Poetry

Finding hope can be hard sometimes, in this world where people are trodden on with little thought, and certainly no apologies.

But I still try.

Every day.

i live for the moment

when the sky gathers

my broken body

tenderly within its gentle embrace

when ebony clouds entwine

with shining, radiant stars

and paint their quiet love

i really don't get prejudice

i mean just the concept of it

how could you hate someone borne

by the same earth, the same fire

how could you explain someone else's life

as being worth less air than your own

The United States of America

as seen on the binding documents, on formal things

USA

as said by random people you know

The US

as told by your parents

America

Next week is the dance

Have you seen dreams?

I found mine

Living among the snow

Which was barren

Which held no glow. 

It was very bright-

The dream that is-

Kind of light 

"I love you"

You say.

Coming from you it's

Bittersweet.

I always return the gesture 

Of course.

I do, after all.

But how can I forget?

Dear dad,

Empty as a glass

Thoughts? Nothing left to sip now

Just the ullage left. 

I could ramble on all day about the ethics of all the things our country’s done. 

But I won’t. 

Instead I’ll say this one thing: it’s going to happen again. 

Pain is a sign

that something is not right

just because

i have a high pain tolerance

doesn't mean that 

i have to ignore it 

and act like i'm ok

i try to ask myself 

there's a jar on my nightstand;

it used to be my grandmother's

but i recycled her memory 

into a pandora's box full of happiness.

the slips of paper are periwinkle

with dark purple penned messily,