Brave Self-PortraitI'm five-foot-four,Brave Self-Portrait by hopeburnsblue
A hundred and twelve.
I'd finally broken a hundred and twenty,
But an accident
Landed me in a wheelchair for a few months.
I don't actually mind my weight,
But my family is afraid
That's no concern now,
Though it was, admittedly, years ago.
My hair falls
Just past my bra strap,
Though I'll cut and donate it soon.
But I have so much that it seems thick.
It's a shade of strawberry blonde
That others covet and try to bottle,
But when people call it blonde or orange,
I can't help feeling annoyed.
I miss when it was darker,
Like a penny,
But if I turn my head to the side
And peer into my reflection
Through my dwindling periphery,
I might catch a glimpse of it
Under the fluorescent bathroom lights.
My hair is my favorite thing about my appearance.
I have hazel-brown eyes that, I'm told,
Are large, somewhat slanted, expressive,
With heavy lids and long lashes,
And dance in search of light.
I wish I knew
What people mean
When they say
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every cliché like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic b
God Told me a Secret (Gay Rights Poem)God told me a secret last night before bed,
Hexakosioi Deka HexHexakosioi Deka Hex
Entrance To The Dark Forest
Fate and circumstanceWe can never fully know can we?
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.
ApparitionsI was nervous when I arrived. Had my information been right? Was she used to trans patients? Would she be supportive and helpful or weirded out? Would this be a waste of time or the freeing experience I hoped it would be?
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heart
Oaki knew a girl once,
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
follow, followerfollowing your footsteps
anxious and bright
kiss you in the darkness
love you in the light.
Move only when you see an advantage and there is something to gain. Only fight if a position is critical. - Sun Tzu -</b>
Dare to Be!!!
"... no one ever got into trouble for not talking too much." - Perry Mason, "The Case of the Howling Dog"
Wink Wink Nudge Nudge
On the inside, I'm quite old.
My passion is getting the most out of every minute.