many small people, doing many small things, have the strength to change the world.............
on sleeping with a friendYou unchurch me
When you spit sermons
In my mouth
This is torture.
This is drowning the slow way.
Bit by bit every press of your kiss
drags me a little further down-
This is drowning with my legs around your hips
and your feet on the ground.
This is gasping for air between your lips,
trapping your eyes in
Mary j’s mist, this is hoping
For a drop of sun and getting
A blister. This is sleeping with a friend,
This is a fucking disaster.
This is saying your name this is saying,
This is not speaking all day
And not speaking all night.
This is three full days with your
need at my side.
We’re perfect together-
But the timing’s not right.
"What’s this about,
What’s this all about?"
one day I'll tell you that
ever since you crawled into my mouth,
i have tried and i've tried and i can't get you out.
The... Last Night
I felt you... last night.
You left the covers at my feet.
I looked off a thousand miles...
As you walked out the door.
The room was so gray that night.
And I couldn't feel anything but cold.
You violated me, in every essence of the word.
And now I feel nothing but cold.
If I tell anyone, the cold blade I will feel...
The cold... I will feel.
And if I cry... you'll give me something to cry about,
I don't want to shower...
No matter how hot the water is,
I'll still be cold.
And I don't want to drink water,
I'm so lost.
Twenty Ten FourWe never notice.
Our alarm doesn't ring, it sings
Pharell beating our mornings
'til we remove from our snooze. We
forgot the tink-tinker or
and emerge the same.
The same commute to work:
Heads sunk, tired eyes drunk by
thumb movements. Our ears dumb
locked into a Will-I-Am trance. Not
a glance of the changing scenes;
the only birds we see are angry.
The same office echoes with
of emails blaming others and smack-talking.
instead of actual talking. We fall for
the hype of Skype and only Siri’s
voice drones narrow answers
we accept as truth.
The same playground, huddled corners;
Children pick a blackberry instead of
picking blackberries, for their late-night
Facebook fights. Words will always hurt see:
no kids to hit with sticks and stones. Unless
there’s an app for it.
What do we do when stop?
Orwell you're too late
took thirty years to demonstrate your
doublethink and we all cling to
What I Can Learn From YouDon't tell me what you don't like.
I'm not interested.
Because what you don't like is
simply what you don't understand.
Instead tell me what you do like.
Because that is what you understand.
That is what I can learn from you.
When time was young
and fish were wise,
a little boy would
guard the boats
his people used
for gathering food,
while their gods watched
over them from skies
that used to lie closer
to the water and the earth-
for this was the place
where the wind came to rest
and the sea would caress
the edge of the world,
and bless those who
trusted in the rhythm of
life, until the
cycle of death would
come and set them free-
to watch over
a little boy who
guarded the boats,
when time was young
and fish were wise.
a modern opheliashe found fennel beneath her pillow,
and felt the familiar flutter
of glassfish between her ribs.
to distract herself, she
scattered the reddest petals
in her bathwater.
she braided poppies in her hair
let regret invade her lungs.
AutismWe are chaos, though we are order.
We are order, though we are in chaos.
The cat was seen as a demon,
though it was peacefull.
What you don't understand,
you can hate.
What you can learn,
you can love.
We are, though we are not.
We have a foot in each camp.
We are mad,
though we are smart.
We are chaos in order,
and order in chaos.
SupermanSuperman sits alone
His head in his hands -
The worlds slipping away...
Through my fingers like sand.
Always a crime being committed,
Im stopping all that I can stop.
Sure, I can go fast, but...
Im already giving all Ive got.
And what about the children,
All the homeless on the street?
The people with nowhere to go,
And not enough food to eat?
And wars are being fought...
Millions of miles away;
Too many lives being lost
Every single day...
Superman sits alone
A tear falling from his eye -
Nothings getting better,
No matter how hard I try.
This world is getting so heavy;
I... I can only do so much...
And sometimes, even Superman
Cannot do enough.
look at the clouds todaywhen i met you, i stopped writing. i also stopped waking up to a face full of post it notes saying things like its bad luck to see the woman before the driving test, or my house smells like apple cider and bluebottles have eyes, or i've got static in my arms. i stopped feeling sorry and i stopped falling down the stairs. i noticed the stars at night could have a story and you could have taken the ocean and put it in your eyes. i also stopped writing.
when i met you, i stopped trying to be a nice person and just was. when i met you, i discovered post it notes and then i couldn't use them. i realised my house was not just a picture of a house and that your silence is so loud and my loud is so quiet. when i met you, i stopped writing and i cut star shapes into my blanket because i couldn't reach the sky, even with a ladder.
when i met you, i traced the map of your bones and filled my hands with yours because i stopped writing. i also stopped walking backwards because i noticed that i coul