'Sing In The Elevators, Park, and Parking Lot' by Ravyn LaRue

I used to be so good
at singing without caring what others think
now I care so it no longer is art
it's merely ego
I need to sing for the sake of my voice
no longer hiding light
out of worry it may be snuffed out again
singing is important
singing is strength
and singing is far bigger than me
I have to remember that
next time my brain tells me
I ought to silence my soul's most prevalent strength

'May 25th' by Ravyn LaRue

I stayed up all night tweeting
#YesAllWomen
and I feel drained and dead
my vision is impaired
perhaps due to all the crying
so I'll take a nap
draw up Darius' birthday card
journal
write him a poem
and write more about the tragedy
but I stayed up all night tweeting
because it was
the most important thing
I've spent my time on in ages

'Ancient Again' by Ravyn LaRue

She was her usual
waddling up the stairs
strides as crooked as the rest of her
ambling with coffeecup in hand
swishing and swooshing the contents
though lightly enough so as it wouldn't spill

She sat down
as if she would reside there forever
took out a pen and ledger
and feigned such intensity
looking down at the paper
so as her face would not be noticed
every so often
she crinkled her papers
and stole a sip from her mug of ice

She is such a shy thing
and it's unfortunate considering
how much she seems to have to say
and how loudly she tends to talk
when she makes herself believe
no one is there to listen
but they are there to hear her
and that scares her
to the point where she has become ancient again

'fatgirl dancing' by Ravyn LaRue

I am fatgirl dancing
dancing for she knows
the world would rather she stay still
though that is not acceptable
I will dance in the fountains
of the hopeful home that betrayed me
and I will dance any and everywhere else
since defying laws of gravity
and flying through the atmosphere
are powerful things that scare the world
and on its own it makes me happy
I am fatgirl dancing

'Cristal 1.6 mm' by Ravyn LaRue

I wrote an amalgamated five page letter
to someone I was once close to giving my whole heart to
confiding in him about everything difficult
all occurrences of the last few months
but the last time I did that sort of thing
I burned a bridge I wanted nothing more than to repair
and so I shall not send this letter
though I penned it in pretty pink ink
on lovely skeletal stationary
and dotted it with childhood heart stickers
lest it seem so sad
I cannot afford losing anyone
but I'm pushing people away without actively intending to
but I'm sure there's some sort of poisonous aftertaste
which migrated to my heart, heaving
"If no one is beside you there'll be no one to break me again" 

'Monstrosity' by Ravyn LaRue

I've been very much into
allegories comparing myself to scary things
witches and corpses and dragons and wendigos
and anything that could rip apart those who try to harm her
but it's because I certainly am not that
I'd rather dance and sing and put flowers in my hair
and have absolutely nothing of the tearing apart
but things keep occurring that break me
and when I am broken I forget my rainbows
and only want blood
because I have never been more scared
and I still am so fearful
it is a coping mechanism, obviously
to wear an armor and pretend you are able to scare off evil
if only you choose to bear your teeth
life isn't like that
but when I panic and cry
and it's applicable to sing 'Masters of War'
I want to tear out the throats of whomever paints themselves as kind
while they terrorize and burn down their own villages
because don't want my future baby dragons
harmless and clawless
to be broken like be
moments after they learned to fly
just because some rich king's son
sees them as homely
I feel the need to preemptively protect them
even though I am de-clawed
and my voice is only barely growing back
and in the real world I cannot turn into some great monstrosity
I am merely me
yet they're armed to the teeth against me nevertheless

'I don't often write about sex, but-' by Ravyn LaRue

he said she was mean
for not faking an orgasm
what's wrong with him?