"There are poems
inside of you
that paper can’t
handle."


—Y.Z. (rustyvoices)

But It's okay...

Bedtime story:

"i don’t imagine my princesses in the same way
others do, either kissing their husband and in
marital perfection or the cynical version where they are drunk
in the kitchen, living out their happily ever afters in
a haze of poor decisions, no,

i think cinderella becomes a fashion designer, i think
she stops smoking and takes back her name and
ends up making money and being a spokesperson
for abuse victims, i think right now if ella was alive
she’d be laughing over a pumpkin-spice latte and
her empire is the most body-inclusive in fashion

i think snow-white becomes an activist, i think she
studies genetics and i think she will allow
no person with a disability to go homeless, i think
whenever someone makes a joke about seven small men,
she whips around and asks them what exactly their problem is
because there is nothing wrong with
any of her friends

i think aurora is a sleep disorder doctor
and a psychologist, she uses hypnosis to help people
who can’t quite escape the thicket inside of their brains and
i think she’s working on developing a pill for people
with chronic insomnia even though everyone still teases her
about that one bout of narcolepsy and one day she admits
she actually was awake for most of it and just studying

i think ariel has shut down marine life poaching in
as many parts of her country as she can, i think that
she’s got teams working to clean up oil spills
and she’s building windmills in her backyard because
she’d rather have the “eyesore” than know someone is
drilling in her home, i think she has degrees in environmental
science and marine biology, i think she’s got a side project for scuba divers and oceanography and is devising a way for
mermaids to visit her land without giving up their tails

i think belle is a veterinarian and runs her practice
out of her father’s house
where his inventions have saved the lives of at least
ninety dogs and i think that she is a teacher in her free time
and since she can’t change the actions of their parents, in her classroom she has taught gaston’s eight kids to be nothing short
of polite and well-mannered and i think that she takes
frequent trips outside of her little quiet town but
always comes home again

i think jasmine is a feminist in every aspect, i believe
she works with shelters and soup kitchens and makes sure
nobody starves in her city ever again, i think she sets up
homes for homeless women, i think she marches in rallies
and has a school specifically for gifted girls that
were almost married off to strange men

i think she becomes outspoken about being bisexual and uses her position of power to lobby for more than just equal marriage laws because she knows better than most what it’s like to have your desire for love ignored
see, i think when we cast these women as only a prize to be won
and that their life stops as soon as the credits roll, i think
when we joke about how everything went south
right after it all,
we’re telling girls, “you will regret that you ever fell in love
or believed in magic when you were small,” see
you can believe in happy endings, but believe too
in the princesses themselves,
believe that marriage isn’t the only goal
a girl can set for herself,

believe that if these girls fought to stay alive
when an evil queen was chasing them,
if they fought to give up their nature
for the chance of more adventure, if they fought
the sultan himself and society’s expectations:
something tells me that their happily ever after
isn’t resting on their laurels, something tells me
they’d seek just a little more,
something tells me that they’d keep fighting until
there is a happy ending for every single
little girl

believe in yourself, princess, and know that
even if you want a career and husband
and twelve happy children,
you are not deluding yourself of anything. it is
completely possible to actually have
everything

it is okay for you to want a job and a home
and a family and a kingdom. you are strong enough.
you would handle it.

please don’t let anyone
tell you
different."

—sit tall today, my love. your dreams are valid and you are always good enough / r.i.d.


But sometimes it's okay just to fall in love, sometimes you don't need to save the world, sometimes it's okay to just save one person. It's okay to just be in love...

"When we were children, we used to wait for the fireflies together,when you went away, I still wait for them, though I hoped you were with me."

Fortress

All my hopes are on you,
Brother!
Nothing left for me,
Only you, no other.

I feel completely alone,
And with a huge load on my shoulders,
Not even one left,
To do what no one in right mind ponders.

I bring a secret that blackens my soul,
My eyes are still petrified,
It's only my fault,
Never justified.

In the room the smell of guilt,
Impregnates my lungs,
A scene was built,
So much grief, so young.

Carefully architected,
Performed with regret,
The inevitable is announced ...

Loud and in good tone,
Now everyone knows ...

Now the corridor has doubled in size,
The walls makes me suffocate,
I guess I never realized,
Until it was too late.

The weight of power,
The loneliness of choice,
Was the blow...the more lower,
That silenced his voice.

Stand up, brother!
We're side by side,
Wrap me in a protective hug,
Calm down my restless mind.

You may never know,
The real significance of this moment,
The time is freezed as snow,
I'm stuck, no movement.

No longer is my destiny at stake,
The proportions are surreal,
It's like a bad dream, but I'm awake,
Trying to discover the meaning of the real.

Real things are happening,
Am I real enough?
That piece of metal shining,
And everyone trying to read my thoughts.

They expect so much of me,
So many decisions to be made,
Tonight is just the beginning,
The first stain on my blade.

Come with me, brother!
I need you so hard,
I can be their hope,
But you are my strength so far.

Zero

Distance of a mere eyelid is what separate,
We took a long time to find ground zero,
But we did it...

There is still time?
He says that we are open to so much more.......

He says: No, it's not too late.......
I know we can give us so much more

If is not too late...

Which side of the bridge is right?
Two sides of one ocean,
Miles away in a straight line.

He says he knows,
The meaning of zero.

Zero is nothing but everything,
It's a fresh start.

Starts now,
A 360 degree turn,
Back to your essence.

Mathematically you can add infinite,
To infinity.

Zero vector,
What starts,
Ends in the same place.
Force.
But  impossible movement,
He crosses the bridge
Which still runs parallel
Across the town.

Mental map,
Of sentimental things,
Written in blue ink.

Dead words,
Loose in the wind,
Do not ever come back,
They find their own way...

He wants to prove to me,
There is a zero vector in this story.
I tell him that I don't believe.
Even though... 
I know,
Nothing in my world...
Will make sense without it...
Will make sense without him...




.

Little emperor of the town

Looking out of the window,
Fog and rain in the city,
A tall, slim figure walking in the crowd,
Unnoticed, invisible,
Little emperor of this town,
At the height of his twenties.

The sky in his eyes,
In petrified blue....
The fog in his hair,
Of the sun is a clue....

All stars in a puddle,
Short pants that aren't wet,
Bunches of noodles,
Fly loose.... yet.

Reflections of a gray city,
Stained in red,
I don't know your identity
Why so disinterested?

It's after five,
No time for tea or beer,
Big and great, Ben is still alive
In higher place, to peer.

He has a funny way of walking,
Especially when he's in a hurry,
It's just a kid, but here is the king,
The pressure is too big to worry.

How many bridges to connect him with his own soul?
In underground soil,
The music keeps playing forbidden and foul,
He holds his guitar like a foil.

Little emperor and his sword,
The world is in your feet,
You only must to say a word,
Be strong and sweet.

He smiles....
The poetry emanates and shines.

Across of the sea,
Is his castle,
Waiting for him,
In his own battles.

He sighs....
Hands on thighs.

The long, awkward legs,
A new path to beg.

Three shadows and his guitars,
Jumping puddles and distancing,
He's just a boy owner of the stars,
Stars and their eyes ... romancing....

In a jump stands up,
The music is fading,
Fellows are already disappearing,
Laughing out loud,
How could they know?
You were the little emperor of this town?