Poetry

This world we carry on our backs gets heavy sometimes 

our arms ache as we stare at the path ahead, 

a path we can't see an end to

pieces fall off and we wonder if they were important

My body heat

my absurd body heat

reflecting back at me off of you

warmth.

My arm 

reaching around you

like I've wanted to for so long

now I finally can

My dog,

Her fur like snow,

She protects and loves us.

Her beautiful, gentle heart is,

Her shine.

Give me a sign.

A sign that everything will be okay.

Give me a sign;

That we’ll be able to work through the pain.

Wars that rage on throughout the world,

Let them not continue.

Let them be ended by the love and kindness of those who speak.

The wind blows cold.

The trees sway in the autumn breeze.

Fall is almost here. 

I can feel it.

Soon, the bears will go into hibernation.

I care too much.

Doesn't sound possible right?

It is,

It definitely is,

and you'd wonder how that would be a problem right?

You'd think

that she would realize by now

that maybe not

everyone

is Christian

maybe don't show a Christmas movie

unless you're certain that everyone will feel comfortable and included

i think cats read poetry. you can tell

in the way their tails swish and how they fold their legs

all the time, probably wondering how silvery the pinecones

will look tomorrow,

Dragons

Soaring sky-high

Swift and sharp as arrows

Unparalleled strength in

Fire-breath

In my heart is a girl who

Waltzes to the beat

Of the thrum, who

Surrounds herself with millions

Of fairy lights that

Twinkle with the stars, and

I speak, you speak.

Together we share the emotions we’re feeling.

Giving and taking that wonderful thing called Empathy.

Together.

We speak our minds, cry together.

Share our fears, our thoughts, our feelings.