Buried things burst upwards As a child reaching for the stars Metamorphosis runs wild Only to be heard silently This is the morning...

This poem is inspired by the original eight-colored pride flag created by Gilbert Baker in 1978. Each color has its own unique symbolism....

Rain drips down my face From my forehead to the tip of my nose Before plunging onto the sidewalk Tourists bound in wonder Stop where they...

Illuminated by artificial light All eyes are on me Watching, waiting Noticing the slightest quiver in my lip The shake in my hands A...

Your iris’ glow Igniting embers Amidst the dark You draw me in A moth to a flame Captured in the fire Ripping me open You rob me of my...

I stand before the candle and watch as it burns. The flame dances as it devours the wick, the wax beneath softening. I find myself...

When he placed the string into my small hand I made sure to wrap it twice around my wrist Bunny ears tightly crossed and looped around...

First it was my brain You invaded it like a storm Continuously raging, tearing me down Making me believe I was unworthy Of you and all...