To celebrate National Poetry Month 2019, I'll be sharing a few pieces I've been writing. I competed in slam poetry performances, including Brave New Voices in 2011 and 2012 and a few open microphones in Cleveland.
is it psycho
to feel emotions and absorb them
photosynthesis but of people
both grandeur and horrid
almost like dancing in stately manors,
chandeliers sparkling crystal while predators
watch from the shadows to steal you away.
I feel auras,
like tangible little baubles above the heads of people. Some dangling like Christmas lights you’d put in a college house.
Others like anvils inches from dropping upon them.
Color spilling out and drenching their bodies
like egg yolk dripping.
It’s like some superhero power unimpressive against fantasy
People with good intentions fact check their actions, pondering whether or not they could be better
Evolving fast like lizard spine on Galapagos,
Shedding old patterns and forming new designs of
emotions years ago I cannot find again
Nectar pooling in a brain that has changed ten times over since
A bauble not broken, but cracked slightly old porcelain filled in with obsidian and gold
I keep saying "I write" but don't share anything. So here we go, let's share.