I am made of short sunflowers,
and rejected gems.
I am made of courts with secret power,
and neglected mayhem.
I am gods on white clouds drunk on ambrosia,
and enchanted dying stars seen from deserted areas.
I am saltwater filled with honey,
I am moonlight hitting spiders on leaves.
I am from tropical blue skies,
and from putting pins on maps.
I am from children seizing knowledge,
and from rags to riches.
I am raised to gray clouds,
and screaming inside a locked room.
I am raised to silence outside the dollhouse,
and dehumanizing love.
I am holding the universe in my eyes,
and bursting love and passion.
I am a black hole ravishing
I am a black hole ravishing for attention
I am a black hole ravishing for attention for life
I am a black hole ravishing for attention for life for help.
I am chasing city lights,
and dusty book piles.
I am tired eyes paired with nerdy smiles,
and forgotten stories which ignites.
I am thunderstorms roaring inside,
I am lightning screaming it’s lungs.
I am bitterness, destruction, caged.
I am stampedes of horses and anger
I am stampedes of horses and anger bursting
I am stampedes of horses and anger bursting howling
I am stampedes of horses and anger bursting howling haunting.
I am stained tears and dull swords,
I am dusty dresses and ragged armor.
I am the lion’s roar and nature’s healing,
I am daydreams and ambition.
I am crying over a stranger’s dog,
but dry eyes at my grandfather’s funeral.
I am struggling for the right words,
but I am the words that choke you with regret.
I am half-written novels and staring at fireflies.
I am napping in hammocks and stacks of polaroids.
I am unforgettable love and quiet obstinance.
and I think I can finally say
I am alive.