Poetry

I hold onto anything that leaves a mark.

rings that coat my fingers in green

doodles in blue ink on my arm

I hope for my injuries to form scars

just to prove their existence.

scratching bug bites until they scab

I am such a horrible awful jerk

I refuse pets

I refuse animals

Because I refuse to get another

Because that feels like replacing her

And so I won't do it

But there are all these animals out there

Have a great Labor Day weekend, everybody!

What if it's not labor

What if I want to anyway

What if that was why I got out of bed every painful stupid day after the other

The puzzle's missing a piece,

It's not an important one; 

just some small piece in the middle.

It's dark purple, and rough on the edges,

It's under the floorboards,

all frayed, and torn apart;

i'm looking through the boxes shoved in the corner of the attic

and i come across an old one marked random,

doesn't look like anyone's been through it,

but I start...

and i find that photograph;

a community of fools

given the power to combine words

and a pen

that can write so much meaning

in just two, or three, or millions of words,

and sometimes, there aren't enough

Ode to those that make life into gold

that bring us some sparkle as we grow old

Ode to the places, friends, and small things

to which credit's unequal to the joy that they bring

At first... 

You stayed quiet... 

In your own cocoon of safety, scared that you might get hurt... 

But over time... 

You grew... 

You started to open up... 

It's a long, thin and twisted, smooth rope,

One I could wrap around the skin on my wrists,

And keep myself tied to one place.

Because when I'm with you, I'm free,

Chasing the world without a finish line

You're chasing after me again,

Like I'm a shooting star and I can hear your footsteps 

before I see your face pasted

with grins and smiles, I don't understand.

Fall is here and I fight nostalgia with every step

I am falling into the colored leaves like a child with crayons filled them in

The slightest cool breeze knocks me over

I love this time of year

Suppress women

Suppress people of color  

Suppress the vote

Lie about it 

Lie on TV

Lie to yourself 

Lose 

lie about that too