TheLakes17
I want auroras and sad prose. Here exploring my own folklore
TheLakes17
I want auroras and sad prose. Here exploring my own folklore
I want auroras and sad prose. Here exploring my own folklore
I want auroras and sad prose. Here exploring my own folklore
Oh what peace this day should bring
In a solar orbit’s sling
Because sound doesn’t know yet how to yell
In the cosmic great nothing
But when it’s quiet enough to hear my thoughts
The inner supernovas spark
The BOOM of chaotic swirling stars
Cloud the relief of the quiet dark
Jupiter’s stormy eye entraps me
Swirling unable to unwind
Why does the mass of a trillion galaxies
Have weaker pull than m...
I can’t help but love
And look for things to love in the souls of others.
Love is the entire sky.
But to find another woman to love, I can’t just go to any bar
And wait to get hit on.
I have to sense the queer parts in the crevices of others,
And hope they’ll unlock them for me.
As a result, I’ve seen some shooting stars.
I excite them for a while.
But in the end,
I am always flowers wi...
I get angry at my mom
Because she’s the one place
Where it’s safe to be.
Where when I’m shattered glass,
I can be sharp and vicious
Instead of a kind mirror.
I hate to see her bleed.
But I’m sick of sanding down my edges.
Glass is meant to be pointy.
I’m sorry mom.
I bite the hand that feeds me,
Because I know you will always love me....
It’s 40 degrees at dusk
I’m numb
And I have no plans after work
As usual
So I text her
And she picks me up from my studio apartment
But before we drive back to her empty condo
We drive around the city
Catching up about our annoying days at work
Ranting about our superiors we are desperate to please
How the men in her dms are slimy and continue to disappoint
How I have the opposite strug...
My puppeteer birthed me and
Pulls my strings because she loves me.
I’m her life, I’m her passion, and her purpose don’t you see?
So it’s only out of the deepest love that she has these plans for me.
When my puppeteer got pregnant at last she didn’t feel alone.
I’d be her mini-me to lean on.
At last a person she could own.
So she pulls my tired strings.
I try to keep her calm and proud.
...
Hummmmmmmmmm
A hummingbird appeared
in the courtyard, when my
aunt Keri was about to die.
It landed on each of us and
Then flew inside.
Hummmmmmmmmmm
Keri was pure and kind.
She loved grapefruits.
She loved how sweet they were.
How ironic.
Hummmmmmmmmmm
They don’t tell you how when
You have a close extended
Family you feel the weight
Of a loss in ripples.
Their grief pulses and collid...
What if this is it?
There’s no further I can go?
To figure out what’s wrong with me
Because there’s nothing left to know?
I collected all the pebbles
All the pieces of my past
So why am I not fixed?
Why can’t I solve myself at last?
The diamonds I uncovered
Gave me the clarity I lacked
So the time to dig is over
And yet I can’t bring myself to act
So I sink deeper and deeper
...
It’s the last time
the sun will find a crevice between skyscrapers,
to warm up my window and
bathe the room in sparkles,
comforting me and
stroking the leaves
of my spoiled fiddle leaf fig.
It’s the last time
I’ll step onto my balcony,
into the fresh air after a long day indoors,
to absorb the energy of
eager drivers and leisurely diners,
as dusk turns to night.
It’s the last time
I’ll ...
When I first felt it,
My rainbow felt like rain.
A torrential downpour.
A Kinsey 5 hurricane.
It was beauty and it was pain.
A loss and a gain.
When this technicolor
lightning
strike
Short-circuited my brain.
So I buzzed and buzzed,
Tried to think my way out
Of the truth of me,
I was lying about.
_Out of everyone, why me? _
_After all this time, why now?_
_Is this a truth...
Is she out there?
My shooting star? The one who will paint my nights pink and gold and teal,
and every shade of blue?
Is she out there?
My other half, the one who gets me, and who I can't help but tell all my secrets to.
Is she out there?
My best friend, who'll endure the worst of me,
and sing along,
while I play bad guitar?
Is she out there?
My perfect compliment, who’ll open new dime...