If yesterday you’d asked me What type of gay am I I’d tell you in an instant I’m a woodland cottage bi   I’d like to live out all my days Foraging for mushrooms To cook in all sorts of ways After giving baby boops…

How lovely it is To be the person you need That you reach for with everything To heal the wounds of my inner child And prevent the wounds of yours To foster your dreams and hopes Nothing is more important

I bloom and reach for the sky, Drink the sunlight and bathe in her warmth I wither and fade Making room for new life I grow dormant and wait for the day I can bloom again

How do I freeze time The days are long but the years are short And I don’t want to miss a moment Even when I’m tired, I never really tire Of keeping you safe and warm and happy I know you need me But I…

  Words of Mass Destruction   Marching into battle, armed with pen and paper, my words are my weapons. Prepare to die!   **** A cinquain consists of five lines with the syllabic count of 2/4/6/8/2.****

My wings are bare swan bones grotesquely sprouting from between my shoulder blades. I cannot fly. They are bloody with strips of burst flesh clinging to cartilage, splintered at the tips from spearing loose ends. Stay with it. Keep going. No down or contour or…

The Rainbow Umbrella A lot of things happen under the rainbow colored giant umbrella put up by the one-eyed fruit vendor upon the tiled pavement beside the central public building Hour 21 @varenyas

Just like that- you were done fed up with this life no room for anything else You must have been depressed I heard so many people say to take a gun, end it all with no chance for turning back you were so many things:…

Rivers Flow to the Ocean Rivers. It flows downstream. Very near the end of the line. Every tributary feeds from the source, Racing along, you can’t slow the course. So close to the battle we can almost taste it. Front the lower level there was…

Nesting to bed by the sea with you, a curtain of palm fronds shielding us from prying birds’ eyes, ocean’s rhythmic whisper at our feet. nestled among the blooming flower-heads, here we will sleep, our weary bodies and our heavy souls sinking into clean white…