Poetry

Everybody has a thing

Something they're good at

And something they love

It's their thing

Sometimes its sports

Or arts

Or humor

Sometimes it's just being

Loved

I don't have a thing

His breath on my skin, soft like lily petals. A voice, deep and reverberating like that of a bass guitar, strums a tune to the beat of my heart. Lips pressed against my neck, love spins through my spine. Hands around me, I go limp, I fall.

there is a language, 

of clear skies and fluffy 

sheep-like clouds 

of tree-whispers 

and shooting stars. 

spoken  

in smile-lined faces 

Must we take the road displayed to us now,

With trim and tidy hedges to our side?

Curated by the hands that don't allow?

The hands that act if yesterday we died.

And if beyond we go this dreary road,

The world stops. 

Time stops. 

People stop. 

You're there and he is not. 

How is this fair? 

-- free would,

& all the spiraling connotations that come

in the afterthoughts of it, the explanations,

the tin bucket full of pieces with bark still on

for no one wants something they could've had. 

Sometimes i have to remind myself to breathe 

I have to remind myself i am worth loving 

I have to remind myself that one bad day doesn’t define me

Who was I before the world told me who to be?

Who was I before I started changing for people?

Who am I when I have so many versions of myself I've let down?

Dancing, leaping, twirling

Gracefully,

Effortlessly,

Perfectly.

But beneath it all

Is

Bruises 

Pain

Twisted ankles

Broken bones

Disappointment

Practice

Learning

A snowy slope

Dark green trees

Snow pelting my goggles 

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,

Yet I’ve never been so afraid.

I look at the steep slope before me

Take in a big breath

Ce n’est pas ton nom qui flotte dans les airs,

ni tes mains tremblantes comme un rayon éclair,

ni l’arbre qui pend au-dessus de ton visage,

ce n’est pas le soleil, ni les ombrages

Shattered dreams run with the tears of rain

down the car’s windows excruciating life

Rampaging noise smearing my skull

Screams tear my shredded heart

Fractured stained pieces searching for a sun