Must Be Lonely

I don't know exactly when we met but
I knew you before
Sort of
We had seen each other around
We had had conversations
We made each other laugh every time
But one day I walked into a room
And there you were
And I felt like I didn't know you
But you were the only one I knew
So I sat my things next to yours
You didn't know what to say
So you just said "hey"
We talked about our classes
We talked about sport
We didn't know we'd see each other
Everyday for almost three years
I knew we'd grow closer
To where every time a  story began
You'd say " I know,I was there."
But when I walked into that class that morning
I was halfway awake
I was feeling lonely
And then I saw you
I didn't know it
But I'd be awake three years later
Thinking about you
Feeling lonely
At Three AM

But What is a Feminist Really?

There are times when I get fed up
With red and blue
Left and right
With picking a side
And being cast aside.
Sometimes I think my cries will never be heard.
My punches will never be felt.
There are times when I just love everything.
I am the ultimate humanist, almost to a fault.
I love humanity and therefore
I am in love with equality.
I do not see myself above anyone
But I am definitely not below anyone.
I am in love with my body.
My womb will never be a weakness
It's the thing that makes me strong.
If you don't have one that's fine.
Because you are still you
And that's all I'd ever want you to be.
Despite what I said I will admit that I am a Libertarian
But you are free to think for yourself.
Because the truth is, these things don't define us entirely
And being this thing doesn't mean you can't be that thing.
There is no one right way to live life.
But if I have a say in anything
I would say to live it to the fullest
Live life without absolutes
No matter who you are.
Black, white, man, woman
Just live and love and never hurt
Unless you had no choice.
I am in love with the spirit of humanity.
Despite the wrongs and faults
I can acknowledge positivity in imperfection.
It's a positivity I have to share with everyone.
Come out come out wherever you are!
Come out come out whoever you are!
I am a fighter for freedom and equality
I have strengths and weakness
Just like you
I am a Feminist
What are you?

Things Unsaid

You've always had such perfect hair,
I've always been a little jealous of it.
You have my absolute favorite voice on the planet.
Sometimes I think I've lost myself in the marvels you your existence.
My two favorite things to listen to are your tangents and your laughter.
I have terrific trouble controlling myself around you.
I don't bother holding back on my riots of giggles,
But the hardest thing to do is be so close to you
And not reach out and grab you.
You're so unconventionally adorable
To your very deepest core
And there's no way I could ever have enough of it.
When I'm around you I forget about everything else going on in my life.
I wish that feeling could last forever.
I don't that to say I no longer love you,
I mean that I wish our time together was endless.
I wish I never had to leave.
I wish I could still spend every morning with you
Laughing and ranting and being so in love.
I wish I knew everything everyone said was true.
I wish that every car that pulls up in my driveway was you.
I wish I had enough courage to tell you these things when I was there.
I wish that I wasn't this scared of losing you.
Until an act of G'd brings us back together,
These will just have to be things unsaid.

What I Think of When I see Ashes

Home.
It's a strange word.
Some think it's a place, but not me.
If home is a place, call me homeless.
No, home is your hair.
These deep brown pieces of perfection.
These stories waiting to be told.
The bad ones can be cut so that better ones grow.
To me home is your skin.
Home is a quilt of scars and freckles 
Stitched with patterns of grace and glory.
Home.
My home has an accent that melts your heart.
It is the only place that makes me feel whole.
When I leave home
I pray that it's there when I return
But my home is as free as the wind.
That's what I love about home.
Sometimes when I cannot see my home
I feel like something is just missing.
Then I remember what they say
And how true it really is,
"Home is where the heart is."

What it Means to Be Me. Free.

I am a child of the water.
Of violent waves that swallow the masses
Blue, purple, black, green, brown
That's me. I am imperfectly beautiful
Because my mother is the sea
And my father is Lake Pontchartrain.
Feel me when the sky rains and wind destroys
Men think they can control me
Predict be. Own me.
But I cannot be tamed because
I am their destruction.
Feel me as the flow cleanses your soul
You think you can taint me
Waste me. Dry me.
But I will not be trashed because
I am your salvation.
I am something terrible because
I am something wonderful.
I am something tragic because
I am something everybody needs
But not everybody has.
Teasing the desert air.
Bragging at dry the island sand.
You can think you have me
But you cannot always use me.
Swimming further and further
I am there when you lose hope.
I am the sight of fulfillment.
There is a need for balance
Because I am a great thing to have
But the smallest molecule
Can ruin me for everyone.
Take it or leave it.
I am a child of the water.
They tried to name me time and time again.
Hurricane Frances was the only one that fit.
Because I am freedom.

Revamp

I decided to just post poetry and short stories and all that hipster kind of stuff since I fail at blogging.

Enjoy. Or don't.

If you think it's about you, it might be. If you love it, share it. If I say your name, now you know.

I'll try not to hold back.

Most will be oldies that I never shared, but some will be newbies.

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