I always liked storms. The rain drop on my window slowly killed itself with each movement, dragging the cold glass across its flesh as it became disfigured and beautiful, surrounded but alone again. They were all hesitant at first, unsure of whether to stop or to end it all with one quick streak. Not knowing what to call themselves; the tears of a confused storm or the sweat of a hurricane, the spit of a natural disaster as it vomits pills into the sky. Crying. Pale. Mislabeled and then hated when reality far exceeded expectation. Katrina, Isaac, Sandy. You are beautiful and we hate you because of it. Because in your fury and self disgust, you are more flawless than we will ever be. I always liked storms. Maybe its the way they coped with pain, or cried so easily. Maybe its because I can see my reflection in the tears right before I wipe them off the inside of my window.
We miss out on so much happiness because we worry about the possible pain. We become afraid of losing something that we don’t even have yet. That’s when the future looks a lot like the past, and you can see every pixel in vivid grayscale.
Once upon a time there was a boy. He doesn’t exist anymore but he loved to make her smile because…well because she deserved it. Because she needed a little help remembering that she was beautiful, and he never forgot.
This story doesn’t exist anymore, but there is a man. He loves to make her smile because…well she deserves it.
If I forget, I feel terrible.
If I remember, I feel terrible.
If I do nothing, terrible doesn’t feel so bad.
Dear dark chocolate heartbreak.
My teeth still quiver from your bitter
But you’re good for me, right?
Something about antioxidants,
Something about making me stronger…
if you would have just told me before we were doused with gasoline, then maybe i wouldn’t feel like i was helpless as we watched the match fall.
Baby girl we’ve got chemistry,
But I failed chem last semester so lets move on to some biology.
I don’t know how you fit all that in them genes
But I want to unzip them like helicase,
Realizing that there’s no hell in your case when I find God holding your polypeptide bonds.
I’m just trying to see what codes for your beauty,
So when there’s no light, let me be your knight and show you what chivalry feels like,
A sensation that I can tell you’re not quite used to as you twiddle syringes of hair in shock that I still want to be your partner after a week, that I didn’t go in search for another half occupied bench.
Why would I? This class harder than prison, it even smells like cat piss and these cabinets look a lot like cell walls. But that doesn’t matter if we’re cellmates, if the membrane of our lips would mend our brains…
Excuse me if it seems like I’m staring at your chest,
I’m just trying to X-ray the greatness in you,
That palpitating clump of hope and virtue that’s been battered, bruised, ripped and spit on by childish boys who used to sing love songs and hymns to you,
But then took others into theirs arms and smiled like it was just a funny bone,
But its not at all humerus, they’re the only jesters in that kingdom of sedatives and tremor hands.
Your heart is still a queen, who despite unfaithful rains,
Uses her veins to reign over your lungs,
Commanding its alveoli army despite the flooding, to inspire you to breathe again.
Showing that smile…that zygomatic revolution against gravity, pulling facial tendons back until they snap into a lightning bolt of an action potential, implanting itself into my optic nerve.
i like the smell of her smile, the taste of her laugh, and the whisper of her pupils as they share their secrets with mine. confusion never felt so sweet.
her hair smells like pokemon on a summer day, catching my fingers in their song. smaller lips fit the nothing between mine like gate and keeper. i can feel pulse in her tongue, and its dance lingers on my breath. she’s happy, im happy.
The moonlight kissed my face as I awoke.
Traces of stardust lingered on my bottom lip
And my sheets reeked from the perfume of distant galaxies.
It seems we did it again.
Just another one night stand,
Another one night standing horizontally on my bed alone,
Staring past my roof and into the dark abyss of space,
Hoping that somewhere in its darkness I can find what I need to recreate your face.
Comets became bangs of ice,
And asteroids were more like celestial freckles.
I even took Orion’s belt and strapped it tightly around the sun to try and conceptualize what your soul might look like as it sat in you stomach,
With those rumblies in your tumbly that you are quite embarrassed of,
But they’re just the solar flares of your beauty
So let that gas burn if you need to.
For generations my people have been oppressed
My family tree branches nowhere, and I fear that my seed will never blossom.
We have been used abused and subdued from reaching the sky because you fear we might one day overshadow you.
So you lock us in this city, this labyrinth of metal and stone, built on the bodies and bones of my ancestors.
A maze constructed of crystal columned concentration camps tall enough to pierce the sun and eclipse our view of the heavens.
This prison is surrounded by water,
Because you know we cant swim, so if we want to quench our thirst for freedom,
We’ll have to drown.
We are innocent, taken from our home and brought to this concrete jungle,
Because we looked like we could be could handle the work
This life was not for us.
You put us on these streets, these corners, these blocks,
So that your city would look good as you cut us down and used our money to buy your glocks.
See its always been about the color.
Even your green technology is just the green light for the printing of more green,
In fact you’re only one letter off from printing more greed.
But soon it will be time for us to leave.
You thought chaining us to these concrete streets would stop us from ever mobilizing against you,
You thought binding our limbs would stop us from ever reaching you,
You thought cutting off our heads would stop us from growing smarter than you.
You thought wrong, because you can never kill our roots.
Our lineage runs deeper than this city,
We have infested your gas pipes, with our lines,
Your buildings sit on the webs of our toes,
And we hold this city in our hands, and you don’t even know.
I dare you to walk down any sidewalk and find a crack that doesn’t begin at our feet.
And FYI, its not allergies, your own pollution gives your kids asthma,
And you blame us when they come to us to clear it up with our leaves,
So How can you claim superiority when you need us to breathe?
But what do I know, Im just an old soul barking in the wind,
Not known to quickly spring to action like you folk.
But trust me, don’t you ever fall,
Because when you do,
The winter will come.