Insane
I know this is the most unoriginal poetry prompt but this is my take on it also all of this is fiction from a fake point of view:
I have a mouth but I can not scream.
I have eyes and need to weep.
I know this is the most unoriginal poetry prompt but this is my take on it also all of this is fiction from a fake point of view:
I have a mouth but I can not scream.
I have eyes and need to weep.
When I look at you,
the world feels like it finally chose the right ending.
No scripts, no staged lines,
just two hearts learning their way through the same story.
You don’t need crowns to be royalty.
I was a room with the lights turned low,
Curtains drawn so no one could see
The cracks in the walls, the quiet ache,
The fear that I was too broken to be free.
I learned to build myself in layers,
Mi portóncito
My little gate that swings me across the same arc across the tile patio floor;
the cold metal gray bars pressed to my face, hanging on to
Mi portóncito- the one taking me home
I can hear the party still going
starting in the kitchen,
spilling into the dining room
and out onto the deck
I hear the sound of fizzy champagne filling crystal glasses
you are a petty man.
not a leader,
merely a tyrant.
no worry for
the whiteless.
no concern for
the non-cisgender.
Say you're a president.
Not a king.
If that's true then what's happening in Venezuela?
You removed a ruthless dictator, yes,
but you just replaced him with another.
They say it's for the civilians
when they kidnap citizens.
What they mean is
"For civilians like us."
They tell us to be civil
Renee Good just wanted to go home
To her kids
6, 12, and 15
I've watched the video
I didn't want to
But I needed to see for myself if she really tried to run the agent over
She didn't
Being a dreamer is hard, for all of us. All the authors, poets, musicians, and artists.
For those who aren’t any of these let me explain it for you.
i sit on the classroom floor.
the room is dark and cold.
i press my back against the wall.
the door is barricaded with a chair.
my teacher stands in front of it, as
Since I could eat, I have loved eating. Since I could open
my mouth and shriek for sustenance I have been in love with food.
And it has always loved me back -
tacos, grilled cheese, steak, sushi, matzo ball soup,