room

it is as if everyone is in a room,

but we are not really together.

for they stay on their side

and we stay on ours.

 

is it because of gender?

because there are wage gaps

and the idea that women

are less than men.

 

or is it because of politics?

because there are liberals and conservatives,

each person secretly thinking their methods

are better than those of the person next to them.

 

or is it because of race?

because a person cannot change

the colour of skin that they are born with,

yet a select few are constantly targeted because they are darker than others.

 

or is it because of religion?

because it is assumed that some are automatically terrorists

or that some have the

“holier than thou” mindset.

 

or is it because of sexual orientation?

because some are not allowed to love

the people that they love,

and then they are shunned because of it.

 

togetherness is hard to come by

when we so readily divide ourselves.

in this room, they will stay on their side

and we will stay on ours.

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forever

and we swore

with a pinky promise

that we’d be

best friends

forever.

then came

a move across town;

that’s how long

forever lasted.

 

and we swore

with tears and a hug and a grin

that we’d be

best friends

forever.

then came

a switch of schools;

that’s how long

forever lasted.

 

and we swore

with purest intentions

that we’d be

best friends

forever.

then came

that one boy;

that’s how long

forever lasted.

curve

what a

tragedy,

that you’ve made them

think it’s okay

that they notice

the curves

of her body

before they notice

the curve

of her smile.

senses

i dance with the dead;
they sing their songs in my head.
and i have keys to places
you’ll only see in your dreams.

they stare me down and
i turn my eyes to you.
but you look away
and dont give me a second glance.

their whispers fill the room
and the fake laughter echoes in my ear.
i wait to hear anything from you,
but not even a breath escapes in my direction.

i can taste their lies –
they are bitter in my mouth.
your words would be sweet;
won’t you fill me up with them?

they can smell my fear
from a mile away.
all you would smell is my lilac perfume.
if only you would draw me close again.

they brush their shoulders against me
as if they dont even know im there.
but one touch from you
brings me to my senses.

we could dance with the dead,
and their songs could replay in our heads.
couldnt we share keys to our most secret places,
and it all be more than a dream?