Poetry

am I free

will I ever be

is the meaning in the trees

will they ever be pleased 

as I fall to my knees

does someone hear my screams

when I join everyone leaves

I wish I could just breath

Sea breeze blows my hair

The waves crash onto the beach

Maine ocean in fall

she came up behind me one day & tapped me on the shoulder

i spun on my heel, unsteady, a dumb american consistently

ashamed of my language

she pointed at my face and drew a heart in the air with her thumbs

i bought pumpkin pie lip balm that tasted like

fall in california

even though i'm in new hampshire

and the leaves are curling. 

the lights in sephora were sickly bright

like the lights

We,

The writers

The comedians

The storytellers

The artists.

We’re the ones who move forward.

We’re further than we were hundreds of years ago,

Yes,

But.

We’re not done.

I stare out of the car window, 

with my life anthem 

blasting in my ears, 

but not quite loud enough 

to drown out the sound 

of my dad talking to my cousin. 

I'm glad that you've reached this point in your life

I'm thrilled that you've gotten this far

I'm happy for you

Watching you grow "up" into someone who has a steady foundation in their life

I heard a whisper in the wind.

It bled into the paper-

bleaching out rubies for diamonds.

Whispers of the man who followed

A lead marked with a chloric scent

that would never leave even after years.

when the time comes

i am not ready.

as in,

the ground beneath me is still dew-soft with summer

and i am just barely stretching awake

to a morning not yet frosted over. they grab my stem

You are everywhere,
A light path through the forest of
Light pink cherry blossoms in spring.
Petals flutter gently through the air,
Soft as snowflakes, a cascade of petals.

You are everywhere,

I remember when I used to

be the favorite.

The one that brought

comfort and support.

The one she would never let go.

She took me everywhere-

school, practices, birthday parties.

I saw it all.

Dear Mr. Hero 
Have you won the last war? 
Oh Mr. Hero 
Have you caught him before?

He isn’t a sinner 
But he’ll contemplate 
Doing something a good man 
Won’t do
How about you?