voice 17: queerness.

My nerves tingle, with every look. My complexity hides, with every whisper. Drape my identity, with it, my tribe. Dry my voice, with it, my life. Hidden in a creek, painting a fake color. Hidden in a crowd, painting a fake face. Embrace your flaws, but not me. Embrace your uniqueness, but not me. Why […]

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voice 16: peace.

I am a delusion, in the hearts of war. I am the air, that you cannot catch. I am being killed every day, with words, with knives, with votes. I’m being forsaken, of my warmthΒ to the cold. I am found in the den of the poor, not in the grandeur of the master. I am […]

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voice 15: obsessiveness.

I am the voice everyone warns about. I am the voice the shuts everyone down. Head over heels, for all the wrong reasons. Heart over mind, for all the delicate glances. Just one more sip, even when you aren’t thirsty. Just one more kiss, even when you aren’t in love. I keep you occupied, with […]

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voice 14: naiveness.

This world is but a sphere, to me. Your knowledge is but an unessential, to me. The known a sin, the unknown a bliss. Silencing my perspective, I am tender to sophistication. The less complex, the more happiness. the more insight, the more delusions. My influence will leave you, once you are old and . […]

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voice 13: melancholy.

They ask me why? I don’t know. They ask me how? I don’t know. Maybe I’m perpetual, maybe I’m a filler. Maybe it’s the flesh, maybe it’s the blood. I can cause pain, the kind that makes your heart bleed within. I can cause pain, the kind that makes you feed your silence. You might […]

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