Poetry

  • Orpheus

    My whole life I have been trying to tell a story so beautiful that the world would fall in love with me.

    That is why befriended words and stage lights.

    That is why I watch the details of the world

  • A few Julys ago

    Remember the girl?


     

    She’s in second grade,

    Maybe

    Blond brown curls

    Blue green eyes.


     

    She’s sitting on the top metal pole of the fence

    Chipped green paint

  • Doors

    The gears click

    spin

    twirl into place

    the momentum of thousands of dreams

    swinging

    gliding

    leaping

    across the vast emptiness we call home.

    The dreams

    along with hopes

    fears

  • Childhood obsession

    A childhood obsession, sure.

    That's how it started.

    But it's all I am -

    It's who I am -

    It's the deepest

    Truest

    Version of myself I could possibly be.

    The notebook.

    Stats and tracking

  • Look Closely

    I will not shave my legs

    not because I am against it

    but because being myself feels like my own act

    of rebellion

    I will not quiet down

    let the world hear my pride and excitement

    but I will not shout

  • Eye Wish

    When you get an eyelash in your eye

    a wish will fall in with it

    each one holds memories

    stained with the makeup of your life

    if the memory is tainted

    with trauma, fear, or pain

  • Party of One

    I can talk to myself forever

    when there's no one else around and it's just me in my head

    we have fun

    I can do any topic you want, come on

    pick a card

    pick a card

    pick a face

  • Out of Cryo

    The door hums as it opens

    I oiled it so it wouldn't creak on my entrance

    no automated voice announces me

    or where I am

    or when

    I built this ship of spare parts I collected

    from people I knew