-echo-brilliant light, the death of stars, long since dead,
dragging darkness behind them
merely illusions, no substance to kiss
I have no form …less than hollow
No stillness within me
No answers to give
No songs made of laughter
No treasures unclaimed
What faith now remains?
Look to other faces
My time never was
A whisper, a vapor
hush upstop telling the trees
that they don't know what it's like
to watch loved ones die.
who else knows better
than old branches and young leaves,
roots hugging bones
flowers kissing bees?
I am a LiarI am a Liar
Sometimes, she would tease me
Lean over and say
"When are you getting a boyfriend?"
I would dig fishhooks into my mouth
Give her my best lying smile
And say something to the effect of
When we would go out together
When she would eye the passing men
Lean over and say
"All the good men will be gone soon!"
But my eyes never left her
Never strayed from the curve of her shoulder
Never stopped thinking what we would be like
Never stopped seeing her
Sometimes after church, with the older ladies
We were urged to start looking
For a good, Christian, man
But I always had trouble
Looking away from her dress
When Valentine's Day came
I gave her rainbows, colored chocolate
She smiled, and gave me caramels
As we were friends and nothing more
She was kind when I met her
Soft, considerate, radiant in her comfort
She was beautiful and warm
Beautiful, but she would hate me
If I told her what waits in my heart
She would call me disgusting
She would run away
But after school th
A Clockwork of ConsistencyA Clockwork of Consistency 9/23/14
He sat alone on a lonely bench.
Green paint faded and chipped-
weathered by the salty Gulf of Mexico.
It had been there - a silent
watcher of the sea for as long
as he could remember.
He had made a habit of going
here early to greet the sun
and start the day right -
with a small prayer and a coffee.
He had done this for three straight
years - a creature of routine.
It gave him comfort and peace.
A serenity he was never able to
duplicate anywhere else.
He felt less alone with this
bench and the rising sun as
his stable and reliable friends.
Sometimes a tear would form in his eye
when the beauty was too much.
On this particular morning he was so lost
in his thoughts and so entranced
by the vivid colors before him that
he barely registered her - sitting
on the bench beside him.
How long had she been there?
How long would she stay?
"Sunrises leave me in awe.
Do you not agree?" she
quietly asked as she turned to him.
He had no words to say so he
drinking holy water from
vase, i try to pull you
out of my head.
you dig your nails
into my skin, i swallow your scent and
ask you to
leave (i don't want you here
anymore), but you cry and
then i can't breathe.
the seasons change and i
stay the same
folly person that you made me
hate. i can't
press leaves between my
skin and bone, and
i realize that the snow will someday
melt, and we'd
leave slush trails against each others
bones with mist
collecting on your fingertips as you
try to wipe out all
the sad parts of me (why did you think
that you could change that
Sleep my Brother......
Sleep my Brother….
Sleep my dear brother
For I hold you in my embrace
I take you in my arms to give you…
I surround you with the love you need
I hold you close to me
For I will not let you go
I support you with my arms and hands
I cherish oh so deeply of our time as brothers
I Love you my brother……
Now sleep my brother.
making boys cryyou never know what’s folded in pockets
or nestled between teeth;
we are wolves in wool and sometimes
it’s better to watch from a distance.
rainbows dont exist in the real worldi. gringa
the color of my skin is like the color
of a Starbucks caramel frappuccino
and often times
i beg desperately
for someone to take a sip.
the look in someone's eyes
is my deathbed because
i am not something to gleam about.
i am not a special artifact
just because i can say
hola me llamo janet
no i'm not mexican
no i'm not cuban
no i'm not portugese
no i'm not from spain
no i don't want to hear
about your trip to puerto rico -
yes i am hispanic and i'd like you to go away,
ii. baby fat
my thighs are vessels
across the sea, they
float slowly in their saltbaths
and absorb all the calories
from the bowl of salad
i had for lunch.
you can see my ribs like staircases
fit your finger right between their spaces
feel their ridges and climb up the ladder
with your mouth -
you can see the rolls of fat like jelly rolls
falling from my stomach and arms
soft to touch and meaty to bite.
no i'm not hungry right now
no i'm not in the mood for dinner
no i'm not i
Drop of anxietyQuivering, shaking body
hands grasped tightly
screwing it all
twisting it all
why did it have to be this way?
all these bad memories.
if only this could change.
if only I could be like that.
why did it have to turn out this way?
palms are sweaty
mouth is dry
but my eyes arent
Three outsI took a deep breath,
we had to win this game.
Each second was like a century
watching my teammate make the signs.
This hitter was waiting for one,
just with one hit of his bat he may win.
I can't let that happen,
next sign a change up?
No I knew what I wanted
so I waited till
He signed my pitch:
We were on the same page
and I threw the pitch.
In the dirt.
The hitter stuck it,
a ground ball.
The first out.
Fans clap pleased with my pitch
and I once again get the ball back.
I headed back to the mound.
The next hitter was up
a notorious fastball hitter.
The first pitch he hit it out
into the crowd.
but it was too close for my liking.
The pitch was high up
and my teammate knew it.
He signed for a curve ball
but this hitter didn't chase.
That the next pitch I threw,
popping him up for the second out.
were getting to me.
Sweat was rolling down my neck,
my heart was racing.
pumping through my ve