My mother used to ask me Did a tornado come through your room? I have never been the kind To keep my clothes confined. And at that age, I scattered toys everywhere like I was trying To use up every square foot of my space But a tornado never went through my room, Just me. …
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Praying or preying?
A heart and a shooting star Maybe one in the same I fell far from the sky I was born in And then i changed my name. It’s the Fourth of July, We’re in the home of the brave So why is it when I say God bless the u s of gay With a …
Stardust and scar’s trust
I am made of skin and bones, Nails, sweat, tears, the ocean, hair, the words out of my mouth every day since I learned how to speak, every word said to me, every book I’ve ever read And the mistakes I could regret But choose to refer to in the future A list of do …
Sunny streets and simplicities
Outside of a Target in Oregon a mother stood with a sign asking for help Her child sitting next to her maybe ten years old. I walked across the street with two crumpled fives in hand Some days I’m not sure how I’m going to make ends meet but I believe That what goes around …
Eating elephants
The reflectively app on my cellphone told me that Thursday is for starting new habits Which means I suppose looking at myself more constructively. Some things are easier when I’m high. I’m less anxious but also less focused and I’m not always focused to begin with but I’m also really great at multitasking for the …
Mixing colors
It is easy being breezy It’s not easy being blue It’s better when you’re yellow It’s better when you’re you. I have been painted shades in between For more than enough lifetimes for me. I want to change, and that I’ll choose For me a better brighter hue No longer blue, no longer lonely Taking …
After the world
I’m rewriting my past, And repaving my path To the future May habits no longer Hold me back. I am one of the lucky ones One of the ones who carries scars Like a name on a cross or a house Marks, on a humans skin Like shooting stars. I am not sorry this time …
A healing heart spills
I bring love to every table I have ever had the chance to eat at Been served poison and drank it Thanked them anyway Served them in the bedroom later Saved them From theirselves Just long enough To lose myself In their eyes Always Like a river They cry Because they couldn’t forget her And …
A body of work
I want to be more Than a body Designed for The slow trawl of the male gaze I want to be weighed for My heart Golden, Heavy and full And not by the pounds Of skin that wrap the precious parts of me. Why is this vessel, So holy, So desecrated by the world That …
Time; taking shape
I think I realize that you don’t just suddenly tumble out of bed one day an adult It’s like building a block castle It won’t just appear It takes block by block To piece together something legible Fit for plastic royalty. I won’t just wake up And it will be easier There are just moments …
Scar’s Bedroom Blues Station 