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White flag poem
Snap back to the situation after
Drowning in dissociation.
Waving your white flag,
After exposing your bare minimum.
How can I get behind an army
Not even of 1?
How do I still know myself
When I was there, but gone.
The battle already won.
Return to snow,
Return to moss,
Return to gravel,
hit the concrete ;
And prepare the next battle ground.
I wish I was never found.
When life gives you lemons
Make green tea lemonade
And cry about it
It’s okay
Just
Get
It
Out
I can be caught early
All I need are the small sounds of you moaning
An angel cast from brimstones
No wonder you know me
How easy it is for your tongue to own my lonely
A witness to the crime you’re offering
Teaching you body language
Thru those hands
We can talk like this
Completely silent
Snakes deserve better- my poetry
You hate when I wear make up
How do I conceal when you break stuff?
Do you harness souls,
Or just the dick you own?
Oh that’s foul, let’s be a lady
We spit
A taste of blood
From those seeking sanctuary
In this monolith of Godlessness
Go ahead continue to fuck me up
I’ll birth your white horse on blades
Flag them for your parade
A mask will stand in place
Of my noosed brain
To Hell With You
Never worship and tell
No pictures on this alter just crushed velvet
sweet smells and bitter taste
In those eyes I see the ocean I waste
Away into those talons
Fall into those wings
and fly away to the Creator
I’ll never worship at your alter
feed from your rotting offerings
second best won’t burn consistently
in those oceans i drown
As Above an So Below
To Rise
from Hell with you
To Hell with you
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The Kind of Love
I only want you kind of love
the “I don’t need you”
the let’s have all the experiences and share our stories over pasta kind of love
Where I call you God and you call me Goddess an we both work together to help create a better world around us kind of love
Where the only reinforcement is positive because we know we never want to negate the other’s feelings kind of love
discovering and learning the new people we’re becoming
and falling into their new being kind of love
Never neglecting, but stoking the fires of the pain and tears to overcome the fears of what the future holds for us
kind of love
That I wish for you
the best of truths
an all the stars above
This kind love
let’s hope the aliens treat us the way we’ve treated livestock
Mi cuerpo es tuyo
i’ll teach you Spanish
give you what you thought you had but never
you have my enthusiastic consent
Powerfully embrace your selfishness
my joy is your joy
our wants are all the same
I’ll take your entire stock
the sky never lies about how it feels
About my Grandmother on her birthday:
She woke me up 99.9% of mornings with a smile on her face (only exception to this was the day i skipped school and she woke me up when she found out about my uncle) . If I was up before her, even if i did a billion things she would always catch something i missed. She raised me watching the food network, animal planet and soap operas. She taught me how to cook, and she taught me to “Put that baby down and take a shower!”
I think being adopted herself she knew what it felt like to feel like the odd man out. She’d listen to my sob stories and basically taught me that if someone wasn’t offering an opportunity to grow, than fuck them. or as grandma would say “Forget about em. You have so much more to do.”
The compliments i will treasure forever when i’m feeling low from her is her seeing Amir and saying “You’re doing a good job.” or “you’ve become a good driver” and “I like when you cook this…”
one day i will write a book about this woman, how she taught me to love and push thru all the bullshit. Until than Grandma, I hope you’re after life is full of happiness with your animals, your husband and your baby boy. Tell Grandpa that Texas (his nickname for baby amir) really is the size of Texas and might be the size of Germany by the time he’s done growing.
rip your branches out of my heart,
Your roots are not welcomed here.
This soil grows love
and your bitterness breeds death.
A poison sour dances on my tongue an I
become addicted to foulness masquerading as
justice.
Rip your core from my veins
where life use to flow.
I can not begin to sow,
all these lies that have been told.
Your roots are not welcomed here.
