Staring down a empty page, I couldn’t help but
notice that I’ve spent all my life looking down.
I’ve forgotten what the sky looks like --
the buttons sewn into the fabric of the sky.
gratified, flying. I want to forget about the
scum of Earth, those that are wingless.
the people and the roly polies that we
used to hold in our tiny hands and keep in jars
as pets when we were kids.
I want to be able to see the world as a
butterfly, to have the magnitude of a blue
supergiant, to be able to glow in darkness.
When came the day when I looked down
and my hazel irises simply became too
heavy, and couldn’t lift themselves up again.
I am going to go up to everyone I see with scars
on their wrists, shake their hands, and congratulate
them on surviving the Hell they were put
through to give them the desire to hurt themselves.
We all need to look to the stars,
but more importantly believe in ourselves.
Stop waterfall wishing and praying and
make your dreams a reality stop
wishing on the stars like you’re expecting them
to change your life and just
marvel at the complexity of our lovely little
speck of a universe.
I have a pain in my neck for having my chin
pressed to my chest for so long.
I want the tears to come for flowers
Love, I want to hold like you’re my
film camera, or something truthful.
Tell David there’s nothing wrong about
him ever loving a boy one day because
love makes us real, it makes us whole and
reminds us just how lucky we are to live
Be happy you can feel something for
someone. Your mother once told you,
a soul mate isn’t the one who makes
you the happiest, but the one
that makes you feel the most.
The one who could bring you smiling
out into the light after crying in
the closet they locked you in.
I want to be lifted off the ground
to be liberated by the open air and sky.
I’m done smelling the flowers and
singing lullabies to the grass.
I’m done dreaming in the dirt.
Put me on the moon,
catapult me into the cosmos
Let me listen to the dancing deaf’s
hands, let the unwanted newborn
wrap her fingers around my thumb.
For there is nothing here for me on
this Earth. I don’t care to crawl. There
is a reason there are pilots, and
bungee jumpers —
humans desperate to leave the Earth
Desperate to just leave the