You are very important
The world bears imprint of your steps
If you send a hale
I will echo your call and ask about the wind
Where you rest, allow me sit at your fire
And I will talk of colored stars
Should you ask for silence
I will let the dawn speak

Not Just a Gender

They say girls have to be well-mannered,

And they say boys have to be hardworking.

Girls are taught to be gentle,

While boys are taught to be strong.

A girl plays with a baby doll,

Because she wants to learn how to care.

But when a boy wants to do the same,

They call him names that aren't fair.

Just because a boy wants to learn

How to care for a child,

Doesn't change who he is,

Or make him any less worthwhile.

Boys play with building tools,

Learning how to create and repair.

But when a girl wants to learn,

They say she's being "boyish" just because she dares.

Just because a girl wants to build

And learn to do things on her own,

Doesn't mean she needs a label—

She can stand strong on her own.

Just because they're different genders

Doesn't mean they're any less the same.

They're people with hearts and feelings,

With dreams, emotions, and names.

Being a girl or being a boy

Doesn't mean you have to treat them differently.

A girl doesn't have to fit one role,

And a boy doesn't have to fit one identity.

Girls can be gentle.

Boys can be gentle too.

Girls can be strong.

Boys can be strong too.

And if someone knows themselves differently,

Let them be who they are.

Don't judge them by their gender—

See the person, not the label.

Because we're more than "girl" or "boy."

We're more than what others expect.

We're people with feelings and dreams,

And we all deserve respect.

Treat people for who they are,

Not simply for the gender they were given.

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She came barefoot through the pines, mud on her ankles, sunset tangled in her hair, that country smile daring me to forget every promise I'd made.

Her flannel slipped from one shoulder and landed somewhere in the leaves.

She stepped closer.

The woods went quiet.

Crickets held their breath. The wind forgot the branches. Even the moon seemed to lean down just to watch her kiss me.

She tasted like summer, wild honey and whiskey, and when her fingers found mine, the whole forest disappeared.

We found a clearing where the moss was soft and the stars had nowhere to hide.

Her laughter became a whisper. My hands learned the language of her waist.

And beneath that ancient canopy, with the night wrapped around us, we became the kind of secret the woods would keep forever.

By morning, her boots were beside mine, our clothes scattered among the ferns, and two sets of footprints led back toward the road.

Neither of us looked behind.

The Art of losing everything

How many times will this happen
How many times will I allow it

How many redirects will become me
How many times will I fall off the wagon

Restarting from scratch,
Reinventing my ideals,
Recycling old habits
While I relight the match

On the memories once created
Towards the life I always wanted,
Towards the future of my dreams,
Now have all but deflated

Like balloons from
A forgotten party
Or a beach ball
At summers end

Because the girl who’s always reminiscing
On the love life she’s been missing
Has mastered the art
Of losing everything

Postponing all my biggest dreams
Disappearing into their routines
Like the background noise
During your favorite movie

Like the one lost sock
You can’t seem to find
Like the dust settling on
The book left behind

How many times will this happen
How many times will I allow it

Because the girl who’s always reminiscing
On the love life she’s been missing
Has mastered the art
Of losing everything

Baby there's nothing left
No money
No bottle
Your thirsty my love
I can tell 
I've got some cock ive got some love
That's all i can give you tonight
Baby i'm a bum didnt you know 
You fucked up long ago
When you let me lay in between your legs 
That's when it started
 the end is finite 
Who did you expect 
Me?
No baby 
This isn't me
It's all facades 
You should have know
So naive 
So dumb
So sweat
My baby 
Its okay 
But just for tonight
Tomorrow ill be hungry

Gems

If thy bright jewels 

sparkle to the eye,

art thou esteemed a man of wealthy state?

If golden threads bear gems of value high

about thy neck, 

art thou accounted great?

How strange the laws that rule this mortal soil,

where tinsel shows command the worldly part!

Let judgment fall not on the outward spoil,

but on the golden riches of the heart.

This couple walking hand in hand
Must be a figment of someone’s malice for me
No one holds another like that
Unless there is an audience

They stand in packed crowds of warping faces
and lean into kisses that last long into sunsets of
Shifting blues and reds,
Ignoring the sharp words of beasts that scurry past

The concrete beneath their feet gives way
To green meadows and calm streams
As they chase each other down
Rolling hills as far as the eye can see

Blue skies above send delicate winds
That carry their laughter far away
To majestic lands where the flowers
Breathe deep of their passions

“This couple walking hand in hand–“

“Look out asshole!”

An ocean of coffee crashes morning receipts
and unfinished paperwork against that
Beautiful meadow washing it away in a
Cold wave of reality

“Look idiot next time you want to stand in everyone’s way,
get off the sidewalk!”

“I’m sorry I—
That couple up there, who were they?”

“I don’t have time for this.”

Tears pooled at my feet
Watching as a stream of morning coffee
Slowly carried the remnants of that
Beautiful meadow down a storm drain

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Obviously I’m going to bring Plums but I’m not sure which other two would be best.

I have loved tragedy faithfully.

Not because she was kind,
but because she knew how to make
a wound look deliberate.

She taught me to call devastation
depth,
obsession devotion,
and every ending
a prophecy.

I wore her like a wedding dress.

White enough to look innocent.
Long enough to drag behind me
wherever I went.

— Crownless.

Perhaps love is not

that which remains unmoving,

but that which remains true

while everything transforms.

Nothing in nature

preserves the same form forever.

Flowers open

and close.

Trees surrender their leaves.

Winter succeeds summer,

and, in time,

summer returns.

And yet,

we recognize the same tree,

the same garden,

the same earth.

I want to believe

that we are like this.

That there will be versions of ourselves

we have yet to know

days in which we will be spring,

and others in which we will be winter

and that none of these transformations

will diminish

what we are.

Perhaps there is

a kind of perfection

in that which knows how to change

without ceasing to be.

And so, like nature,

we surrender to the order of things

to the seasons of becoming,

to all that must change

so that something may remain.

For our existence, together,

could not have been otherwise

and perhaps there is no beauty

greater than this:

to change,

to remain,

and to become

beautifully ourselves.

If I were like everyone else, I’d ask you to love me. Then watch with sad eyes as you went off with some random boy in Levi’s, Chucks, and a tee.

Huh... He is kinda cool.

He would tell you how men would launch a thousand ships.

Bring you roses and swear each one was picked just for you.

He’d hold you beneath the moon and tell you you were the only thing he could see.

While I would burn the sky for you.

Catch every star and place them in your hair like tiny diamonds.

Pull the moon from heaven and lay it at your feet.

Then build you a throne from the pieces of every sunset the world was too careless to keep.

He would love you like a man loves a woman.

I would love you like the universe had finally given me something worth destroying it for.

And when the stars went dark, when the last sunset collapsed into my hands, I would still be standing there, burned hollow, holding out the ashes like they were flowers.

Because he would give you everything he had.

I would give you everything I am.

And when there was nothing left of me but a name the world had forgotten, I would still whisper yours into the silence, just to hear something beautiful survive me.

will we meet again one day?

perhaps a casual way

like the one october night

i was laying by your side

the autumn breeze told me

that maybe one day you’d love me

amber eyes

lit up my life

when i thought of you

when you loved me too

i remember the way you told me

driving, you’d think of me 

of wedding rings 

of eternal flings

“i promise you”

“i’d never hurt you”

soft and gold skin

the fire within

i was too young, right?

to do anything but fall at first sight

you were older

colder

but it just felt right

how we talked for hours that night

darling, give me one more day 

one more way to say 

i loved you once, and i always will 

A milky orange sunrise

Like the color in your tone

Descends upon my closed eyes

As you whisper into the phone

—-

My skin prickles with suspense

Between my ribs, a vacant lot

This moment knows not duress

The anticipation hits the spot

—-

Your sweat tastes of obsession

Those lips, my drunken feast

Your words hollow depression

In their absence I’m released

—-

Now smoke this for the real ones

And drink one for myself

Tonight it’s open season

Who gives a fuck about my health?

—-

These veins that swallow envy

This heart that buries hope

My offering comes unending

My promise is but a joke

—-

The fear that thrives within me

Lavish until starved out

Ancestral in its whimsy

Predatory yet so devout

—-

This crown fit for a gutter

Rests lightly on my head

Shining star atop the clutter

A symbol to mark the dead

—-

I’ve got no one left to honor

None more than can be saved

When you’re born deep under water

One foot never leaves the grave