Rub against my hard-as-rocks skin
I dare you,
You’ll jerk away,
Licking your open scars.
You’ll watch my fits of anger,
And call me “EXPLOSIVE”.
You’ll listen when I shout at the top of my lungs,
And label... (more »)
box cat run
I stole them from my older brother’s bookshelf in first grade
When he wasn’t looking
I started with the smallest, the youngest, the single-syllable words
Sounding the big ones out as they passed me... (more »)
Why was music given a name? Why are those flying notes not just "sound?" Is "la-la" not the same as "blah-blah?" Even the musician in the subway can expect to hear the clink of change. But, if he only spoke, not an ear would hear.... (more »)
The curious flower dances from left to right
It’s black stem crisp and burnt.
Blue tips rise, blooming into orange petals
Its edges a fiery scarlet.
It waves in the breeze
A thin light grey line aroused from inside.
It floats... (more »)
I’m just a body,
But if you cut me open you’d see
The complex entanglement of veins and thoughts,
Colors smeared and mixed around like paint.
My heart pulsing and bleeding acidic feelings,
That burn and melt everything away,... (more »)
What is this "sanctuary" that society calls "alone"?
It takes over the mind like a parasite
and leaves just as much damage.
Loneliness is a punishment but some see it as a reward.
Sometimes it is.
It gets... (more »)
I looked for reasons
your smile disappeared--
your arms didn't reach for me
and I wonder if I'm being selfish loving you so much
that when a day goes by and
I look in the mirror
and don't see you... (more »)
nestles under your skin like a hookworm.
When you were younger, your father
had dirt under his nails.
He folded it into paper cranes after work.
When you thought he was gone, you would slice them open,... (more »)
How long did I live in the confines of my safety net? Wrangling in the strings that did not want To be burdened by the strain of my unwound cassettes Replaying the tunes that my past did haunt. It held me buoyantly, until it suddenly... (more »)
She looks out the window, but she doesn’t just look, she see’s, these books, with their very own story, with chapters, with words that make up of letters, in a sentence, On every page. Some filled to the bottom with despair, some... (more »)
when you were born you were like grandma’s fine china something so delicate, so precious. Unable to touch, only gaze. Just like grandma’s fine china, I itched to break you before She did. at least, I’d be able to pick up the pieces... (more »)
Remember when it was
The sleepless nights
Stolen kisses and talking about nothing
"I love you"?
Because even though you and I are still conjoined it's no longer
Something is missing... (more »)
the idea of safety
But how can we feel safe
When we are forced to gamble?
For the sake of an A
We force our ideas to correlate
With your rubric
And when we agitate the curriculum
Or raise questions that... (more »)
What is the feeling when someone compels you to love them just from their existence? What is it called when all you want to do is be with that person all day every day? What is that emotion when you stay up all night thinking about them? What... (more »)
I felt as if I was one with the cosmos. A piece of an intricate, never ending design. The world was mine and I was hers. When I looked at her Time seemed to stop while simultaneously Moving faster than the speed of light. Every... (more »)