Winter

speakpeacelovefreedom — Tue, 17 Feb 2009 02:22:13 +0300

Lying in bed with the covers over your head, curled in a tiny ball, with the shades pulled down over the windows. 5:00 darkness. Hopeless. Sunless. Running inside as fast as you can, cause if the cold catches you you'll burn in the bitter wind.

Tiny sugar powder snowflakes that match the stars. Snowman. Snow woman. Giant snow head. Peppermint tea. Massive snow flakes that hold each others hands on the way down and land in your eye or hair or if you're skilled, your tongue.

Box

speakpeacelovefreedom — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 03:42:42 +0400

I'm not sure this poem really makes any sense, but thats ok.

I cut out my eyes
(they show me too much of her)
I cut away my lips
(they want to kiss too much of her)
I cut off my hands
(they hold hers too often)
I gather my body into a box
I leave it on your porch
There's me.
I'm yours.

I came out!!!

speakpeacelovefreedom — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 20:16:16 +0400

Yay! I went on this camping trip with my class (all girls) as like an end of the school year thing and on the last night i told them all. I finally decided that i knew my sexual orientation (after like forever of questioning myself) thats why I wanted come out and also because my whole class got really close to each other over the trip so i thought it was the right time.