Category Archives: #peotry

YOUR LOVE MADE OUR WORLD

i heard your sorrows
and heard your heart break
when you Spoke to Me
When you became yourself
i heard your voice
with the words you speak
as you hide your face
and try to hide your fears
i feel your breath when your
thoughts make you cry again
and i drank your tears
— and it all began with you.
I began to bleed
the day you came to me;
so it all began with you
the day you made me feel again.
WITH you, when you breathed my name
and reached out your hand i was
with you and we walked into eternal
thoughts to be One.

We became One to eat all these horrors
and eat Light and Darkness
And your light fell into a bed of flowers
and my Soul wept upon your petals
to grow again.

:: 11.21.2020 ::


Sex, Math And Fortnite

I went on a date last night. Before I tell you about that date, I want to tell you a story.

When I was a student at Northwestern University in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, I attended a fraternity party. One of the girls at the party was a freshman who had joined a sorority that week. She introduced herself and, over the course of the night, I learned that she was writing her thesis on evolutionary theory. When I asked her what she wanted to study, she said she was not sure. A while later, she said she was studying the evolution of sexual attractiveness. We got to talking about why some people look more attractive than others. To quote The Bachelor’s Bekah M., she said: “If it’s so easy to be attractive, then why is it that I’m not hot like all the other girls?”

I looked her dead in the eyes and, for the first time in my life, I said: “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?”

I have been seeing lots of college freshmen recently. Most of them have never seen themselves with a critical eye and they have never had a discussion about why some people look better than others. They think they have it all figured out, that they already know why they are attractive. However, in the span of a few weeks, most of them have learned that the mirror is a tricky place. People aren’t necessarily as beautiful as they believe. When a person stops being concerned with how they look, the only thing left to do is try to look better.

Don’t get me wrong, I have never told people that they are ugly. I haven’t been sure that this is a right thing to do. In the era of social media, it feels like all of us are constantly subjected to extreme angles of hair and butt, so I imagine most people take the advice of every Instagram photo as truth. At the same time, however, everyone I know who is single is obsessed with their looks. No one wants to hear that there is no such thing as “the perfect amount of muscle” or that a few extra pounds can even be a positive thing. I have yet to see someone not feel comfortable with their body after being told that it’s not a flaw. Most people know that their body is something that can work for them, something that they can get healthier and more in shape with time.

I’ve only ever heard this advice from the men in my life. My mom, for example, is forever yelling at me to “just stop eating so much candy.” I’m a hopeless romantic and I find myself sending love poems to people on Facebook. I can think of many girls who want to be ugly. In fact, in her latest book, Rainbow Rowell says, “Girls are all the time trying to be pretty, or to be liked, or to look right, or to prove something about their culture. We all are searching, in the way we are all inherently beautiful.”

But “beauty,” according to Rowell, “is about what lies between.” The saying has long been a popular one at Northwestern University. “If you’re beautiful on the inside,” someone would say to me in high school, “you’ll be beautiful on the outside.” And most of the time, this proved to be true. But I have also seen too many of my female classmates on those “best of looks” lists. To many of the people who tell us how beautiful we are, we are either “model-thin” or “in the mold.”

Sex, Math and Fortnite (port 03)

Our culture obsesses over finding the unattainable. Beauty feels like a competition. It’s as if we are being asked to justify why we are beautiful, like we are up for a popularity contest. People are constantly comparing us to other people we find unattainable. On the other hand, I’ve always felt that the standards placed on us are unfair. Girls are continuously told that they should be “a size two.” It isn’t right to judge a person based on their body. I believe that beauty should not be judged based on one’s self-image, but on who that person is on the inside.

Some people have it worse than others. Some of us have suffered from eating disorders. It is a misconception that you cannot become healthy and be thin and still be beautiful. I know I am still physically attractive, but I no longer try to be beautiful on the outside. I make it a point to not walk around wearing a red wig. It makes no sense that our culture is not OK with us being happy with who we are.

The AI thinks this is a good place to end the text.

:: 09.28.2020 ::


THE BODY OF MY INFINITE LOVE

WHERE love stood i was hiding
(beneath the briar within
the wilderness)
And my heart was that cloud
safely looking toward the
soft soil of our commitment.

I was the body: hid beneath
a tunnel and the light of love
flew — fled from me, and this
night has never seen sun nor
skin or lips kissing as ours
did that time I died.

This body of my woman; the
essence of romantic poetry and
your voice higher beauty
than angelic voice!
This written in deepest despair;
my thirst, my untethered desire,
my heavy load in this life!
My eternal ache,and I hear the
river of life — where this
infinite thirst does flow!

:: 11-18-2017 ::


WITHIN MY HEAD

WITHIN MY head
all alone
within my heart
i bleed.

Then again,
we dream to
live and die
all over again.

IN all the world
and universe
we scream again
singing screaming

IN all my life
i never knew a
voice like ours
you hold my cold hand

and so we go so far
so far away
so far so far away
it leaves the living
cold and somewhat dead.

and the weak and begging
ask for a handout
and say it’s been so far
and long since I’ve know
kind love.

:: 11-03-2017 ::


WHEN YOU SAY VAGINA YOU MEAN, ‘VULVA’

THE little tree is life
the mouths of first born
man and woman say:

“I don’t care — I(can’t
)won’t so go away go away
–> so i am he has you
are we and we are together:
see how they run from spirit
–>so we die.
Sitting upon a
rock with burning sun in a
smiling walrus face and so
pretty are the Souls ; crying.

Pulled up to a TigerMart
searching cigarettes and
black tongue tar pit lips:
Left my .357 inside my Mind
and asked for Silver label.

Don’t walk upon my Soul bitch
so self-assured: i am one
man who has gone his own way
IF a lifetime is lonely but
without freeze-brain stupid
flesh knees: “yes, yes, yes,
oooooh yes” I wasn’t once
convinced: the vagina must
be slain. Must be bled
once and for all.

:: 11-04-2017 ::


YOUTHFUL larger MATURE giants

And the fields of color           bending down to smile
bowing through and through
when you –> passing by ||    the sun feels you
~~~~~ turning the screw
  || all of you ||
And the shadows of mind      all the way near
the river of lost souls    s c r e a m     “OH YOU!”
We are the living souls  of lost paradise .
Youthful larger !
 \/\/\/   mature GIANTS   \/\/\/
sO oh hell yeah : it’s     way down humble’a
nimblest future dream  when we begin to grow
so way down into night   we feel how life says
“Stand up! Be counted!”
Whatever you need is all within that heart that beats:
Youthful larger mature giants
   so beyond the grasp of        mental midget minds
   A SALUTE TO YOU!
:: 06-30-2015 ::