months have gone by since we spoke about this for the first time
and nothing has changed, it's only grown
replying to you without addressing you, hoping you will read into it
crying and choking because i'm so scared to fall in love with you
here's how i was taught to love, with cynicism and a crystal ball
How can a season change such a perspective of life?
May the flowers bloom out of chilling rain
And when they die they go back to the ground again
Rare colors and precious sights to see
Can change the view of humanity
How can a season change such a perspective of life?
Spring Equinox
Subtly they sneak outside to
Play in the brief moment of sunshine
Rightfully so as children should
In front of them floats the first butterfly freshly
Nourished from the bounty of flowers
Growing through the weeds and grasses
Ecstatic they blow their cover in expressing their joy
Questions come as Mom opens the door
Until she too spots the floating symbol of newness
Into the yard she goes
Now rejoicing in childhood delight
Owning this moment forever in her memory to
Xerox copy on days that are gloomy
Spring Break
Supreme
Pressure
Ringing
Incessantly,
Needing
Great
Morale
Actualization.
Regretting
Changing my career.
Having chosen
Education,
Qualifications felt
Unpretentious.
Instead
Nobody takes us seriously
Ostracized for not being "a professional"
Xenoglossia they claim for knowing our profession, despite the fact they've never taught a lesson.
Hope
Opening up over 18 years of my life has been hard, I have struggled to trust and grow.
Soon this will all change.
Things will get better, and life will finally be worth it.
All I've needed Is love, and I will finally get it.
Recovering won't be easy Healing will be trying but worth the peace of mind.
At long last, I am free.
Early in spring, it arrives,
Quietly creeping, taking you by surprise.
Until, finally, it is the day.
Inside, we've been hiding, now we come out,
Nearby plants start to spring up from the ground.
Over the rainbow, birds now fly.
XX of March.
Free
Everyone knows it. All everyone wants in life is to be free. A random dude named
Quinton wants to be free. But then why aren't we?
Universal standards. Everyone is expected to be a doctor or a vet.
I'm even expected to be one. But will I?
No. Because I AM going to be free
Others want to be free. But I need to be free. Freedom feels
Xenail to be. I need to be free
Machiavellian
Actions
Really
Can
Happen.
and, of course
Every
Queer
Unrobes,
In
Nuovo,
Outed
Xenophobes.
Many seasons come and go but March signals spring and sneaks in like fire
All look towards Oklahoma skies where sneaky clouds loom and conspire
Reaching and twisting they come to the ground
Coiled in wrath they take all in their path
Hope resonates amid their the mire wishing for sounds of children in a choir.
Heralding March
Serendipitous, splendid
Precipitous aura of opulence
Ringing in the dawn whilst
Inspiring love & art
Never ending creation
Glorious revolution
Miraculous month of March
Ambiguous amidst your design
Radically evolving equinox
Capturing nature’s essence and
Heralding newborn birth
Everlasting, unequivocal
Quietly superseding winter with
Universal, sensual delights
Inspirational dance of dawn
Nymphic & whimsical
Orthodox, ritualistic evolution
Xponential joy