I've been flailing around
with just one my whole life,
until now.

You threw my world into
Millions of snow flurries,
Beauty in every single snowflake,
Mesmerizing and enchanting as a whole.

You connected me,
Added your one wing to mine,
And together, we flew.
We flew oh so high,
But I guess,
All good things come to an end,
And flying too high is never a good thing,
(Remember Icarus)
And my one wing fell,
And I dropped,
And I was one winged again.

I will never forget the feeling of flying.
No other wing will fit me as perfect as yours did.
*Je t'aime avec tout mon cœur.
Á bientot...

This is the equation for a chemical.
This chemical is everything.
It's your username for just about everything.
And it reminds me of you every time I hear the word.
But it's so much more than that.
It's the chemical that rushes into my brain,
Every time I see you.
Every time I hear you.
Every time I touch you.

But today... I feel drained...
As if all hope of us being together is lost.
But baby. I'm fine.
I just need your reassurance.
Tell me the truth.
Promise me if everything will be alright.
So I can get my chemical back.

I grew up and still live in the "Blackest state in America".
I live simply two counties shy of the "Blackest county in America".
I did not see color until just recently, and I'll tell you why.
If a white cisgendered person opens up their Tumblr, Tumblr will tell them "goodbye".
If you go to Button Poetry and watch any African American's poem, they will tell you that the white person is dangerous.
Stay away from us.
These words.. they sadden me..
I did not see color until recently.
My best friend is a lesbian, I've dated a black man.
But no, all white people are the same, stay away from as many as you can!
I've asked my friend, Lexie, (her mom is black, her dad is white)
I've asked her what her opinion was on this fight.
Her eyes swelled with tears, she simply can't understand
Why some choose to like or dislike people for whether they are light or dark skinned.
And this is why Pocahontas is my favorite Disney princess.
She teaches everyone can love anyone, race and color are pointless.
I have asked the grinning bobcat why he grins.
It's because I have learned to paint with all the colors of the wind.
Maybe it's your turn to learn to do it, too.
And that's the only way you can find this war to end, I promise you.
I did not see color until just recently.
And now I wish I could go back and learn how to unsee
all the crap that this newfound vision has caused me.

A man without hope
A man that barely speaks
A man on a mission
Who battles till his defeat

A man who has heard it all
Seen a bit to
Nomatter what they say about Louis
He's a man that stays true

A man who stays to himself
But stands for the ones he loves
He wishes others will be themselves
And one day hopes to fly away like doves

a man who fights for respect
Speaks upon peace
This man is even a reject
Now he came from his best to his least

Regardless of the people he had to face
Because he always came back to embrace

"Can I offer you a drink sir?"
He didn't flinch,
Reacting with such demur.
He resembled grief to the last inch.
Maybe he didn't hear me.
"Sir? In need of a whiskey perhaps?"
Maybe it needn't be,
But it seemed as if he was ought to collapse.
Cigarette slipped between his teeth.
Leaking wounds along his hands.
I soon noticed the blade beneath.
I knew then that he is one who understands.
His head stayed down,
Hidden behind a defence of stubble.
Long last, he came around.
"Make it a double."

A blue black cloud, all over me is written JOY
in the script of vapor, dense, moist and meaningful,
I am light, like a feather, the breeze is in love with me for that,
I love his gentle persuasion to waft, move about, explore..
and then--ravaged by wind my love changes direction.

I love freedom more than anything, but forgot limits, hover
now, I am no more attached to the green hills, they are jealous,
far above them am I, untouched by their vainglorious pride,
I am not hard-hearted, parched fields send shivers of lightning
break me in to thousand  smaller pieces, scatter around.

My love for this earth is kindled by the sights unfurling below
all the egrets, cormorants, storks and herons of great magnificence,
those kind hearted friends that fly with me often are in pain
like the farmers, there isn't enough water for anything.

A cloud is a thought, inspired by the love for mother earth
by the ocean I am gifted to the breeze, to tour around,
on many lands fell my shade, found life in all varieties,
now is the time to be kind at heart, melt, fall in torrents.

He is a hurricane in my throat. A burning in my chest. A sickness in my stomach.

You are the lozenge that soothes my torn up throat, the aloe vera for my singed heart, the calm my nervous belly.

You are cool waves that sway me back to safety after his harsh waves of words have carried me so far out.

You teach me how to sing again without being afraid of my own voice.

You do this by showing me that you are afraid of your own as well,
but you still sing above everyone else.

And for that, I love you.