Sunday, September 10, 2017

Eternal things

I was made of eternal things
you found a way to kill it
Sometimes my body takes the shape
of that almost forgotten ache

I was this little girl
that much, rarely anything more
I was this little girl
you rarely thought of

I was made of eternal things
but now it's just a memory
Put on another one,
a memory of my dying body

I was this little girl,
that much, rarely anything more
I was this little girl
you rarely thought of

I was made of eternal things
but it was just one moment in time
I was singing so loud
so the Earth would hear me

I was made of eternal things
but now it's just a memory
The wind was playing a melody
on the bones of my body

I was this belittled girl
you told me I don't know that much
All I knew was my way out
you kept hanging around as long as your lie would last

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Skip one

Swallowing all the seas in search of solution. Breaking away a piece of my freedom to kindle that flame in my heart. And then I hide a bit of my suffering so I still have something for later.

Look at what I'm bringing. All the winters in my hands and they multiply one by one. While my heart, silently, like a prayer is burning all the forests down. You're putting a needle through my selective memory and shadows interchange.

See the innocence in my hair. You misplaced me and then I destroyed every trace of you. In my ever growing strength. But it's never that easy.

I filter the noise through my existence because I still miss you. Your voice and the things I've never told you. I arrange my proteins to decide if I'm coming back as a winner.

An echo of you is flowing through me. Be the summer that is flowing through me. Each of my breaths is colored by you. And then I skip one. 

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

You'd sleep with my rapist

You'd sleep with my rapist
Speak in a bubbly voice to make it nice
With the one who made me pop out babies
Every year in July

With the one who told me to shut up
When I wanted to speak out loud
With the one who made me pop out babies
Every year in July

You'd sleep with my rapist
Speak in a sparkling voice to make it nice
With the one who made me pop out babies
Every year in July

With the one who wouldn't stop
Despite all my cries
You'd sleep with my rapist
Just to tell me he's a good man 

You'd sleep with my rapist
Speak in my voice to make it nice
With the one who made me pop out babies
Every year in July

You'd sleep with my rapist
With the one you didn't stop
So he made me pop out babies
Every year in July

Friday, July 28, 2017

Old accord

We tell ourselves that it's getting better
That we're moving mountains
And that we're friends with the animals around us
But see, a branch just fell down

I've been practicing jumping out of the window since I was 8
I've been practicing collecting stones and drinking tea
I always go for the hardest route
They feel entitled to my sense of entitlement
To the cross eyed justice blowing my head off
But it wears off or washes the streets 

We're special now, rising independently
Praying that God would make something of us
An old accord puts me back in my place

Gay Silence

There are many genders. We're still learning about our biology and our nature.
The world is not flat.
Vaccines have not been proven to cause autism, but it's important to keep your mind open because we're still learning about our biology and our nature.
Christianity is not a religion of peace and I'm glad we parted ways when I was 13.
Women are still discriminated.
Some women are sexist towards other women, but sometimes you're just an awful human being.
People of other races are still discriminated.
Obviously, homosexual people are also discriminated.
Human rights cannot be taken for granted just yet.
We don't care about abuse as a society, it's a hot topic but most of you are living comfy lives while making things worse. You just want to be seen as peacemakers but you have no idea what it's like.
Many people feel good about themselves because their mom told them that they're smart but they're not, but their privilege makes them continue living in this delusion.
Many people have emotional problems and they project their issues onto people that are already mistreated.
Y'all should go vegan.
We're overpopulated.
We still need feminism.
And philosophy.
And science.
And we're still getting there so there's a lot of place of for discussion.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Essay on peace

I'm tired but you come here to make me tell a joke
Cut my brain and sit on my corpse

I'm tired but you come here to make me crazy
One not functioning nerve is turning cold
I'm tired and you're glad

I'm tired but you come here to make me tell you a joke
Cut my brain and sit my corpse at the table
I'm tired but you're still counting on that one not functioning nerve
To strip me down
And send me one of your clouds
I'm tired and I already let go of you 
Wrote an essay on peace
And won a second place

I'm tired and easy to see through
You like my liver 
I'm writing an essay on peace

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Vending Machine

I'd have come to you 
I found a flower on the road and gave petals to the people who raised a conversation in my knuckles
I'd have come to you
Tips were yellow, every roof was breaking down
I'd have come to you
But they grabbed my fingers and stood under each one. One noise then another.
I'd come to you
But I took two sticks and crawled under the grass
I'd put the entire weight of my body right next to you
But the deserts divided then multipled, running still.

I'll send you back to her, I'll send you backwards as she's undressing sunsets, standing in the ground, sucking the air dry.

I loved you the way you love a tree, a bench or a stranger passing by.

There's a vending machine in the hallway where you can insert your coins, where you can give or take.
There's a vending machine in the hallway and there's water on the floor.