relativity17

Feel my whisper, like a petal, From a flower with no name. And as I hold you Feel me shiver, Feel my pity, Feel my shame. Taste my longing, like a raindrop, Fallen cold, upon your tongue. And then inhale me Taste the essence, Taste the earth, For I am young.... In you devoured, You are my father, You are my brother, You are my son. I take you in me, As you breathe me- For just this moment, We are One. One not woman, One not man, One not a sinner, Nor a saint. Painted lightly In the darkness, Brush the moonlight, Shade the sun. Shifting together, Always moving- Can we be God now? Are They One? In me devoured, I

I'm just like every other teenager. I obsess over my favorite celebrities, I can spend hours upon hours at the mall doing absolutely nothing yet still find it immensely fascinating, I have those ever raging hormones, I suffer heartache when I break up with someone, I try to fit in while also striving to retain my individuality, I go out on dates, I want to be an adult but part of me fears that giant step forward. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm gay?    Now, when you read those two words, "I'm gay", undoubtedly you came to some kind of conclusion about what kind of person I am, or curled your face up in disgust, or maybe you've just stopped readi

I found their remnants, drowned and buried below warm waters and swaying wrecks, hiding beneath centuries of sand, their large, starched bones watery tombs. They were scattered; our hands discarded their dead in pieces, the hunt for a loved one impossible among the spinal columns of diasporal sorrow. I could feel their presence, a large and looming shadow at the corner of my eye, accusing my flesh of brutality and a sadness long forgotten by man. I found their young there, the kidnapped ones, slaughtered, their cries trapped in fine needle bones that sweep this ocean's floor. Their songs adrift on currents in search of a de