Character

You don’t just rise in the morning with your character; it’s formed and reformed every day, pressed together, pulled apart, and recreated by your

company

connections

music

moments

books

browsers

paths

and poisons.

Edible

And I guess

we’re all

edible,

letting ourselves be

(or yet being able to stop from being)

devoured by our

expectations,

environment,

and

egos,

being swallowed whole

by the earth

and its many woes.

Rebellion

We all carry hearts

that want to

resist

rebel

riot —

let our rebellion

be against inequality,

disrupting a system

that never saw

our defiant hearts

coming

for it.

Misunderstood

How can all of our hearts

drum the same, ironic beat:

 

i’m misunderstood

i’m misunderstood

i’m misunderstood

-L.M.G.

Different

We all

want

love,

purpose,

good food,

and understanding,

yet we

somehow

manufacture

differences

between us.

Firestone Friday: Poem XXIII

None of us

thinks “I am evil,”

yet

the world

is full

of the stuff.

Firestone Friday: Poem XVII

I think

we reject

our exes

because our

romantic relationships

offer the most

intimate look

at humanity,

and we’d rather

believe exes

are broken

than concede

that it is

the human heart

— individually and collectively —

that is repulsive.