“The Water Cycle” (December 5, 2018)
A cloud in my brain looms,
Resting upon my eyes,
Abstracted from old flumes,
Fallen from heavy skies.
To cry is a damn mess:
Drizzle within instead.
The heart will absorb stress,
Less for the weary head.
“In Your Eyes” (November 7, 2018)
In your eyes I see heaven and hell,
Those portals to sea and sand,
For your irises curve like a shell
To hermit crabs bare on land.
But the sun, it evaporates life;
Its rays are a blazing knife,
Yet extreme hot and cold feel the same
On skin not yet touched by flame.
“Stained Glass” (March 27, 2018)
He walks through the halls with you,
Hangs out at the mall with you,
But he’s bangin’ ‘gainst the walls; it’s true,
On those stained glass closet doors.
Days blur by
While minutes stand still.
Maybe because of the things that he hides,
And he’s losing his will,
And all that he can do is sit and stare at the sky,
About to cry,
Intending to die,
But then he sees that guy,
And his heart a-flutters,
But the others
Say that it’s the love of another type.
So what, he’s not a flippin’ cookie cutter, right?
But he gotta keep his secret tight
Lest his classmates come and ask him who he likes out of spite.
He gets it;
You don’t gotta make a show.
He’s different and can’t fix it;
He was born that way,
But for today,
Maybe no one has to know.
He just wants to be him,
But when you come out to your friends,
You become a flippin’ synonym
So he puts that fact on a shelf,
In his piggy bank of secrets;
Time to make a new deposit,
Which isn’t too far of a walk because he’s already in the closet.
Someday he’ll lift up a hammer and SMASH.
The piggy bank explodes, but not with CASH.
How’s THAT for fitting in?
But now he’s splintering,
And the closet doors are open,
For the stained glass cracks,
And he’s hoping it’ll heal.
How’s it feel?
He don’t know, he’s still reeling
From the stress and the mess,
Probably some lack of rest
From the ordeal,
His biggest secret revealed.
Or at least it will be,
Someday, I’ll finally find the bravery.
Someday, he won’t keep himself in slavery
Where lies are chores,
And those lies lie behind stained glass closet doors.
I hope that someday,
He’ll find a way
To come out and say
That he is…