It started raining

Have you ever heard rain arrive? 

It sounds like waves crashing against the shore, slower, w more anticipation, in a way that creates fear. 

Have you ever felt rain arrive? 

It drizzles sporadically, in desperation to touch everything at least once, and then all at once, it touches everything, pressing hard against every surface, like hungry kisses. 

Have you ever seen rain arrive? 

Maybe from inside looking outside a window, the droplets fall from parts of the sky we can't really see, and so we watch safely under cover, because rain is mostly beautiful as a concept for poetry. 

Coconut Coffee Creamer

I can feel the power of the caffeine 

I just sipped 

I feel this coffee pumping my heart

Through the quietest hours of the night 

I am alone 

But I am not lonely 

The tunes in my ears, 

The only ones I can hear, 

Play the memories of those in love

And maybe I too am now... 

Fuck me full 

I don't wanna be empty 

Up until now 

Fuck me senseless 

I don't wanna be right 

Up until now 

Fuck me, up 

Up until now 

I'm so exhausted all the time 

I'm angry when I haven't slept well 

and I haven't slept well since I hit puberty 

Do you think that lack of rest is partly to blame, 

like my choices and environments are, 

for my anger? 

The way that I misinterpret my dad's anger is the way I get misinterpreted all the time. 

Unlike my mother, I have a heavy step, a heavy hand, a heavy voice; whenever I speak, I wince at the sound of my words 

Very often I am not proud of my words, 

the actions I take 

How can I be this proud and equally this disappointed in myself? 

Which further makes me question whether or not I've truly grown at all 

Sometimes trees fall 

Trees get cut down

Forests burn

Forests burn and no one cares until they smell danger, until they see the flames coming for them 

Nobody cares about the home these trees provide 

Provide for me what I need 

I am the fire. I am the tree. 

I Miss You

To earn your soul, I must bare my bones 

And to earn your heart, I must let lust go 

I must let you know 

That I have a soul too, 

A piece of me that I want to give you 

Help me see if this could be 

Something worth wasting youth 

I need you now and always later 

I won't leave you without truth 

October

October nights are weary 

   weary like a mother on her death bed 

October nights are cool 

   cool like the chills down your spine, 

     Death tickling your back 

October nights fill with whilrlwinds of

   orange leaves that never stand a 

   chance against the threats of winter 

October nights are bitter but better spent 

   alone because they are so filling

You listen to the trees rustle, 

   listen to them surrender to the change 

   they cannot resist 

And it is beautiful, 

They are beautiful 

There's this fire that burns inside of me

   and it burns brighter than the sun. 

Sometimes I get so close to it, 

   it's too late to try to run. 

There's this river running through my 

   veins. 

The roaring waters leave me sane. 

      Sudden swimming, now. 

          I'm dirty, soiled, stained.