I dream with you always.

You’re the only one I can see.

My senses aren’t mine

With you I get to be free

Always, ‘till the end of time...

I look at down my skin,

The colors and tones my mother gave me.

But I see the red under my skin

And the hate it causes.

When I say it, they laugh,

Even though it’s who I am.

My identify—

My code and binary

But it will forever be binary

Just one or the other.

I’m white or black.

Not mixed, like my mother....

11/15/24

Today I found a little coffee shop on the corner. When I walked in, I couldn’t help but delight in the delicious smell of the pumpkin bread and the heater sending out warm air. Music was gently playing.

A sign above the checkout was decorated for Christmas. Mosaics of red and green sprawled it. The word ‘Christmas’ went across it, written in calligraphy.

There was a seat tucked away in...

I am

Nothing.

I feel

Nothing.

I do

Nothing.

My emotions fade quickly

At the same speed they came

I’m boring and monotonous

I don’t have wealth or fame.

I handle

Nothing....

Notice how when I’m trying,

No one cares.

But yet when you do it,

You’re the center of attention.

_Take That._

The twists and turns you make my stomach feel,

Make me want to die

But yet when it’s you complaining,

Everyone comforts you.

_Take that._

The way I look at you, I try to show you,

The damage you do me

But yet when I look at you,

You’re concerned

_Take that._

1 and 2 and 3 leave for ...

The way that the ice feels

When you pour it over my head

Makes me feel like I’m new

And refreshed.

I hate the way the fridge makes sounds

That disrupt my sleep.

And I hate the way the ice hits my tooth

And sends shivers down my spine.

The way the ice feels

After minutes in my hand.

The way it makes me go numb

And I feel nothing

And void and gone yet fine.

I hate it when the ice is out.

I love...

I chase after people

Who don't really care about me.

And I chase after people.

Who could care less about me.

So why am I choosing the people that I

DEBATE?

And why am I just a fish's

BAIT?

The people I chase,

They're translucent.

Seeable, but not really.

Kind, but not dearly.

But they change me,

And morph me,

Until I'm just like them.

(this goes out to S)...

I sit atop my throne

But yet I can’t help but cry.

For all my loves and all my items

Have died.

With my things have come suffering

And my idols have brought nothing.

The side of me I wished would set sail

Has prevailed....

The shadow of the moon…

It casts.

And the effect it has on me

It lasts.

And I stare into it,

I could stare all day.

And what I see,

Can’t help but stay away

She walks towards me,

Full of grace.

And when I see her,

I know she’s not face.

Hail Mary

I saw her.

Face to face....