Sketch Artist sketches women. He sketches how they describe themselves, having never seen them before. Then, total strangers describe the women after one look at them. In the end, you see an insane difference between how you see yourself and how others see you. It’s beautiful.

I Love You Guys

Seriously, I can’t stress it enough. The blogging community here has welcomed me and I feel so well-known. I’m not afraid to share my writing at all. In fact, I hate when I can’t get to a computer to share with you all.

Currently, this blog has 142 followers. It’s so exciting. It feels like yesterday I was raving over my first follower. I try not to post things like this, but my blog has taken off since I’ve started sharing my poetry and essays.

This is what I see when I look at Impossible:

This is what I see when I look at other posts:

I am so thrilled to see this. I reply to each and every comment, because I love chatting with you guys. I’d love if you left me more comments, though.

Also, I’m looking to do my first collab/duet with another writer. Is anyone interested?

Again, THANK YOU!

Do Not Go Gentle Into The Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

Just Burn

Hopefully, I’ll see you there
In this heavenly place they speak of, high up in the air

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Beautiful like the sunrise

You could see the sparkle in his eyes

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Hopefully, we’ll let go of everything
And we’ll just start babbling
Like we did back in the fourth grade
Singing with the stars floating through our fingers in the rain

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Untouched liked the moon
Made you want to do things you could never do

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Hopefully, you’ll smile like you used to
We’ll stand with our coffees made from homemade brew
Our grins will be as wide as we choose
All will be okay, if we begin to remember our values

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Hopefully, I’ll see you there
In this heavenly place they speak of, high up in the air

Beautiful

He was beautiful
Not in the way beautiful may seem in this day and age that has lulled to awful

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He did not have hair the color of midnight
His eyes were not the emeralds from the city of delight
His smile was crooked and bent
His lips were plump and struck by a trident
He did not have a deep laugh or a smooth voice
Nor did he believe in his own choice

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But he was beautiful
In the way the waters kiss the jewel coated sand, despite how many times they send the currents away and how many ripples they leave
In the way the sun has learned to love it’s lonely self, despite how no one visits

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But he was beautiful
In the way wind dances through wisps of golden hair painted by the stars themselves
And in the way new born children giggle and laugh at every delight

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He was beautiful like morning dew upon grass
And a child’s first taste of black coffee

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The love poems of each past
That live and mend each broken heart

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Pouring oxygen into an organ
That needed it like life
Suffocating death right out of thin air
Swallowing this deafening despair

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And he was beautiful
Because when all life gave him was sadness
He soaked it up like a sponge
Smiled like a morning dove
And continued marching on

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He was beautiful

Child

There will come a time in your life, child
When you cry yourself to sleep
When all you may do is lay in your bed and weep

For each spider must spin their own web
For everything I wish to tell you cannot be said

But do remember that in your heart of hearts, you are more beautiful than you may see

There will come a time in your life, child
When you may not receive the love you so desperately long for and deserve
When bewitched; you can no longer serve

For everything I wish to tell you cannot be said
For everyone must lose a love in their life
For everyone cannot find their perfect rhyme

So now we shall sleep
In this slumber of ours
Coated by our own tears and
Hiding from our most divine fears

There will come a time in your life, child

Do You Know?

Do you know,

you’re in love

with a girl who likes thorns?

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Do you know,

you’re insane

for a bird who can’t tell you your name?

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Do you know,

this is crazy;

the way her smile makes you jump?

…

Do you know

what it’s like

to be on the inside

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Breathing in and letting go

looking for a time 

when it was okay?

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Will this always 

be the same?

It’s so surreal

Could this really be here?

Could you really be gone?

Could we really have no chance of moving on?

It’s not here

It’s not real

It’s not like we can forget the photo reels

It’s so surreal

Do you really see us crying here?

Looking down from the heavens, shadowed by something so unclear

Do you truly miss your mom and pop?

Do you stand there now and cry each raindrop?

It’s so surreal

Could this really be here?

Could you really be gone?

Could we really have no chance of moving on?

Surreal

If you love me, 

let me be

who I am tonight

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Once a superhero

With all of the right words to say

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Once donning a cape

And not waiting for a race

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Let the golden sun caress me

as I breathe tonight

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Once the hero in the moonlight

With the strength of an ocean

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Once someone with visions

Not fighting for collisions

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Let the air flow by

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