free your mind, nothing here really matters
you belong somewhere more than this
break your chains and get ready for your life
it's waiting

I want to scream until everything clogging up my airways is gone
all the stale air has been expelled, and I have a new set of lungs.

would anyone like to spend a day somewhere away, just free
without feeling like we have to be anywhere or do anything
without feeling like we even have to speak,
let's go, I'm ready to let you be you and let me be me.

as i saw you for the first time in forever
and as we embraced
i felt you slip from between my fingers...

time *****
it is always moving
never stopping
controlling our lives
it makes us late,
or unreasonably early
when relaxing
theres never enough
when suffering
there always too much
time

I spend the day alone
I spend the month alone
I spend the year alone
Unable to do
What I would like to do

I wish I had a friend
Who is a woman

I hope there is a woman
Who would make
A small dedication poem
About how one of my poems
Made her feel

It would be fun
My love goes out
To all the kind
And compassionate women
Of Hello Poetry

They will wake up and see me sleeping, hair all messy, drooling
And they'll laugh and take a picture only to send it during the day
And remind me I'm beautiful even when I'm sleeping
They will hold my hand when we walk down the sidewalks
And give me piggy back rides when my feet get tired
I will surprise them in the morning with breakfast in bed
I will leave notes everywhere around the house for them to know
I am always thinking about them, even when I am gone for the day
We will have dance parties at night, and blare the music knowing
That each lyric of the love songs we scream was written for each other
That is what is waiting for me, that is what is waiting for *us

I don’t get feminism.
The term, that is.
When they ask, "Are you a feminist?"
I reply, “Sure.”
They nod in bobble-head approval.
“I’m also a childist and animalist”
A confounded grimace glazes over
“Huh?”
“Of course. Aren’t YOU a childist?
Aren’t YOU an animalist?”

“Uh. What do you mean?”

“Well, don’t you believe that children
and animals should be treated with love?”

“Well, naturally.”

“Well. There you go. You’re a childist
And animalist.”

"Besides,  you would extend this love
To all sentient beings, I’m assuming?”

“Ummm. Yes...”

“Well, then, you’re a masculinist too,
Just like me!”

This is about the time their cell buzzes
Or their double soy frap is ready

They whisk away

“Oh, I’m also a worldist!” I belt out

Before they exit

As I resume reading
Remaining clever, and

Alone.

you have to choose to act with love, every single day
but you can't choose to feel it.

if we've worked for ourselves, we haven't become anybody
where we go depends on who we're fighting for.