Category: metaphors

Plump Indescretion

A hand weighted my lifeline ,
Allowing the juicy meat of my heart
To barely fly mere centimeters
Into the air.
Upon my heart,
A hand softly squeezed around the pulp skin.
Traces of blood ran down his wrist
Soiling the folds of his shirt cuffs.
Upon my heart,
He looked down the hump of his nose,
And sneered how “I feel too much.”

***To be revised and expanded later


Tangible invisibility

To understand desire,
I peeled the fibers out of flower petals
And pressed them to my mouth.
One by one,
I rubbed their scent on my skin.
Yellow pollen,
I was decorated in –
Began to attract the bumblebees.
I feared the job they must do –
Extract from me what I have taken.
Patches of sun formed lopsided shapes on the grass,
With the sun lowly present,
The shade covered most in its path.
Like a tattoo gun,
Bees vibrated against my skin,
The hairs on my arms pulsed to their rhythm.
I closed my eyes and kept my mouth shut,
This is how I want to vanish.
This is how I want to overcome what scares me the most,

Call me classy, the classism

For the royalty is like this,
Some used their words like their fists.
Playing advocate,
That our freedom was illiterate,
As if we…
Don’t tell stories when we do.
And when we do,
Our debts taunt us with what is due.
I sit down on the plush throws,
Hoping I too will grow,
Learning that our lives had meaning,
Perhaps a little seasoning,
To the big pot,
Where the emotionally hungry fought.
This heart of mine is tender,
Eyeing big spenders,
With their jewels and dice,
Forging our lives to make nice.
I come out to seek pride,
Only to be shown where to hide,
To make it to paradise.
For the royalty is like this,
Some packed a punch and called it a kiss.

Kiss the back of your hands

Wading through the stalks of grass,
I arrived to the place,
Where I swore to never return.
Meeting you where the horizon blurs,
The sun and I,
Would sit for hours,
Eating oranges, grapes and pomegranates,
Waiting for our time to come.
Let us hash out,
Why one decided to live without the other,
Let me give you the fruit I’ve picked.
Come and sit,
Choosing your delicacies,
Ones we’ve waited a long time to eat.
The sun and I,
Sat until royal blue, satin curtains
Brushed across the sky.
My past self,
I am learning what it means to love now.


With my dreams plentiful,
Like sparkling jewels,
I call you out of the darkness.
With silence slicing through air,
Over and over again,
With our dull knives,
I come to taunt fate,
For it is you that must return.
Fly home,
Flapping your wings wildly,
Beat the sky at its own game,
Keeping the light where it shines now.
Come out of the darkness,
Flailing like a feather,
Riding each curvature of the wind.
If time should shake us repeatedly
Saying the choice is not ours,
I want to train the arches of my feet
To stay firm for years and years,
Until we stop running.
Claim it,
This flickering flame causing shadows to rise,
Taking with it,
For darkness to follow us,
On foot,
In pursuit.

I cannot let go.
Come out of the darkness,
Before our dreams wisp into smoke.

The way I walk through adulthood is AWKWARD

*disclaimer this concerns Community College not a traditional University

Going to college online is like…

Trying to arrange all your words correctly and coherently. Each comma, period, dash mark, and for crying out loud parentheses with a satirical reference is often mistaken for uptight or sarcastic. While, the road to earning your degree can quickly flash between  adventurous sentimental, and then panic-stricken I wouldn’t be able to quite put my finger on what else to do. If doing the right thing means hammering away at; second-guessing oneself and then being certain than this is college.

College, the real deal,  states that there are many options out there when all I wanted to do was pick one. Maybe if I am lucky I can group similar ones in Venn Diagrams in clusters of five, while still counting on my fingers how many hours I have left to finish the essay in.

I once visited one of my former high school teachers and she had my friend and I answer questions for the sophomores what college was really like. Immediately, my focus shifted to scared adult trying to dabble up the last bits of childhood like crumbs off my face, to strictly authoritative. Oh, we went on and on about the seriousness of paying attention in class and grammar. Then out of the blue, we let out exchanging looks openly that we’re not fooling anyone, we joked that our professors were laxer via email and the setting will not be a Beyond Scared Straight episode. Community college makes you plan and then try to make other plans concerning those plans. At night (for me anyway) it makes you feel as though, you’re not at a real college.

*When I was in 2nd grade I told my mother outright that I wanted to go to a”real school” to experience it rather than homeschooling. Off I was with the many other kids at a school where I stared at everyone because I had never seen this many kids at once, all different kinds in one room at the same time. 

However, there are other days were I feel lucky, blessed and honored that I’m even here, once paying it as I go in between working a steady job and then next out of my tax refund…but the point is perhaps this windy road to adulthood is at times stagnant, so is life. Each day is slightly different maybe a foot shuffle, a backward glance mouthing am I doing this right? or that to go anywhere you’ll have to be awkward first.