The Poetry Marathon

Find the one
Who dances with your demons
Instead of someone
Who creates them

Doubt is but
A feather you pluck
As you molt your wings
To make room for new growth

I want to go to bed with you
Lets slip between the sheets
I’ll fall into your sweet embrace
And let you completely take me over
I’m ready to go all night
If you’re ready to take me there
So what do you say Mr. Sandman,
Can you make my dreams come true?

Some people want
Their name in city lights
I’d rather see mine
In the stars

Someone once told me
There’s other fish
In the sea
But you know what else
There’s a ton of?
Garbage

July 4th is a lie
It’s not Independence Day
Until everyone is equal
Your fireworks and celebration
Mean nothing when there
Are still kids in cages
At the border
So drink your beer
While Flint, Michigan
Still needs clean water
Grill your burgers and hot dogs
While the homeless starve
Gather with your friends
Without the fear of someone
Calling the cops just because
The color of your skin
And celebrate your life
Of comfortable freedom
While LGBTQA+ teens die alone
By their own hands.
How does your white privilege look
Through rose colored glasses?

My cell phone is filled
With landline numbers
Where no one would pick up
On the other side
The cord has been cut
And yet, I can’t delete them.

My cell phone is filled
With landline numbers
That no one would pick up
On the other side
The cord has been cut
And yet, I can’t delete them.

My heart beats
To the syllables
Of your name

Up here above everything
There are no borders
Just sky and clouds
And peace
I know I have to land…
…Eventually
I can’t shy away
From what’s going on in
In the world
But for now
I’ll stay here
Pretend I’m a bird
And be free.