Poetry

I haven't seen democracy since I was four years old, 

coloring with crayons outside the lines while a man on screen was coloring the map with too much red that the blue was overpowered. 

Greed overtook them

Only those in power shoot their guns in fear

Of the potential held in the palm of our hands

Delicate and rough fingers intertwined through every color to shoot back.

Bye Good,

If only I could stop doubting myself,

If only I could stop being afraid,

If only I could be happier instead of secret depression,

If only I could get better, and peace would stay,

I threw a needle at the mirror, the whole thing shattered,

leftover lipbalm sits in my pocket.

I would’ve never kissed you if I knew you were straight 

After Jack Gilbert

Am I disposable to you?
Did you get me thinking I'd be 20% off?
Did you get me thinking you could just find another, not caring if I'd be getting a good lover?
You think I'm disposable, discarded, trash.

I am a patriot and a proud American, and nothing will change that

I will never cease to believe in the idea of America and the potential this nation holds

Sometimes it feels like

there is a giant boulder

hanging above my head

which I constantly have to chip away at

to prevent it from crushing me

but, what if I rest too long

or can't chip fast enough

True love.

Love that's true.

Love you know

in your heart

is you and another person.

I guess I like to think I'm in love

I never really know.

Sunflowers have secrets

Roses riot

We all have spirits 

We won't be quiet

Lilies lie

Poinsettias have power

Flowers die

We have the strength of a new and blooming flower

What you think is a great rock

over your head is

actually a great ball of glitter;

when you think you're about to be crushed

by a massive rock, and

it has become too heavy to hold, the

ball will pop, and

Who am I?

I don’t even know anymore.

I’ve shed the person I once was in favor of a new one.

Yet, I’m still that person.

I’m both at once and neither.

So who am I?