I watched the wind on summer days,
The way it plays havoc with the meadow grass
And wish the words
MY words-
Could be plucked and carried on that breeze
Like a seedling
To go where they need to
And where I cannot.

she was not just my perfect porcelain painting
she was my best friend and i lost most of everything
i will try to fix pain with pain
it is very effective
and i forget very easily
soon it will all be gone

staying up late to feel my teeth crumble under the sugar in this wine
watching scary things on the television wondering why in the dark, I think the shadows might be out to get me.
I dont know what I think they are or why they scare me. Do they even scare me?
Left unfinished, playing in the background, the scary tv shows become my night light so i dont have to think about the shadows in the dark

i couldn't be human
so i made a home
in the woods
i danced with the mist
and ran with the wolves.
i lay on the pine needles
wove leaves into my hair,
perhaps if you come looking
you will find me there.

it was flashes of light
rebounding off of the various mirrors
blinding me, and making me reach towards you.
you were a tall sunflower,
guiding me through the messy roads
mixing your bright pigment with my navy blue
and creating a safe harbour—
a world of colour I never knew.

hold my hands above my head
— a fun workout
make me wish that i was dead
— a fun workout
empty pencils of their lead
— a fun workout
deeply dig but lightly tread
— a fun workout

The colors of my heart are true
I remember Aster Blue  
This raindrop life
one day will end
While there are flowers yet to tend.

As you and yours are growing free.
There shall be blossoms I won't see
When rainbows cross the Autumn sky
Think of me but do not cry

I've lived my life with an open heart
And Loved you from the very start.
This poet's muse my Aster Blue.
My poems are flowers meant for You.

If only one should move your heart
I'll know it wasn't wasted art.

So when the asters bloom my friend
And my life has met it's end
Recall my words from time to time
My children are my words of rhyme

It is the pink parchment
of desire which he wishes
to devour that which is
delightfully delicious.

With lip and tongue impressions
marking ecstasy’s visions
his passion is his artistry
even when given in passing.

This evolved lover of loving,
master stoker unleashing
a sea of swelling waves.

Resolved hardened by soft moans
knows in this moment he owns
each ounce of ecstatic attention,
each breath of pleasure given
an explosion to multiple conclusions,

and then it is his turn to erupt exhausted
and sleep soundly satisfied.

If you are black, they can,

shoot up your car,
come into your home
without probable cause,
beat you down,
****** you on the streets
while being recorded,
demonize you after the fact,
get away with it.

If you are black
and take a stand
you will be seen as the enemy
by at least half of your society,
even if your trying to
help your community.

You will be imprisoned unjustly,
and even after you’re free
they will try to prevent
or impede
your right to vote.

This is not a fake news reality
this is something that is
quite openly done.