Poetry

It's strewn on the floor

again, because I was too lazy

to throw it in the hamper

and instead it's on the carpet floor.

And it's there next time

I'm crying on the floor;

People enter, stay for a few floors,

Then 

            They

She has many sides

a faceted diamond

clear and shining

she drapes herself over the landscape

engulfing the cool orange of fall in her white satin robes

cold and gleaming

I cry because my love could lose her livelihood for loving me and yet she loves 

I cry because to live is a gift I thought was a curse and now I refuse to die 

Is violence all we now know

Can we know now how to stop this

Can we turn a table upside down

Down is up is what is the upside

What is the inside of a killer

Is their DNA barbed wire

Why’re we like this

Blue softness and warmth

Blue peace beyond all else is

A warm blue sweater

my hands curl around the flimsy plastic folds of my shopping bag 

as I walk home through streets tight and winding. 

it is a sunny morning, 

crisp and clear, 

and magic. 

Failure.

It's not a familiar word to me

Because I am never failing unless I know

I haven't tried hard enough

Been my best

But that was failure.

Not by me,

By them,

I

Resist

I

Wrap

My

Heart

In

Ace

Bandages

I

Tuck

Bra

Cups

In

My

Boxers

I

Persist

I

Am

Jazz

My

Sex

Is

I like poetry

Because english grammar

is stupid

And when you write a poem

You are a genius for

ignoring

said

mediocrity

we are still here

through hate and violence

through trial and tribulation

through it all

from right to wrong

we've all made decisions

but we are still here

forever.

November 11th,

I entered the boutique downtown,

searching for a forever friend.

I scoured all the racks,

red,

mustard,

lavender.

Then I saw him,

Blue, 

slightly faded