Poetry

From what I remember, it was born growing.

It was born hot, expanding, glowing,

and the people were made of gold 

and of fire.

And it kept growing, it kept burning hot, bright,

Author's Note: I am a therian, and I have four theriotypes; a leopard, an owl, a dolphin, and a horse. Because of this, I have the nickname, "Lowldorse".

Dear New York City,

I don’t know what it is

That makes me love it so much

Maybe it’s the buildings

That stretch towards the sky

Forever reaching upwards

I was supposed to be named Amina
After my grandmother, who I only knew
Shortly in the beginning of my life.

I think about this often.
Amina feels almost foreign on my tongue--
Ahh-minn-uhh.

Amina is loud.

America.

“The land of the free and the home of the brave,” they say,

But behind the mask, does freedom truly stay?

Snow is the closest thing Earth has to magic.

Lift your face to the sky

Feel the soft, chilly flakes 

melt on your tongue,

float on your eye lashes,

bring color to your cheeks.

The storm has arrived;

It’s breath steals mine

And makes 

the wind shriek

The storm has arrived;

It smothers my warmth

And makes 

The fires die

My feelings as words

it's supposed to be safe

I just want to rant.

Deleted.

Cancelled.

No evidence.

Go away.

She is my sister, 

that is not my blood.

Long black hair, 

and kind eyes. 

Composition class,  

met by chance,

ended up laughing till our sides hurt.

Now we are in college, 

For breakfast I had potatoes

Fruit

Yogurt and granola

like I do almost every morning

I drank coffee and tea

and took my supplements

like I do almost every morning

It's good to have goals. 

Right?

I mean

They seem like a good idea

The idea of succeeding in something you worked hard for

The thrill of when you finally achieve it

Like finishing a detailed painting

Yo quiero un mundo

de felicidad para todos.

Donde hay no fin de cuánto

tu puedes amor

todos las cosas

tu quieres.

Cree tu eres el sola persona

en el mundo,

y cierras sus ojos