These are the poems I’ve been lucky enough to have accepted to be published in AACCs student-led Creative Arts Journal.
WAVY GRAVY
Today,
I witnessed what I believe is one of the greatest undocumented natural phenomena of this Earth: Waves.
Not the crashing of them, as so often depicted in art mediums of all sorts, but the effortless return to the source of their power—their home.
Their ability to:
~Make form from the formlessness
~Serve a purpose
~Return without a fuss
Over
And
Over
Again
Never expecting, or asking, or telling—simply showing up and leaving.
That is my favorite part.
I SPY WITH MY ONE GOOD EYE
We don’t need to speak the same language;
I see You.
With mostly my left eye, the right… it’s all a haze.
I’d follow you anywhere, into the house that moves,
to the place of many scents like mine.
We don’t need to speak the same language;
I see You.
The ones who are not you grab my face.
A tiny sun blinds as they squeeze and inspect.
I just want to be back with you.
We don’t need to speak the same language;
I see You.
You always come back! You’re all I have—you know that though. Inside the moving house you allow the outside in.
As the world roars past us, I smile a smile so big, my tongue falls out. We don’t need to speak the same language;
I see You.
When I first awake and before we get ready for bed,
now I get two drops in my eye.
A kiss on my head.
We don’t need to speak the same language; I see You.
And though one day, I may not…
Do not be filled with fraught
Always know this one thing:
We don’t need to speak the same language; I see You.
THE SAME
Sometimes,
I wonder how people can be a certain way.
But then,
I guess another person could always be the other. I struggle to understand.
Still,
all the same,
sister or brother.
Of this Earth—of this Mother.
I guess I’ll stay in silence,
some things you could never know.
Like perfect strangers,
what beauty to bestow!
For I am you.
And you? Just me. A tiny fractal.
A family?
I cannot hide;
you can’t not seek! What a perfect storm. What a perfect freak!
LOVEVOL
Humans seem interested in heaven, as if it were their own favorite chair. I think it is more of a golden house, in which, everybody has a full cup. I do not think anyone gets left back, imagine it like a big group project.
Imagine; such an important project!
People get so crazy over heaven…
I think that they should just take a step back, and focus on the purpose of the chair,
and focus on the purpose of the cup,
they could know the purpose of this gold house.
Rainbow people live in this golden house. Impossible colors that they project,
cascading dazzling light in each one’s cup.
They all know where they are, they know heaven. Everyone comparing the same ol’ chair,
some old guy sits lazily in the back.
If only we could bring things golden back, to show others about this magic house
and give everyone their very own chair. Start to view Earth as our own group project. Then, everyone would get to know heaven. No one would be left without a full cup…
Everyone relaxing with their own cup,
around the same wood table, feet kicked back… Some have yet to experience heaven,
suffering and pain are their golden house.
But the world is busy on a project,
focused on the most comfortable chair.
Some humans have never had their own chair! Some people have never had their own cup! Imagine it like a big group project!
We could start right here, start giving love back! We create the purpose of this here house!
Don’t you know? Earth could be our own heaven!
Project: Earth, but this time, call it Heaven. Not focused on one chair, nor on one house; but on the sharing of the cup, brought back.
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