My face flashes from grimacing to batting lashes,
from hope to fear, from please to thanks,
to challenging, to I
Category: Portraits
Villain’s Heir
Without the love,
where’s the safety?
Without the safety,
where’s the peace?
hazel
mosaic around irises,
glowing between eyelashes
green, gold, yellow, and brown,
like fresh leaves on autumn ground
each glance I give:
my heart’s footprints
gives birth to baby in bombed kyiv metro station
When you came to be inside me,
our bodies decided we would survive,
and we chose a supporting role in all their mysteries
when survival meant nurture and shelter.
Charlie
Charlie, ever pleasant as
a glowing fireplace
offered friendship to the world,
with beauty on his face.Read More »
What good is paper now?
I’ve got a list of adjectives, but you’re the poem.
Your eyes an image, your hands the parallels,
your mouth the irony, your actions so loud.
Steady as a repetition, boldness your surprise-Read More »
On Being Big-Hearted
Minuscule heart!Read More »
Accountability (J.L.’s Song)
Have you ever been tolerated too much to be loved?
Have you ever been admired much to be helped?
It’s easy for you to put up with this-
Your touch is a friendly but fare thee well kiss,
a smiling from over the edge of the abyss-
But it’s killing me softly, this song from black dove.
Must you leave me here to hate myself?
Was it easier to tell me that you understand my lies
than to say you understand enough to get why I would die
for these lies that are “easy”. Is ease easier than freely?
What of peacefully? Truthfully? Unshackled or youthfully?
Have you ever come across these things? Did you stop and stare?
Or if they’re not that novel to you, would you care to share?
Do you fear what I would say? Do you fear what they would do?
Do you fear to feel the deep involvement it’d require of you?
Do you dare to fear the failure of your so-believed truth?
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When Yale Girl Arrives
Your lips push your cheeks up,
pull your spine with.
Three seats and aisle, mere sign of the divide-Read More »
Ivory
When the sun dried up the moss, and the sea washed over it,
a thick, pale, green milk pooled into your eyes,
and your olive, tan skin glows, and your wispy hair shines,
and you’re too pretty to be any older than a child,
but you didn’t stay a child long anyways, did you?
And when you grow up fast, do you grow much at all?
You are a cowering six feet tall!
But you’re too bold to remain so shy,Read More »
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