Atlanta (poem)

Poetry

Group of my kind,
Slaughtered.
Dehumanized as sex toys,
Eliminated in silence.

Not even a whimper,
Absorbing violence and abuse.
Hatred stored in our bellies,
Skin thickens into stone.

Submissive and demure,
Seductive and compliant.
Forgotten in an instant,
Screams like whispered lullabies.

Gurgling blood shushed harshly,
Our pain an inconvenience.
China dolls with painted faces,
Shattered weeps keep leaking.

Letter to Young Me

Prose

If you feel like other people are selfish and lacking empathy, you are correct. People like us do human development backwards. Before we can develop our own ego, we must build our empathy and ability to cast ourselves into the minds of others. It’s how we survived.

But when the time comes, when that danger is behind you, you can focus on developing your ego. You will learn to be selfish while others are still figuring out how to be selfless. You’ll be building yourself from scratch, while it appears everyone else is already complete.

Will I ever stop feeling different? You must have wondered that a million times. You will never be like most people. You will always be a minority. That’s a state of existence you must accept about yourself. But you aren’t destined to be existentially alone. In that elusive intersection between you and other people, when your paths to development overlap and intersect, you can feel connection so powerful it will make your soul soar. But you must seek it. Such treasures do not hide in plain view.

You are special, young me. You are a treasure. Many will want to plunder you, but some will want to cherish you. Such is our blessing and curse.

It’s a strange, liminal place to be. Being able to relate to almost everyone but pretty much no one can relate to you.

Soulmate (poem)

Poetry

Red string of fate,
Tied to our thumbs.
Common roots of suffering,
Echo across the universe.

Ghosts embedded in flesh,
Erupt under touch.
Embracing through ghoulish screams,
Finding refuge in the other’s body.

Each kiss that lands,
Our souls creep closer.
Activating catalyst,
Collision burning bright.

Nest of dancing flames,
Settle into chaos.
Mews of our brood,
Interspecies love babies.

Alone all our lives,
Imagining your existence.
Living in your heart,
Soothe me with your presence.

Bite your chin to warn you,
Not to leave me again.
I’ve waited for eternity,
To have your warmth at night.

Past lives prepared us,
Separate journeys to arrive.
Splitting of a nucleus,
In time finally combined.

Critic (poem)

Poetry

Searching for faults,
Radar for fissures.
Look for yourself,
Shards that you’ve lost.

Steal them back,
Attack the thief.
Shattered ego,
Fragility exposed.

Empathy lacking,
Their mind irrelevant.
Failing expectations,
That never escaped your mind.

But social expectations,
Engender social censure.
Carefully criticize,
The shape of behavior.

Fire (poem)

Poetry

Feeding pages,
Edges curl.
Blackness spreads,
Ink spill on paper.

Coaxing, teasing,
Playful seduction.
Invite to touch,
Promising warmth.

Forests blaze,
Candles burn.
Fuel for growth,
Limitless potential.

Cleansing destruction,
Harness its power.
Overgrown suffocation,
Smoke breathing free.

Ashes remain,
All else inconsequential.
Clearing space,
Floating up to the sky.

Seen (poem)

Poetry

Eyes turned away,
In fear or disgust.
Affirmation of my taint,
My poisoned existence.

Battered by life,
Abused by the best.
Reality’s brutalities,
Harden on my skin.

Truth in pills,
Tough to swallow.
Medication overdose,
Prone minds and emotions.

Reflecting the hurt,
Wounds and scars unseen.
Dare to meet my eyes,
Lift my invisibility.

Horror (poem)

Poetry

Sublimate our fears,
Give shape to the monsters.
Shadow behaviors,
Illuminated on screen.

The world holds danger,
It even lives at home.
Survival situations,
Heroines lead the way.

When it all goes topsy-turvy,
Where will you turn?
We’ve lived this before,
Past lives in scenarios.

When you can’t call, “Cut!”
The actors keep pretending.
Trapped in a screenplay,
The horror is real.

Baby (poem)

Poetry

Gestate in my womb,
Constructed by my body.
Form taking shape,
Nose framed by long whiskers.

Stick figure limbs,
Slinky soft body.
Floppy and mushy,
Most fragile miracle.

Take after me,
Raised to be independent.
But able to connect,
Even beyond me.

Meaning given purpose,
Extinguishment exquisite.
So long as she lives,
I’ll live to care for her.