What Remains

Fractured limbs
Bear witness to
The countless hours
Spent dreaming,
Swinging,
Tied to earth
And you.

What remains,
Eternal in my heart,
Grateful
For your silent witness
To childhood.

Hiding, beyond our small selves

Mania

Obsessiveness
Depression
The scars of a generation?
The trophies?
This burden to bare.
Work
a
Alch
a
…holic.
Everything a syndrome.
Running from ourselves.
The syndrome of human emotions,
existence,
life.
I wanna be
a
life
a
holic.
My scars,
the burden of
my experiences.
My scars,
brighter for the
love of friends,
struggles for truth.
My scars bright
BECAUSE of
the burden of
experience.
Living,
The scars of my generation.
Misunderstood.

Collective Resistance


My no is my super power.

My no is the master of my mother fucking destiny.

 

Your yes does not determine my

Worth

Future

Sleep

Peace or

Dreams.

 

My no is my super power.

My no is the law of the law of the land.

 

Mightier than the police, the judge,

the powers of patriarchy that be.

My no is my super power.

My no will save me.

 

Let down repeatedly

when no was not enough.

Standing up, choosing love,

still no gets rebuffed.

 

Where is its strength then?

you may ask.

A question, truly fair.

 

Most days that answer

is fully less than clear.

Regardless, I will

Shout until all you hear,

 

Our no is my super power.

Our  no is the law of the law of the land.

 

Mightier than the police, the judge,

the powers of patriarchy that be.

Our no is our superpower.

Our no will save you and me.

More than I can stomach

My eye are big

My heart is bigger,

but my stomach is small.

 

My dreams are biggest.

My hopes are greatest,

but my stomach is small.

 

Today I try.

Tomorrow I try harder.

For what?

I’m not sure.

 

To enlarge my stomach?

Yea

That sounds about right.

 

My stomach,

my moderator,

my greatest adversary in life,

telling me something.

 

Rarely choosing to listen.

driven by hopes and dreams,

“more than I can stomach”

reminding me,

 

Chose wisely.

 

Your eyes are big.

Your heart is bigger,

but your stomach is small,

for there is living to do.