fire and water

Some people just like to watch the world burn
but fire isn't the way to build things
despite all poetic thoughts
humans are not phoenixes
and the only thing that comes from ash
are sick lungs and deep coughs
be the stream of generosity
the refreshing waterfall
drown them if you must (kill them with kindness)
but do not burn it all

Dear World (words)

I would like to give you stories
Little pieces of my soul,
Bits of conversations strung together like flower crowns
I'm not very good at creating music like the birds
Or art, or dance, but perhaps I can give you words

I would like to be your raconteur
Poetry to show my redamancy
Give you halcyon lullabies
snippets that are natsukashii

Time

I would like to grasp the past and
Fold up my memories like an old quilt
Carefully bend and crease and slide into a drawer,
And take it out from time to time and always have it

I would like to dam the future
Cease it's impending flow,
Let in turn turbines instead of
Turning my head on my pillow
Keeping me up with it's pressure

I would like to  preserve the present
Crystallize the morning dew and
Bottle up the smell of you
And grow up but never grow older

We fear time because it is what we cannot control
It is the frontier of all, sand grains between fingers, everyone's end, pieces and the whole

Remembrance

Six million lights snuffed out
So many futures unknown
Never Forget// Never Again
Yom Hashoah

banquet

the recognition of futures both great and unknown

past meeting future under dinosaur bones 

phrases from old journals

I
she was much like shoulder blades

bony and not often thought of as beautiful,

but elegant in her own way

II
I am terribly afraid of being unimportant. We all want to matter, to leave our legacy. 

III
We shared glances. 

:)

Smiles tie better knots than boyscouts and

Some songs create tighter bonds than stakeouts and

Friendship can lift higher than caffeine 

And the world shines brighter when happy 

lift

my hands in defeat

and my spirits when they are low

heavy eyelids and heavy feet

currents against the flow

scar//ing

Running and chattering// When i was young

Fell on my knees// White teeth bit my tongue 

Mouth full of words// Filled with fresh blood

Mother was frantic// What to do// What to do

In my excitement// Almost was split in two

Working you're working// Late into the night

Stress//Study//Stress//Until the numbers are right

Bags under your eyes// Give your reflection a fright

Heavy eyelids and heart stress// What to do// What to do

In all your ambition// You may be split in two 

easter sunday

an open tomb

his open arms

my healed wounds

prince of peace returned

he is not here

he has risen

just as he said

spread the news 

rejoice! rejoice! 

an empty funeral bed  

warm & fuzzy

you are my laughter and 

you are my hearth

spreading from core to finger tips

a comfortable warmth

Good Friday

Darkness and the sinner's cry

Today I will see you in paradise

A slain perfect lamb, pure and unblemished

And Jesus said, "It is finished"

Lord and King sacrificed and denied as true

Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do

Messiah lay dead for them and for me

Bleeding palms, heavy shoulders- grace to set free

no weeping at the reaping

cruel is not funny

rude isn't in vouge

when you climb stepping on others

you'll reap what you sow 

shining knights and shining comets; fight on

haley's comet travels on average, 365 times faster than your nerve signals
so it makes sense that you feel kind of small sometimes but you probably don't feel very slow
three hundred and sixty five days pass faster then we know
and it is easy in a crowded room to feel so alone
but twenty-five billion white blood cells are your knights in shining armor
Your eyelids have shut and rapidly opened 1200 times before breakfast,
blinking to refresh your windows to the world
you are regenerating skin cells and self-mending bones
don't ever feel there is no where left to go
because your body fights for itself, you are a shining comet of your own




You are all strong souls, but you don't have to be strong alone.  If you ever feel there is "no where else to go" please remember there are so many places in this world, people who would love to make you feel at home. 
US Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-8255

gifted

with awareness of our privilege

comes a grateful sort of guilt

some sorts of knowledge make the flowers bloom

some just make them wilt

a generation of geniuses

who have cynicism up their sleeves

empty pockets, empty prospects

we see a mess//we want it clean

seeing past the media messages

seeing the struggle of the other man

modern day revolutionaries stuck behind our keyboards and our #rants

change the brightness on the screens like we wish to change the brightness of our futures

pollution, student debt, political gridlock

we were told we were smart// 

we are left bitter

 

 

gentle

bigger boots don't always mean better footprints

a ballerina's tiptoe's beauty outsteps the war march

flowers bloom in secret places

windchime tinkling is less harsh

voice the loudest

mindset strongest

unwilling to take advice

grenades, your shouts-- all drowned out

by sweet sounding compromise 

Palm Sunday

Praise him with Psalms

Lay the street with palms

Prophecy fulfilled, the triumphant entry

Gracious, loving, unexpected

In rides Jesus- King

saturday

sun, snowcones, soccer

sleeping on your shoulder

can the weekends never end

and let's never grow older

ahead

the weight of the world 

keeps me in bed

your laughter//your love

lifts me up instead

chaos//fried nerves

your voice in my head

squeeze of a hand 

you keep me looking ahead

everything that makes me round

i can not be easily organized into hashtags or labels on cardboard boxes

i am am not the square, straight and even, check the boxes that apply

i am curves, goosebumps, stubbed toes, parabolas like roller coasters of emotion

stacks of books, thick socks, chapped lips, dogged eared magazine articles and bookmarked websites

i am built on the skins that i shed, reinvented myself on the stars of tomorrows and yesterdays

sliding into clean sheets, bouncing up at alarms, hot water runs down me in spirals

memories tied to songs, bones mended from brokenness, hips where my sister sits as i

wrap one arm around her, wrap two arms around myself, in self-love not self containment

because i 

                cannot

                           be 

                               contained

i am the fireworks i used to fear i am sunshine and oxygen converted

to carbon dioxide pumping blood, a million cells, fears and tickled taste buds, perked ears, messy hair 

save your boxes i will not fit.