i play a game of charades as though acting gifts identity strutting as aces, spades in search of the winning suit on after-school afternoons i preen before screens every mimicry an offering making your reflections my own i love you like the paparazzi cameras snapping, running through rain golden tabloid covers printed on… Continue reading gods
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Gunshot
sunlight falls away untilall we see noware duvets of fogand rainand grey skiessummer dies —you can see it leaves fallthe sky turns in earlyflushing with rashesof scarlet and goldamidst the leavesmy blood poolsdripping darkover molding leaves and pine conesthe echo of a gunshotlingers in the airi'll survive, the physician tells meit's a matter of choicethe… Continue reading Gunshot
her song
Hey girl, I know the idea of being alone freaks you out. This is a poem for you.
Lion
prowling the plainssharpening your clawson the bones of your preyroaring just to hear yourselfslashing the air into ribbonsthat haunt the fields from border to borderbecause this is your territorygritty, fine, messythis dirt between clawsis homefinds its way into your coat of ironpart of you, as muchas your killer call:to hunt the inferiorexalt your alpha namesatiate… Continue reading Lion
how to say: I Love You
to everyone I ever loved, am loving, will love you know how it iswhen your heart is full to burstingstretched, waitingfor a time to pour out everything inside ityou know how it iswhen words bubble up into your throatticklish, expectantfor a time to float out awayinto the worldthat's how i feel when i want to… Continue reading how to say: I Love You
Home – Poem Anthology
Another thing I did for English class---a poem project. My choice was to write five poems, each using the five senses, inspired by the house I am about to move out of. I decided to create a Google Sites for it, so the anthology has its own little home. I've lived in this house for… Continue reading Home – Poem Anthology
Dream Big
Another poem I wrote for English class --- slightly about the pains of growing up.
Free
I wrote this for English class, emulating the style of Linda Hogan's "Innocence". There is nothing more free...
The Cave
Darkness claimed me once, but God broke the chains. "She is mine," my God says. He sent his Son to bear my shame, my guilt, my brokenness, and he has set me free. I am free.
Love Is Like a Star
Love is like a starIt beckons from afarThrows its crazy lightInto your darkest night Stars Are Queens flames coruscating outward, offering a forceful invitationcounting you among a historyof explorers on heedless reckless embarkationsthey hope to count you among the corpses of countless discoverers delving into every aspect of a mysterybut sharper, sharper, the lies are glaringnow… Continue reading Love Is Like a Star
