Lilacs

I love the lilacs

I wonder why I love them

Ancient reverie 

Consent

My first word was No
And ever since they have been
Trying to undo

Bake Your Own Cake

I've never been cake
Though people have told me that
Cake is their favorite.

My ingredients
Are as follows: rotten soils,
Bitter herbs and salt

Bursting

I feel like I am
Unable to contain all
the art inside me.

On Being Out

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

Am I trans

If you are asking
I will just tell you right now
The answer is yes.

Molasses

Life is so fleeting,

Yet everything seems to weigh

Very heavily. 

Emergence

A dream is an egg
Incubating emotions
Before consciousness

Kintsugi

There's a beauty in it

In being a survivor

I'm invincible

Kintsugi is the Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum (Wikipedia).

It Shows

Wordless histories
There are novels in my scars
Origin stories

Set

Ellipsoidal seeds
Each adorned with its own awn
Wheat's small pulchritude

Water Prayer

Feet above my head
The waves toss me like seaweed
Take me out to sea

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.

Tense Haiku

History, my past,
haunts me like a poltergeist,
dead, unkillable.

Top 5 Poems

I reached 3,000 views yesterday.  I want to thank everyone for supporting me and reading this blog.  Some of you I know, but most of you I don't.  Thank you so much for visiting.

Here is the top 5 most visited poems on this blog as of yet.

Interred Haiku
Firestorm
Authoritarianism
The Karve
When She Comes

Sleepy Haiku

Tonight, the steady

hum of frogs and crickets lulls

me gently to sleep.

Interred Haiku

The kind of sadness

that sinks deep into the eyes

and never wells up.  

Also, I'm dreaming of driving a lot at night again.  Always stopping along the way and meeting people (or running away from them).  But instead of driving on complex highways with merges and junctions and innumerable lanes...I drive on 2 lane highways over rolling hills with crops growing on either side.

I'm getting close to my destination.  

Oracle's Haiku

The crazy woman
Laughs in the face of danger.
I admire her.

Language Haiku

Foreign languages
Offer the most delightful
Escape from my life.

Coming Out Haiku

Something to tide my ravenous fans over (oh how I WISH I had ravenous fans).

"I think I am gay."
Dad says, "I think it's a phase."
What do I do now?