We wanted more
More raspy voices after piercing our lungs
More bubbles in the flat water
More hope in the air
Although we were drowning
We were more than just the humans masked in camouflage
Wrapping bandanas around our wrists
And trying to capture the air inside our clenched fists
We were the animals that started the war
The battle cry that’s whispered through gritted teeth
Because trying to sing the truth is just so…hard
Yet overwhelmingly beautiful when the notes do take shape
And flitter off the tongue
We wanted more
But we couldn’t scrape away at the edges of a globe
Hard enough to find more countries to swim to
More mountains to sprout
More distant people who didn’t know us
We wanted more
More fury more rage more clarity
More people with electric blue eyes to show us
How to be ignited, too
We were the fingers up the nostrils of the men
Who drove right past us
We were the silly figurines made of plastic
That kids melt with discovered matches
We wanted more
More abilities
More height more color more sympathy
We were more than just the animals
We were the glass chandelier people
Taped back up countless times yet somehow still
Lit.
▲2 | reblogAcid reflux climbs up my throat
And I’m scared
Scared that if I don’t close
The space separating the back of my throat
To my mouth
I’ll feel
A gurgling sensation
Or a tangy burn
So where do I go when I don’t want to feel anything at all
Do I take out my ribs
One by one
So that I can bend over myself
As many times as it takes to twist into nothing
Or do I flip my eyelids upwards
So that my lenses capture every image into thousands of shards
Which pierce my sockets with each blink
Do I force myself to forget you
Instead of savoring the cadence of your laughter
Soprano, yet somehow still too low for me to hear
Do I collect peach pits and run my tongue
Over all their dips and grooves
Do I walk barefoot until I have no skin left
Do I say I do to someone else
Do I keep on singing your name as my lullaby
Where do I go in the instances when I am no longer
Awake
Yet not yet
Asleep
When I’ve run out of places to go
Time no longer encapsulates my day
It no longer reminds me that I have places to go
Where do you go when you don’t want to feel anything at all?
▲1 | reblogfo’real
my slam poetry team (Grub Street) made it to the FINALS for LOUDER THAN A BOMB MASSACHUSETTS
un be liev able
but let’s hear it for all the other teams because serious tears were brought to my eyes in a different light each time one of those beautiful souls went up their to bear the hearts on stage
▲3 | reblogdo you speak
the language of flowers?
the symphonia of the orchid
the whisps of a tulip
aroused by Spring’s soft murmur
the hum of the rain
pitter pattering the roof
the pink rose
a twang of innocence corrupted by desire
the sunflower
a medallion of triumph
announcing that the Earth has made it through
the thaw
the proof is in each seed:
budding life taking form
a cell dividing into the ether
the proof is in each stem:
erect and robust
seething green
slightly prickly
yet never failing
to crack.
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