Poetry

Pledge your life to liberty and justice,

raise your hand and take an oath to serve and protect,

who are you protecting though?

I watch the news and see agents hurting the innocent,

children,

Girls in fairy tales, are always saved.

Why? Why can't they save themselves?

Why does Cinderella have to marry a prince to get out of her stepfamily's grasp?

Why do Sleeping Beauty and Snow White need a prince to wake them?

The beetle flies into 

the lamppost until it 

falls dead on to 

the harsh concrete below

But you want it pretty

I think I will ask God

“Why?”

for the rest of my life.

And never,

Will I ever come to understand it.
 

Even if God Himself ,

came to me to tell me the reason.

Never have I ever 

Ridden a horse 

Fallen in love 

Flown on clouds 

Worn dresses of silk 

Met elves 

I would hate me too

I would hate the way

I talk a lot

When I’m with people

Who I like

I would hate my constant

Chattering

So much

That I’d leave me me on read too

I would hate the way

More fish in the sea

Is all I see

But why can't they just live freely

And happily?

They wouldn't understand

The way they have had to mend

To become a friend

In the end of it all

lights flash / bodies bend / like the minds behind the bathroom stalls / polished tile instead of varnished gym floor / soles (souls) unfit for dancing attempt to replicate that short they stumbled upon last night / dial of pressure cranked to red

love, you say, 

is as tenderly golden as 

buttercups in may, 

as apollo's flaxen hair. 

and you wish for a lover.

fated together

as achilles was with

It had been

356 days,

8,544 hours,

512,640 minutes,

since March 11, 2025.

It had been

356 days of smiling,

and crying, and yelling,

and laughing, and fighting,

I want to make someone happy that destroyed my soul,

I want to make them feel,

they deserve to be happy,

and not think the entire world is against them,

because I'm not.

They broke me,

Holy shit, we did it 

89 days of 15-hour nights that we survived 

The many miles in many layers trudged through many inches of snow are behind us