I can take it. I can take all the hailstorms and the lightning and the caterpillars eating my leaves. I can prove it, I can be the softest, most emotionally vulnerable saint you have ever seen, I will care about every soul who crosses my path and hand out compliments and be kind to everyone.
I’m sorry, no you can’t, you are mortal
“Ew” faces look like wrinkly lettuce leaves,
or so some omnivorous rabbits say, a baby’s eyes seen sideways seem like button holes, or so some sleepy dreams claim, but even in the waking world they breathe
Write another masterpiece but for what purpose, to prove to people who won’t listen you’re here? (That assumption, “won’t.”
I think the Samaritan on the road to Jericho was someone who once lay dying in the desert and needed somebody to save them.
I think that’s how they learned to save the next someone.
According to evolution and survival of the fittest, and “favorable genes are the ones that get passed down,” homosexuality should’ve ceased to exist eons ago, but spoiler alert: it hasn’t, and I often ask
Hello, I’m on a voyage to save the world.
Will you come along?
We’re all a little bit crazy here, a touch…
Burn world, burn I’ll spite you survive you build a palace from your ashes, burn world, BURN you have never loved me, have you? — dark thoughts, night thoughts, stray thoughts: this boy wants a boyfriend, because he’s tired of being the gayest person in the room –at least two trees in a hurricane ofContinue reading “Dark thoughts, Night thoughts”
The other day, my sister asked about my pronouns and it felt like a confessional– I laid out all my sins for her to judge them, “yes, I’m questioning who I am (dear God, am I questioning?) but no, I have no intention to do anything. Dear sister, I’m not a lost sheep, I’m notContinue reading “faith”
A party. Neon lights. A search for self-worth. Witches and dead things and the moon. I wrote this poem (or poetic short story?) about the struggle to exist in this world. “Here is for all the queer people, me, you, us. For our frustration and heartbreak, for the permission to exist that isn’t granted, butContinue reading “Today’s queer poem is brought to you by:”