Poetry

Would you call the other planets illegal?

I sure wouldn't

they're just existing in space 

but I guess if thats case 

they would be aliens to us 

The cardigan that my grandma wraps me in when I am cold.;

Dusty piles of cards from someone who loves me;

Computer overheating with a two-thousand-million-word PDF scrapbook;

In wrapping your arms around someone,

you're getting a hug, too.

In giving someone else advice,

you're telling yourself what you need to hear.

In writing someone a story or a poem,

Hope is the thing that boils my blood when I see injustice in the world

Hope is the thing that keeps me up at night scratching at the innards of my body 

because it craves to be free

I shut down a lot

I don’t know why I do it.

I can’t control it,

but for some reason

the voice inside my head

says it is because I am

attention seeking.

I know I am not.

it started as nothing

just another day

just another you

then something shifted

so small i almost missed it

like a breath held too long

now everything feels louder

the way you laugh

I'm not a girl

I'm not a girl

I'm not a girl

I'm a boy

I'm a boy

I'm a boy

I'm not a beast 

I'm not a threat

I'm not a monster

I'm a kid

The smell of books

Is something that AI can't replace

It's comforting to curl up with a book

On a cold winter day

Or any day

And the smell of the pages

Completes the scene

Can you see us?

We're buzzing bees!

Carried by the guiding breeze.

Can you hear us?

We're chirping birds!

Waking you with charming words.

Can you smell us?

We're wild flowers!

Hello there Sun

My name is Doe

And I have something 

I'm proud to show

Hello there Doe

My name is Sun

And I can see

Your little one

Hello there Sun 

It's over

The fire

Ashes only

New green grass grows

It's time for life

Mother Nature must awaken

So here I walk welcomed in 

By buzzing bees and brushing leaves 

You see, friend?

The way the sky darkens?

The way the stars become aware?

You see the horizon, the distant lands

Of moon-rock and sleeping metal?