concrete bloom
There’s a flower growing in the dirtiest of pits,
Rotting in the sewer,
Mildew seeping from the grate— untouched,
Bypassed by those who don’t stop to wait.
Buried,
A wisp of a wish— restless,
There’s a flower growing in the dirtiest of pits,
Rotting in the sewer,
Mildew seeping from the grate— untouched,
Bypassed by those who don’t stop to wait.
Buried,
A wisp of a wish— restless,
I am from mythic hues of orange and blues,
Where the setting sun greets the gentle waves.
From solemn mornings and soft bed sheets,
To boisterous cackles and tire swings,
I am from the jostling of jewelry—
I fear death
The way I fear the end of a song
Like I fear my favorite part being gone in an instant
A moment I can never get back
A note I experience only for a blip
My body is a universe
My freckles are the stars
The planet Venus is my lips
My teeth, they come from Mars
Mercury is in my brow
The furrow that you see
My thighs are Jupiter, you know
In the galaxy of me
I’m a little overgrown
But to this world I still am green
Neither fresh nor am I wisened
Somewhere deeply in between
Here is where you can rest your tired bones after a long day
On this earth you feel connected within every part of yourself
at all,
1, 2, 3, 4,
all go in and out the other side,
it's always been this way,
kindergarten and getting in trouble because I could not solve,
2 minus 5.
I will always remeber the border,
a line that is so man made no animals see it,
a line that is so man made you have to prove your worth to get to the other side.
I will always remember the fear I had,
Do you ever grieve something
that isn't even over yet?
It's like you know
that's it's going to be gone anyway,
that you're going to miss it
so much,
To have survived this long
despite the world’s penchant
for beautiful dead girls,
Is that not magical in itself?
The heart is an arrow
It demands aim to land true,
it leaves us
You trap me up
Like you could chain
My beaten heart away.
You build your walls
And sorrow calls
To say that you have changed.
The prison now
Stands still and dead
No matter how far I run
how loud I scream
how hard I try
I'm never fast enough
never loud enough
never good enough.
Because even if I am,
I'm not.