Arroyo

Your love is a dry arroyo that for years sustained me 

And quenched my parched heart with your flashflood adoration

But now crumbles under the footsteps of my words

Greedy for traces of you.

On Being Out

Coming out is like
Taking a deep breath after
an exhausting run.

On Coming Out

So that I may start another year as myself

Witch

I can feel my powers reawakening.

Orator

Maybe if I shout it from the mountains
and everyone hears it all at once,
then I can stop telling my story.

Olive

Everything about love has already been said,
But I'd say it all again.

Letters to an Ex-Lover Anthology: Aplomb

I know happiness at last.
I saw misery and left it in the past.
I persevered and found mental health,
Because no one can save you from yourself.





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Everyday I doubt myself less and love myself more.

Alice's Haikus

If you had asked me
ten years ago whether I
would be here today,

I would act aloof
and maybe indignant too,
and I'd say, "Never there;"

And yet here I stand,
tending a secret garden,
chasing Caroll's dreams.

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Sorry it's been such slow output.  I went from putting 125% of my energy into school straight into the garden.  It just happens to be 1:23 and I'm buzzed and listening to Kanye West.  So, you can imagine the state I'm in.  But in any case, what I wanted to say in this note is that I'm watching my poetry/style/subject material transform (albeit slowly, but transformation non-the-less).  It's scary and thrilling and mundane all at the same time.
Maybe I'll consider going to sleep now...who knows?  I certainly don't.

The Nature Of These Things

This is for all the pretty girls I never forgot.
The ones I star in the dreams I concoct.
This is for all my firsts who brought me to constellations
The ones who crumbled my very foundations.
For all those times I cried and pined,
Unable to have what I had found divine.
I write this for my future conquests and endeavors,
The time we will have together, that I will inevitably sever.

It Doesn't Matter That You're Gay

One day, you will die and nothing will ever matter
Not your differences, 
Not your preferences, 
Not your happiness. 
Forget your allies and your enemies. 
Forget your rainbow suspenders, your glitter eyeliner, your chest binder. 
You are not your gender
Not your sexuality
Not your sins
Not your injustices. 
You are not your label. 
You are not your experiences. 
One day, nothing will ever matter.



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Inspired by my brother's poem penned on the inside his medicine cabinet in orange magic marker, apparently inspired by Fight Club.  
NOTE: after some reader's responses, I want to add that, to me, this poem is comforting rather than angsty.  The idea that it wont matter anymore one day, none of it, is so unbelievably peaceful to me.  I hope you find the same comfort one day.  Embrace Inevitability but never rush her.