If a demon appeared at my window I would laugh and say what world are you trying to find and who are you looking for, me are you looking for me?
Within the dead of those we choose… lies a truth forever gone. Within the dead of those we choose… choose to hate, or never cared enough to know
you are happy as a bee, showing all the other bees where all the pretty flowers lie. You are the best bee dancer, Zumbando in all of the sky.
I was open to trying. I was open to overcoming, and I found you running away. I don’t know where to stand, to make you not afraid of me.
All the pain rocks me to sleep. I grew tolerant to the effects, Addicted to the intoxicating isola… Romanticized despair, holding hope… I can follow the trail at the slig…
First thought not about ethnicity, but rather, that someone could exist between identities, but society is constantly rejectin… Identity is spiky, it’s painful,
I would love love love to get back… I fought fought fought to be the b… I ran ran ran through miles of inv… I stopped because it was controlli… Each step of all those miles – tra…
This hat that fits so snug and tig… This hat that lines my face just r… I stole it from the man in line. He was stuck in Tuxtla, I was fin… I found it first, these hats are r…
The orange train screeched around the bend, carrying her. I knew I had to act quickly in my expressions of affection. I anticipated her every move,
We need more community. For chron… For poverty– the myth through stor… For AIDS, for overdose too. We need more community, the kind t… selflessness, and non-judgmentalis…
The first time I heard the word p… She slammed my head against the wa… And I stared straight back into t… Fuming with fire, scorching the ho… There was nowhere to run, nowhere…
Where do I let my hopes hang? In the air with scents of flowers… How do I let my emotions reign? Among animals I am not brave enou… Why do I share the shards of my p…
unwanted connection to my youth uninterrupted stream of consciousn… first memories linger and manifest periodic reminders of what I can’t… my escape from the void
I saw anger, justice, passion, eng… I saw despair, emaciation, dysphor… I saw shame, fear, desperation fl… I saw flat, emotionless, mirrors r… I saw provocation, hostility, infl…
The two whirling white clouds of s… One soft and sweet from burning ol… The other harsh and irritating fro… The billowing smoke choked out Pa… But only for the moment where brea…